His reflection showed in each shard of glass, yet each one was slightly different. One had dark; evil eyes, another looked happy, one looked as if he'd gone completely insane and had a kebab skewer up his left nostril. 'Talk about schizophrenia,' Will said to himself, stepping slowly and steadily on the icy ground. It was thin; he could see straight through it. Below him was a drop so far he could not see the bottom. He wished Rendumon were here, wherever 'here' was. He looked into a piece of glass directly ahead of him; and instead of a reflection of himself, he saw a nail, smashed into the ice. A hand entered from the edge of the mirror, a hammer in hand, and hit the nail on the head. A crack formed around it, and lengthened downwards. Then something strange happened; so strange it took even Will by surprise. The crack proceeded past the edge of the mirror, and down the glass wall. He then realised it was time to run. The crack hit the ground and broke off into hundreds, then thousands of them. It expanded through the room, smashing the glass floor and walls and the many icy stalagmites sticking up from the ground. There was a moment's pause, and then everything shattered, slicing Will's skin.
He and the many blood stained shards fell into the darkness, pain searing excruciatingly through his body.
Then his eyes opened. He was standing on a roof, wind whipping at his face. A light shone from the window below. He knew what was about to happen, and willed it not to. If it hadn't have happened everything could have been different… he may have finally been happy. But then the ground came to him, and with a slight snap he was gone.

He woke up, sweating and gasping for air. He had relived that night in his nightmares for the last week, over and over. He hated himself for it… it was the biggest mistake he had ever made, as well as being the most selfless thing he had ever done.
He climbed out of bed and opened the window, leaning out into the icy cold air. The wind caressed his skin seductively… trying to tempt him out of the window to his doom. He looked towards the ground, but it was shrouded in darkness.
Rendumon continued to sleep, unaware of the problems which vexed his partner. Unaware that all the will of the world and all the strength of destiny were against him. Unaware that for him and his tamer to stay together, they would have to achieve the impossible.

Will didn't know himself. He didn't know that he had no right to his body… that he had no right to be alive. He was like his digimon; blinded by the problems of everyone else so he couldn't even see his own. He hadn't given one thought to himself for as long as he could remember. He decided then, leaning out of his tenth story window, looking towards the ground that was out of reach, that he needed to speak to somebody about everything, a friend. The oldest friend he could remember now, that had not betrayed him and joined Tzerious Gimman, was Snow. He decided that first thing in the morning he would go and see her, and nothing was going to stop him talking to her.

He got up in the morning (after a sleepless night) and got dressed quickly. He woke Rendumon and blocked out his many moans of tiredness before stepping out the door. He then realised that it was only just after dawn and headed for the café, ready to get pumped full of caffeine and sugar.

He stopped through the door, asking the waiter for his 'usual' before taking a seat. They were familiar with his early morning visits, and often they sat down and spoke to him about what was going on in the world. He had very little time to watch the news. They were often amazed that somebody of his intelligence and wealth visited their coffee shop every morning… but he avoided any questions along those lines.

Rendumon yawned and began to slurp his coffee. One of the waiters sat down opposite him. 'Hey, Will…' he said, holding up a crossword, 'you know a ten letter word that means big-hearted?'
'Munificent,' Will replied, almost without thinking.
'Thanks...' the waiter said, filling it in on the crossword. 'So, what's up?'
'Nothing, you?'
'Not much… I may be getting a promotion.'
Will nodded; deciding that being promoted to assistant manager of a coffee shop wasn't all that amazing.

Irvine gently pushed the glass pane to the coffee shop door open, his face was more washed out looking than usual and he yawned slightly, wondering over to a table, rubbing his temples with his index fingers. His small, blue lizard companion waddled in after him; he looked like a blue Guilmon with gold tiger stripes, and pointy Gatomon like ears. He sat opposite his tamer, who was still suffering from a deep depression that had overwhelmed him. His electrical problems had been getting out of hand, as had his nightmares; the only thing that played in his mind was the image of the bullet going straight through his sister. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair, letting the light wash over his face as he calmly folded his arms, looking at his digimon. "What do you want for breakfast then?" he asked, the lizard shrugged, "Whatever you're having". Irvine smiled softly and nodded, waiting for someone to come over.

'I'll be back in a minute,' the waiter said, standing up and walking over to Irvine. 'May I take your order please?'
Will nodded vaguely, not caring if he came back or not. Rendumon had his head submerged in coconut foam and a faint slurping sound could be heard.

