Holo Valdimier was sitting in his usual, luxurious chair. A man walked in, wiping blood from his hands onto his trousers. 'Did he break?' Valdimier asked.
'I'm afraid not, sir.'
'You fail me again?'
'I'm…I'm sorry sir… please…'
'Does saying sorry help me? It doesn't help you for one…'
The man scream but was silenced by the blade entering his mouth and bursting through the back of his neck.
'Next time, I will hold the interrogation myself…'

Will turned to Serenity and Irvine. 'The best we can do now is help Daniel!'
He was worried though. He hid it, but it wasn't there. He couldn't feel it at the moment...
His powers were gone.

Serenity nodded, saying nothing as she felt the worry coming from him. He was hiding something and there was no power within him anymore. The power that made her shy away from him in fear...
Opening her wings, her eyes blared gold and she took off, Griffinmon balancing in the air with her,
We have to try and make sure he doesn't try to kill himself, as he so looks forward to doing so... She sighed,
"He's a moron, most of the time." Griffinmon said, grinning madly with the scent of battle in his nostrils.
She drifted down to Irvine and floated above him, wanting to know if he wanted to come with her...or get a lift by other means...

Irvine looked up at her, his eyes filled with confusion, as he raised a dark eyebrow. He shook his head, "I'll follow ya, but, Garromon has his uses" he winked, swiping a shining card discreetly through his digivice. From the cafe, a tall humanoid figure emerged, resembling Devimon with navy coloured skin. He had a biker helmet over his head, long, clawed arms, with gold stripes and held two large pistols in his clawed hands. He wore, baggy leather trousers with a thick black belt clinging them to his hips and had a bullet snatched across his chest. He extended his long, draconic torn wings that had silver safety pins in them. His long, flowing black hair reached his ankles and was held on the ends via a spiked, black band. "Serenity, allow me to introduce you to Marerittmon". He lifted his arms, and the large, humanoid digimon took flight, lifting Irvine up into the air, and following Serenity.

Will stood there, wondering what to do. He'd decided already, if Oraclemon was wrong, and destiny could be broken, then he wanted to be there when the war ended. If he went into battle now, chances were he'd die.
But there were other things he was good at.
He got out his laptop, clicked a few times and a map of the battlefield came up, hundreds of black dots representing the digimon, and a single red one representing Daniel. He took a head set out of his bag, and then handed another three to Serenity. 'Give them to the others, I'll direct you.'

Serenity grinned and blew a kiss at the new digimon, turning a half somersault in the air and looking at Will from upside down.
Mental preference She grinned at him gently, speaking inside his mind as her voice did when her wings appeared. I'll give them to the others though. She said, throwing one to Irvine and then holding the other. Swinging herself back up, she wrapped her wings and swooped sharply, coming up again as her wings unfolded, filling with the current and taking her upwards. She flapped them occasionally and frowned. Daniel...
"You're a moron." Griffinmon finished her phrase and gave a piercing battle cry.

In the battle, the young boy ran forward, with a gun in his hand shooting at the digimon that came and attacked him. His silver chain, with the cross, dangled and clinked around his neck as he ran forward, charging at the mad driven army. A paw catching him on the shoulder and dragging him to the ground, a gust of dirt flying around him. He blinked then hurriedly scrambled to his feet, raising his silver pistol and shooting the beast in the head and watching it hit the ground and gurgle insanely. He was covered in blood; his own gashes across his chest seem to add to that. His shirt had flown off, his blue baggy jeans seemed to be left untouched except for the occasional crimson stain here and there. He dove forward, dodging another swoop of attacks, blinking and trying to see the bike. But one of the dog like digimon seemed to make quite a chew toy of it. This was a battlefield, blood spraying her and there. From his shoulder blades petruded his jet, black wings that fanned out enchantingly. He drifted up a few feet but then a feline sprung up and caught him in it's growls, shaking him like a bloody rag doll, he groaned then fell to the ground as it let go of him. The creatures seemed to break his wings, tearing them as he tried to raise his gun hand and fire. His black, beautiful wings were gone, only the bloody bone popping out. He got up, swearing as he let off bullets, seeing them spray in directions and digimon falling. But they didn't disappear; they remained there and slowly, very slowly changed a transparent colour. He looked up at Serenity, gritting his teeth, he strained to see them then wiped the blood out of his eyes. "Get outta here", he shouted up at them, he looked back around his surroundings and a big, strange creature caught him around the stomach, and chest and ran furiously, dragging him against the ground as it leaned its head forward. He grabbed its tooth, trying to move his body out of the creature, and then winced in pain as he felt the sharp teeth slowly poke at his pale skin. 'Oh... @#%$, he thought.

