He was searching. Searching for those answers that wouldn't come, wouldn't show. He knew he couldn't find them, wouldn't find them until he asked someone. But only one person knew the answers.
And asking someone who wanted to kill you for answers wasn't the wisest thing you could do.
Will continued to type. He had visited hundreds of chat rooms in the night, and everyone gave the same answer. Who are you? What do you know? Will decided that mentioning Digimon Online or Valdimier Industries on the net wasn't a good idea.
He opened another chat room page. It was pure green, and he raised an eyebrow. He clicked backspace, but nothing happened. The computer had obviously frozen up. He pressed the power button, but still, it didn't respond. In a frustrated mood he pulled the plug from the socket with extreme force. He pulled his head back up to look at the computer. IT WAS STILL ON!!!
He stared for another moment or two, and then something finally happened. Black writing began to appear across the screen.
Do you know where this all ends?
Will read it three times over. He didn't want to know where anything ends; it would end as it ended. He was fed up of that prophesy rubbish.
Are you alone? It asked.
I will always walk alone. Will replied. What a stupid question.
Why?
Why do you care? Who are you?
Because… you must know the Truth.
Who are you? He repeated the more pressing question again.
My name is of no consequence.
The consequences of you not telling me your name will be a broken nose and a traffic cone up your…
There was a couple of seconds pause.
I am Luster.
Why did you tell me?
Does it matter?
Can we get on with this?
Yes.
Will waited. This 'Luster' had stopped typing.
And?
And…
And what?
You must know the Truth.
Will you please shut up?
I thought you wanted me to get on with it.
Then get on with it.
Willard Thomas Hallson…
How could he have known his name.
…you are half angel.
I already know that.
The keyword being half.
Huh?
You are half angel, from your mother's side. You believe you are half human, from your father's side…
My father was not human… Will typed out of spite. He hated his father.
I realise how you must feel, but you are right. He was not human.
There was no point replying to this. If he was going to tell him he was going to tell him, and Will wasn't sure he particularly wanted to know. His computer finally shut down.