A vague outline of a punkish looking boy sat in the far corner of them all, muttering to what seemed to be a small black cub. He waved off the waitress that came to his table, not in the mood for any food or drinks. He stretched out his arms; lean arms seeming to hold entwined black tattoos. He yawned, then leaned back in his iron chair, glancing at the little cub sitting next to him whining for some sort of food. Soft swearing of a grumpy, deep, slang voice was heard. "You know what, your to negative", the cub told the obvious tamer. "Yeah, well, at least I ain't all touchy like you", he responded irritably, turning his head as if he had seen something, or someone. "You need to learn your people skills", the cub went on and on about how distant, and cold he was until he snapped and pushed him off the chair. The cub landed on his head then whined about how rude that had been. "Stop whining, ya little fur ball", he warned him.

"Serenity. Your friends are here." The waitress put her head through hthe kitchen door as Serenity looked up, balancing three plates on one hand and trying to pick up another one with the other.
Unamon watched curiously.
"You're going to drop them you know."
"I'm trying not to, and you're being no help."
"What do you want me to do?" Unamon stood up as she nodded to the waitress and padded over to the swing door.
"Not laugh and point if I drop something.... like I did last time please?" Serenity looked at him, raising eyebrows at her digimon. He grinned and shrugged as she wandered through the door, padding back over to where the cook had set down some small pies to cool...

The waitress nodded to her as she went out, and she saw Irvine, Will and Daniel, the last sitting to one side away from the other two. She sighed, she wished Daniel would just learn to let go of his hatred of Irvine and live with them all being friends.
She put two plates down by a couple that thanked her and then walked over to where Daniel was sitting.
"You ordered some food Sir?" She said, winking at Keiro who was picking himself off the floor. "And we don't serve pets in here I'm afraid..." she then laughed; knowing Keiro would know she was joking.

Will hurried over to them before the waiter came back, not really interested in what he found in the coffee machine yesterday. He sat down opposite Irvine, not seeing Daniel and Serenity yet. 'So, how've you been lately?' he asked.

"I'm not pet", he protested teasingly, giving a fake pout then looked up at Serenity then to Unamon. He was about to bound over the table and pounce on him but then reminded himself that was inappropriate in a cafe. But he grinned then bounded on the table, then off of it onto Unamon. "Ha, Idiocy", he shouted loudly, many of the customers looking up from the tables and staring at them.

Daniel shook his head, and then groaned lightly, he hated being stared at. He hated attention. But he looked up at Serenity, quirking a brow as he smirked lightly. "Hey, Rit, didn't know ya worked here", he greeted her, and then grimaced once more. He thought it would be a normal, boring day that would end with the same miserable ending that he'd find himself going home hating Irvine. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair. "How you been?", he asked, tilting his head.

Irvine's face let a small smile seep onto it's pale features as he saw the old crew back together, he leant casually back into his chair, folding his arms as he nodded to himself. Garromon turned and looked, waddling straight over to them all, leaping onto the table with a wide grin, on his scaly blue muzzle. "Hi all!" he smiled loudly, doing a little jig on the table. Irvine slapped his forehead half grinning, as he sighed. He looked at the waiter, "I'll have two coffees and a doughnut please" he pointed to the table where Will, Serenity and Daniel were, "Uh, serve it to there if you would" he added, standing up and slowly walking over.

It had been three months to the day since the digiworld had been destroyed, and Will had committed suicide from Serenity's roof. It seemed longer, but that was it. Will's powers had progressed so much since then... and he hated himself for it. He hated himself for a lot of things.

"GARROMON!" Serenity yelled, running over to the digimon and effectively giving both him and Rendumon a hug. "I haven't seen you in ages!" she grinned, kissing his blue muzzle. "And yeah I still work here," she nodded to Daniel as Unamon jumped from over the kitchen counter and ploughed into Keiromon, "I like to earn my money and plus, if I didn't do anything it'd be so boring."
She nodded to Irvine as he wandered over and then turned back to the two boys, "need to get back to work, I finish in half an hour so maybe I can meet you all up then."
She shooed Unamon over the counter as he was still prancing about. He jumped onto Garromon's head, knocking off Rendumon and laughing.

Garromon grinned and nodded to Serenity as he slipped off the table and landed comfortably onto the seat, as Irvine sat next to him. He was quiet, and avoided eye contact with Daniel, still feeling as though he hated him. "What's up guys?" he watched Serenity intently before turning his attention to the coffee that was placed in front of him, he nodded to the waiter, "Cheers mate...." he smiled lightly, and sipped the coffee leaning his elbows on the table, as Garromon scoffed the donut.