'C'mon Danny...' Will muttered, staring at the screen. 'Keep going... I'll figure something out...'
Sweat began to roll down his forehead. There seemed to be no tactical advantage on the battlefield; just a large, flat expanse of land. The digimon were getting closer to the city, and some were beginning to smash the corners of buildings to pieces.
'Abandon!' Will yelled down the microphone. 'Get out of there, the army's coming...'
It then hit him; someone was going to die soon. The first life would be lost to this war and their family would wait; depressed and lonely, waiting for the dark grasp of death to wrap itself about them, nobody left to remember them.
If Oraclemon's prophesy was true; it would happen to everyone. No one would be remembered, digimon or human. Their lives and the lives of the predecessors would be in vain.

As the young, bleeding boy was dangling from the beast's mouth and continued to urge forward, towards crevice that dropped down. Mismatched oculars widened as he squirmed quickly, he felt the teeth dig into his pale flesh, then winced, but he made it out and rolled onto the dirt, watching the beast fall over the hole to it's death. He got up, stumbling to the side panting, trying to get his breath. He saw the digimon closing in on the town, he had to save everyone. He gritted his teeth, spitting out blood onto the dirt then getting up and continuing to run. Soft beats of his feet were heard, dust gusting around his slim frame, he took out his gun. Strangely, it extended and seemed to grow sharp, the hilt remaining gun-like. A small dragon, and lion like trinket dangling from the end of it. It was a sword-gun cross over that he held with one hand. He began slicing into the first unit, closest to the town. But then realised that he was much to late, he was only killing two, or three at a time. There were... millions. He gritted his teeth, many claws and teeth scraping his body as he slashed at them with his sword that soon after returned to its normal form. It lost its energy. Knowing that there was no hope, he fell to his knees, grasping the silver gun in his hands. The cross around his neck dangled as he pushed on, charging a large digimon and shooting it a few times, bullets spraying into the thin air. He was hit by a rhino-like creature and was sent slamming against a building, coughing and spurting out blood from his mouth. He got up, his blue eye closed due to a scar that stretched up from his cheek. "I... Won't... Give up..." he choked then walked in front of what seemed to be the whole army, they were closing in on him. He closed his eyes then raised his gun; he winced then watched them come head on. Only thirty feet left, they would enter the town. "C'mon, I'll... blow... Your @#%$... Head off", he swore.

Valdimier entered the dungeon, walking straight up to Drake and spitting in his face. 'Why do you do this to me, Drake? Why don't you join me?'
Drake hung there, seemingly unconscious.
'Wake up!' Valdimier yelled, slamming him in the stomach.
'Get...off...HIM!' came a yell from behind. A tall digimon, glowing bright, stood there. Drake's eyes flipped open.
'GET HIM, PURGE!'
'I'M GRAXXLEMON NOW,' the digimon yelled, lunging forward...

The digimon entered the town, closing in on Will's location. 'Everyone's out, guys! Get into the sewers and head East!'

A shadowy figure spoke to Perilblade from the shadows. 'There is a secret that Will knows exists, yet cannot comprehend. He depends on it, but cannot feel it, cannot touch it. He only senses it, and knows that it is true. If he looks forward eventually his sight will fall behind him, without him turning his head. If he looks back then he knows that he is being looked upon, yet he does not know from where. He knows not where he is head for or where he is headed from, and his past is still his present, whether he wants it to be or not.
Yet, despite his lack of knowledge and his ignorance to this power, it has affected one very important decision in his life; his death. To kill himself was a purely selfless act- and he thought it his place to save the digiworld. It turned out in the end that this task would fall to another; and unlikely person. The reason for Will returning was a strange one though, bought about by the Sovereign Syfenmon. Love. A twisted emotion- created by the Chaos realm for the human race. The chances were small that this emotion would befall someone of Will's… condition… yet it did. He returned to life, the life he knew was gong to end in sorrow and despair, just one among the billions and billions dead, another insignificant being when he should have been so much greater. Yet he didn't' care about this; just her. The Angel.
And for this, for this unholy sacrifice he made, he was repaid with betrayal. Now, I'm helping him… and the rest. I'm helping everyone… and anyone that can see in three dimensions will know that. No more sorrow, no more despair.
No more suffering…'

The voice rang through the device on the blond haired boys wrist, he swore still looking at the digimon surging towards him. He closed his eyes, lowering his gun and turning around, he began running. Dodging the digimon that flew at him, shrieking their battle cries. He rolled onto the ground, and then appeared in a crouch position, getting up and continuing to run. He blinked then dove for the open sewer hole, landing in the muck and quickly he got up and closed the drain hole. He squinted his eyes through the darkness, and then all became clear, as his vision seemed to adjust to its surroundings. He worked best in the night. "This... sucks", he muttered and began walking down the gaunt, dirty trail heading east. This would not be a wonderland, or any sort of happy journey.