Serenity whipped off her apron as her half hour was up, and then walked back over to the blokes, sitting down in between Daniel and Irvine, Unamon jumping onto her lap and settling down with a purr.
She could see they were talking so she moved her chair back slightly so she could rest a little more comfortable, and then signalled to Jeff that she would like to order something.

Will looked at his watch. 'You all get up really early,' he said, not bothering to acknowledge that he was also there, 'how long have you been working?' he asked Serenity.

'Not much, actually...' he muttered. It was true... he didn't do anything lately, but he found himself so short on time. He looked at the faces around him: Snow, Unamon, Irvine, Garromon, Daniel, Kieromon... and the beaming face in front of him that belonged to Rendumon. These were the people that could help him... no matter what was coming. There was no such thing as false hope.
'Just the usual really,' he finished, a smile appearing, just covered by his coffee mug as he was about to take a sip.

The small cub bounded on Will's lap, then to Renny, then to Irvine's and seemed to twap everyone with a paw before returning a seat on the table in front of Daniel. He seemed to be over flowing with happiness, everyone was together again, just like before. Before all the bad had come and swept them up like a hurricane in search of things to destroy. "We should have a party", he beamed at them, then smirked widely, "And invite Ashamon, and the others", he added sheepishly as he mentioned her name then danced around the table gracefully.

Daniel seemed to be occupied with himself, not seeming to speak at all, he looked at them all for a moment before staring up at the ceiling. Still leaning back in his chair, he took out a pair of black shades and slid them on, peering over them as he stared up at the grey fans attached to the ceiling. "Feh, like old times", he stated simply then glanced around the room with his pure blue eyes, they seemed to be lost and distant for a few moments before he shook his head back into reality.

Rendumon bounced on Kieromon's head. 'KIEROMON AND ASHAMON! KIEROMON AND ASHAMON!'
Will smiled at him. 'Okay...' he said, 'I'll host it.'
Rendumon giggled at the thought of Will trying to cook. 'Bring barf bags.'

"Hey, Hey... It's not like that", he protested sheepishly at Rendumon then smirked as a low shade of red appeared on his black cheeks. He blinked then rubbed his cheeks and the shade disappeared, he glared at Rendumon, frowning then laughed and prodded him gently with his paw. His eyes dancing playfully, the pupils twitching deviously.

The boy nodded at the idea then a smile appeared on his lips. "Yeah, I'll look forward to it", he stated but then quirked a brow and looked at Will, and the others. "First, we gotta figure out the time... the day... and other shi", he cut himself off then grumbled, crossing his arms lightly. He remembered the promise he told Serenity, he wouldn't swear as much around her and he would quit smoking. Unless it was the occasional one on special occasions. He also quit drugs, due to her.

Will gulped down the last few drops of coffee. 'Why are we always sitting in this dingy little coffee shop... let's go get some fresh air.'

The blond haired boy seemed to nod in agreement; there was one guy that he could always get along with even though he still liked Serenity. That was Will. He was a smart guy and even better in tactical things. A thing that he was never good at, he was more of the brute strength and hotheaded type. He got up then crossed his arms over his chest, something slick and silver flickering in his pocket, of course it was his gun that he carried everywhere. He tilted his head to gesture at the door. "...Yeah... Will's right... This place sucks, let's go", he agreed with his famous smirk, dimples clearly showing as he nodded.

Keiromon grimaced then nodded furiously at the idea, he didn't even get any food here, except a donut. "C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, Partay", he chirped then bounded off of the table and landed on his tamers shoulder, grinning ear-to-ear. He raised his tail, as it swayed idly. He balanced himself perfectly then smiled. "Let's go", he shouted to them.

Will had just stepped out of the cafe... and then he turned round. The small TV, attached with a bracket to the wall, flickered for a moment, and then a news reporter appeared. 'News just in... just released by the government. The digital monsters, never before considered a threat, have amassed an army, and are planning to attack,' he stuttered as he spoke, and his hands shook on his notes. 'All the worlds armies are ready, but it is quite possible this... this could be it...'
This was being broadcast all over the world, and it was moments until panic started all over the world.
'Let's get outta here!' Will said, as the waiters dropped the trays of coffee and ran out of the building.

"Everyone meet at the safehouse", Daniel shouted to them then looked at the TV once more before helping the other workers out, he made sure everyone was out. He was quite calm, as usual, his rowdy, bold and hot headed attitude kicking in. He then ran up the stairs to the roof, standing straight, he held his hand in front of his face seeing a flock of dark dots aways from the city. "Wha... What the hell", he swore as he saw the mass army... this was it...

Serenity drew herself up and folded her arms as she looked at Will and Daniel,
"Dingy? Sucks? May i remind you I work in this place?" She grinned as she raised an appraising eyebrow at the two, making them feel small and then laughing, her laughter stopping as she turned round. The noise was coming again. "Oh my..."
"Go!" Unamon pushed at her and then digivolved to Griffinmon. "We need to get to safety!"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm not running away again!" She would not do that again. She had run away so many times before, leaving people she cared about behind to suffer. "Not again..." she said, "I'm fighting."

The blond haired boy took out his silver gun, it flashed menacingly in the sun's glare, slick silver. The lion and dragon that spread up the hilt seemed to hold significance. He saw Will then called him up to meet him, at this moment they needed to fight. It wasn't anybody else's fight at this moment; everyone needed to get their plans straight. He then bounded down, landing on his feet. "I'm going to see how many, and what chance we stand against them... Their troops", he declared then bounded on his slick blue motorbike, he slid his flaming designed helmet and put it on, sliding the shaded visor over his eyes. He nodded then looked at Will. "Get things ready, Will", he told him. Then sped off, dust spraying off in all directions.

'Dammit...' Will said. They weren't ready... Drake was still within the clutches of Valdimier Industries. It wouldn't be long until they figured out a way to reprogram his mind... and then he'd just be another soldier, killing anything that moved. Will remembered the dark tunnels below Valdimier's headquarters... his powers were no good in a small space.
'Hold them back!' Will yelled after Daniel. 'But get outta there before you die!'
Will could see very few rookies in the horde, it was mainly champions. He saw a few megas, though, and a couple of them could destroy the whole city by themselves.

Drake felt as if they were trying to stretch him out. His arms were chained to the roof, pulling him off the ground, and his feet were chained to the floor, pulled as tightly as possible.
His torturer walked in, skilfully throwing his knife up and down and catching it by the handle each time. He smirked, ready to inflict as much pain as possible. 'You ready to give in yet, PsyDragon?'
'The name's Drake.' Drake said firmly, writhing in his chains but unable to break free.
'You would be a valuable asset to our army, you could help us win the war, you know,' the torturer said, not really interested in the response. 'But we will kill you if we have to.'
'Go ahead, I don't care.'
'Valiant as ever. Rather die yourself than be involved in the death of anyone else.'
'Why do you bother saying stuff like that?'
'Because we know you. Since you left us you think you've developed a mind of your own, but you haven't. We know everything about you.'
'Then why can't you get your stupid brain control device to work?'
'A minor glitch.' The torturer yawned. 'Let's get on with this, shall we.' He grabbed a wire with a needle on the end of it, and pushed it into the artery on Drake wrist. The blood spurted out immediately, dripping down the wire and onto the floor. The torturer slashed across his cheek, leaving a deep gash and blood in his mouth.
'Ready to give in yet?'
'No…'
The knife punctured his stomach, sinking deeply in before being retracted with extreme force. Drake writhed in severe pain, clenching his teeth.
'Time for the whip, me thinks.' The torturer said, smirking with anticipation. He picked up a whip from the floor, and then moved behind Drake. Purgemon, who was chained to the wall, hid his eyes, but he still had to hear Drake's screams…

Drake woke up hours later, all his muscles aching and already formed bruises on his back stinging. He cheek, stomach and wrist had healed though. They were activating a program in his computer-like brain that healed him much quicker. That way he would be able to be subjected to much more 'fun' before he died.
His ripped T-shirt and D-Tag sat on a small wooden table not far away. He would have bought them telekinetically to him, but he was too weak and Purgemon's incapability to digivolve would have meant it was not much use anyway.
He tried the chains again, but most of his strength had left him. He didn't want to escape anyway, without his humanity he wanted to die. But he didn't wish the same upon Purgemon.
He struggled again, but the chains didn't give way. It was looking desperate now, and he couldn't do anything but stare into the shadowy corners or at the blood stained floor.
He heard the pathetic rattle of Purgemon's chains. His single working eye was beginning to droop; he had lost the strength to keep it open.