Will looked around, now trapped within the over running horde of diriment. His first priority was to find Serenity, and tried to bring his powers back.
He heard the beating of helicopter blades above, Marines slid to the ground, and the blood bath began. He was knocked flying, rolling across the ground, and down a manhole.
He dropped right in front of Daniel.
'Great...' he said, rubbing his head and stroking Rendumon.

The bloodied boy looked down at his friend then grinned lightly. He shrugged, helping him up as he looked around his surroundings. "This ain't exactly ganna be a joy ride", he stated simply then a smile appeared on his lips, he always seemed to be happy. For some odd reason, even when he was bleeding from head to toe. Blood seeped in his baggy, khaki, pants that used to be perfectly intact. His shirt was lying in the dust where the blood bath was beginning, ripped off when he fought those digimon. He heard the roars, and screams of humans and digimon colliding together in bloody rage that made them only more furious. "Their all ganna @#%$ die..." he stated furiously as he heard the guns of the marines, then shook his head in disgust. "We gatta find Rit... Quick", he stammered suddenly, tripping in his words, he almost called her what she was. An angel. He gestured with his head to go down the south pipe, he began walking along the dirty walkways, feeling the dusty walls, feeling the vibrations as he went along. He spotted a manhole, climbing up and held his hands up, about to open it. "We don't have time to go to the safehouse, we gatta find 'em", he told Will.

'Yeh- who knows if she'll listen to me in her angel form.' Will said, looking up to the manhole. He swore realising it was still open. He climbed the ladder and placed his hand over the edge, grabbing hold of the manhole cover, just when the body of a human warrior was thrown into it. He quickly pulled the cover into place, and then slid down the ladder.
He looked at the dead body: a woman. Eyes were still open, and blood seeped out of hundreds of wounds.
Next to her had landed a pair of automatic handguns. Will bent down and picked them up, they wouldn't be any more use to her. They could be a replacement for his powers, for now.

"Let's go", he silently suggested then pulled out his silver gun, it was named Griever due to the lion and dragon hackling together in rage and fury. It glimmered in the sunlight, seeming to be of a tarnished material. He seemed to be emotionless seeing all the blood, the bodies lying in the streets, their eyes cold and still as they glared up at the sky. He glance at Will, checking that he wasn't being intimidated or afraid of any of this, of this bloodshed that would soon be called the end of the world as they knew it at that moment. "We're... screwed", he swore then looked around, he picked up an automatic machine gun, slinging it over his shoulder and it remained on his back, then he took the bullets and slung it over the opposite shoulder. "Ya don't need this", he commented at the dead bodies then shrugged as he began walking, his wounds were many, and one noticeable feature was clearly shown. The lash scars on his back, white stretches of history...

A small body coughed and surged forward from the mounds of dead that littered the streets, stopping in front of Will's feet and coughing again, blood spurting from its mouth.
"Snow..." It whispered. "I can't...I can't find her...where is she?"
Unamon managed to get himself into a sitting position and looked at the two boys, purple hope and death shining in his eyes. "Loads of them just...came at us, screaming and biting and...she threw her power at them but more came after they had fallen. One got her in the leg.... and in the back...and..." He faltered, he felt broken. "But she can't die!" He shouted to them, but more to himself, "She can't! She can't leave me..." The last bit was like a whisper as he slumped down, coughs racking his little body. "We lost Irvine too..." He managed to say before fainting, "Dunno where...where..."

Will drew the guns, and without a word climbed back out of the sewers, into the firefight. Bullets scratched his arms, and digital attacks flashed through the air. Rendumon stayed with Unamon, trying to comfort his friend. He could feel the determination radiating off Will. Will was lost in the combat, only the sound of his machine guns gave away his position.
He wasn't made for fighting, not without his powers. A large, bull like digimon bought a mace down on his arms, breaking it in two places at once. It was digitised in a shower of bullets, floating into the sky and soon to be reborn. 'SNOW!' he yelled continuously, flinging his body around in desperation and trying to break through the thinning gaps in the myriad hordes.

The blond haired boy glanced down at Unamon, squinting sadly as he picked him up and slung him over the unequipped shoulder, he began to run, making quick note to leave Unman somewhere safe, then he made a quick turn, jetting into one of the safe houses, he wrapped Union's wounds the best he could before placing him gently onto one of the red sheeted beds and lowering his head. "I'll find her... fur ball", he promised then patted his head before running out of the building, his silver gun in his hand, and he let off several bullets. Watching them spray at an ugly, flying bird digimon that cawed insanely, pecking at his back, he rolled and got away form it, seeing the data get erased as he shot it in the head. He got up, dust blowing around him as he tried to catch up to Will. "WILL", he shouted as he watched him disappear into the hoard of digimon, but soon he squeezed through, swipes and bites of digital attacks seeming to hit him one after the other. Thin, and big gashes appearing all over his body, he blinked then threw himself forward toward a bright light. "SNOW! WILL!" he shouted twice before suddenly stumbling in the hoard..

Will turned. 'DANIEL... SPLIT UP...' he yelled, taking a right into a unit of humans, busily smashing goblin digimon with their guns.
He shoved his way through, moving a lot slower than he would have liked. He looked to his left... a garage door had swung open in the fight...

A few moments later he was upon a motorcycle, smashing his way through the innumerable horde.

The blond haired boy nodded, taking a quick turn and running through a hoard of puppet digimon, he shot one in the head, it made a sickening cry and fell to the ground, it's data rising and disappearing. He rolled, dodging a furious blow from another puppet and made it to another empty house that had been evacuated. "Damn.. Where is she", he said irritated then saw a blocked door, he walked slowly over to it. "Rit.. You there?", he asked, there was no answer, so he repeated himself, as he cautiously looked around the empty, gaunt house that seemed to be ruined. All the furniture knocked over, and vases broken on the floor, the walls had bloody handprints leading to a small, baby blue room that probably belonged to a small child.

The night drew on before Will even knew it, and his search seemed in vain. He thought back to the morning, when he had woken up after a nightmare, stepped out his door utterly depressed and by some chance met his friends just as the war started. He thought back to his dream... the ice... the blood.
Smack! A large fist slammed into him, knocking him off the bike. The bike flew forward and exploded. Will's unconscious formed was quickly buried among the mass of bodies.
The battle raged for another couple of hours, but after that death took its toll too far. Before dawn all the human soldiers were dead, and few digimon remained standing... and wandered on to wipe out the rest of mankind.
Similar battles were taking place everywhere on the planet. The human race was losing... but it didn't matter. A glowing celestial object spelled doom for all, anyway.

Unamon woke up groggily on the bedspread, feeling such pain that he winced even when he wasn't moving. Everything played in his mind over and over again, like a fractured video in his mind. He saw it all...

They won't move!
"I'll make them move." Griffinmon screeched and dived at them, turning white and fading into the nearest worm-like creature. It inched its way to where Serenity was hovering, disgust and anger on her face as she watched, waiting for that moment....
The worm exploded and then disappeared, Griffinmon turning back into his form and giving his Tamer a grin.
Perfect as always. She grinned and then yelled.
"Snow!" He roared as something shot into her leg, what looked like a thick cable with wires coming out of it exploded through her bone and fastened itself round her leg.
AAAGGHHH!!! She screamed and tried to get free. They couldn't see where the cable was coming from, some abandoned warehouse was nearby, but in the fray of the attacking digimon, it could have come from anywhere.
"I'll get it out I'll...Snow?" Griffinmon's confused expression faded into shock and horror as he followed her silent eyes down. Something erupted from her stomach, claw-like appendages creeping out and fastening round her waist, the cruel tarnished metal gleaming off them. "No..." He whispered as golden blood started to drip down her chest.
Griff...it hurts... She managed to whisper, blood trailing down her mouth. Suddenly she was pulled backwards, her wings trailing in front of her and blocking his view of her face. Then nothing.
"NOOOOO!!!" It wasn't actually a yell. More like a sound. It echoed round the grounds as he ploughed into the fray, biting and killing and making everything he touched disappear.

Something touched him, something light and feather feeling, just across his back...and he blacked out.

Unamon groaned. He didn't want to remember, but he had to, he had to find out where she had gone.
"S-Snow..." He mumbled, coughing up blood as he fell off the bed.

'WWWWIIIILLLLLL!!' Rendumon yelled out over the mass of bodies. Tears were running from his eyes, dropping to the ground and mingling with the blood. The battlefield gleamed in the new light.
He could hear new tears between the digital world and the real world splitting open. It was about to start again...

Will's mind spun... he didn't know where he was, but his lungs were crushed and blood ran from every inch of his body. A man stood before him, gaunt, with pallid skin. In fact you may have said it was even rotten, a slight green tint under laying it.