One Man Army Chapter V, a digimon fanfic

He awoke. He felt power rushing through his body. He knew it would be brief... but it was enough for now.
He burst out from the pile of bodies, flew straight up, and then closed his eyes. He called upon the past to tell him where to go. He saw it all through Unamon's eyes...
He dived towards an abandoned warehouse, hidden between three streets of unkempt houses.
He burst through the roof and into the darkness, dust falling down around him. He wings then disappeared, and he dropped to the floor, powerless again. His body was weak and torn, but for once his mind was stable, strong and determined. He considered his intelligence as useful as any amount of muscles.
He drew the guns... ready for whatever came for him...

"I promised", he silently mumbled, then looked at him, his eyes looked like broken marbles that shattered on the ground. He felt bad, he couldn't make it in time, he blinked then turned around and opened the door once more.

"I'm sorry.." he sadly said to him. The boy had scratches lining his chest, along his stomach, and across his shoulders. His cheek, lip and head was trickling with golden blood that shimmered in the light, he wiped the blood from his lip with his arm. Blond hair ruffled, and seemed to be stained with splats of blood. The tarnished, Celtic made, silver gun was held tightly in his hand, his knuckles bruised and the first layer of skin ripped off.

"I'm ganna find her.." he told him then disappeared outside, as he began to run up the road, his hand seemed poised on the trigger as he let a spray of bullets out at various digimon, watching them disappear. He slanted his brows, gritting his teeth, and tightened his grip on the hilt of the tarnished gun, Griever.

Unamon looked up just as spots danced before his eyes. He had heard Daniel's voice but he couldn't see him. And then he heard the door close and sank back down on the blood stained carpet.
"You won't...find...her..." He whispered, sinking back into darkness.

Unalamon was worried. Israfel, her Tamer, was coming down with something the doctor had prescribed as fever flu, but she could tell he thought it worse. She had seen what he had written on his notepad...internal bleeding stood out extremely clear, as did increasing chest and abdominal pain.

She knew the doctor thought she had cancer.

She breathed out slowly, trying to clear her mind so that she could see. Something was wrong with her Tamer, even though it may not be cancer, it all linked with Serenity. She had to find where she was and make sure she was all right so that she could treat Isa. If she lost either of the two...
Nothing. Just darkness all around. She cursed herself and tried again, the same thing had happened four times now; all she got was darkness...
She frowned...what if...it was darkness because Serenity couldn't see anything? She closed her eyes and tried again, letting the feelings come to her one by one.
Dark. And cold, lots of cold. A breeze, wind maybe?
What did it smell like? Not fresh, not stale either...salty...Unarlamon licked her muzzle. There it was, salt! She was by the sea somewhere...
But where? How could she have got that far out?
Unarlamon knew she had to be bleeding badly, so badly that Isa was getting the same symptoms...but, the blood from Isa had no where to go so it had to go round her organs.
"This is bad..." she whispered, cringing slightly as she heard the fighting start up again down below them outside. She ached for battle, but she had to protect her Tamer.

The blond haired boy had been fighting below the hospital, releasing his gun and shooting sprays of bullets into the digimon. He was trying to hold off the hospital, because if any made it in then all the patients inside would have no protection. He didn't know that Unarlamon and Israfel were in there at all. "Damnit", he swore as a ram-like digimon smashed into his ribs, he gasped a breath of air, being smashed into a wall of bricks, golden blood splattered about. The horns of the digimon impaled him through the shoulders and he was stuck, he cried out in pain, struggling to his free, he raised his gun arm, feeling the horns writhe in his shoulders. He cringed and cried out silently. He pointed the gun at the digimons head, the crimson blood flowing down his chest. He gritted his teeth and shot, right in the middle of his head. He felt the digimon disapear, the horns disapearing from his shoulders. He slumped to the ground in pain, then pushed himself up, the horns hadn't gone all the way through, only a three inches through his shoulders, he grasped tighter to his gun. Screaming a war cry on the top of his lungs, running out from under the flat of the hospital, spraying out bullets at all the digimon. Then smashing into them, kicking, and lashing out with his fists.

Nobody was around. Will preceded into the darkness cautously... his eyes cold and dry. After a few steps he came to a metal grate.
Underneath was the same darkness that surrounded him. He pulled the grate away, and placed his hand inside. He was sent flying backwards with the full force of an electric shock, his eyelids thrown wide at the touch.
After recovering, which took a minute or two; he went back up to the grate. Tank fire started outside, small scale skirmishes before the morning light, which would bring full-blown carnage. He strained his eyes in the darkness. A tunnel ran under the hole, dust-covered wires running down it at the bottom. He placed his hand underneath the rim... a metal framing held the floor up.

He hung onto the steel framework for all his life, the wires inches away from his back. It was slow progress, and if he let go now he would most surely be fried. If he had the time he would like to inspect the steel, for it seemed to be both corrosion resistant and strong, with no sign of galvanisation. But there was no time... his friend may be in peril.

Slowly a smell built up in his nose. It was a while before he realised what it was. Saltwater.
Suddenly there was a clattering sound up ahead. 'Who's there?' he said, loudly in his fear. He wished he remembered more of his Ministratum education: summon magic, pentacles and protective amulets.

He proceeded, slower than before. His muscles strained. There was light at the end of the tunnel, which was all of a sudden blocked.

'Remember me, shrimp face?' the creature asked.
'Meranomon...' Will muttered with disdain.
'Yeah, me! The guy you left locked up for three months!'
'Sorry about that...' Will answered sarcastically. 'Could ya move, you're blocking my way.'
'How long can you hold on for?'
'Another few seconds, so move!'
'Say please,' Meranomon taunted.
'Please!'
'Pwetty please with a cherry on top?'
'JUST MOVE!!'
'Say it...'
'D'you wanna see me get fried?'
'Yeah,' the bluntness of the answer really damamged Will's pride.
Will decided it was time to out manoveaure the wretch. His brain set in motion, he moved slightly to the left.
'Whatcha doin'...?' It was too late. Will had slammed the wires with the rubber soles of his trainers, knocking the pins keeping them in place loose. He let go just as the energy in them discharged through the whole tunnel, shocking Meranomon of his perch. He droped to the ground, and Will grabbed onto the walls just in time, as the discharge ended.
He grabbed back onto the beams and moved quickly over the squirming figure of Meranomon. 'T-this i-is n-n-no-t f-unn-y, H-all-s-on!' he yelled after him.
He climbed out of the tunnel into dull light. Ahead of him everthing faded into further darkness.

He quickly checked with his digivice. He'd programmed it to pick up all digital entities. One thing he knew about Angel's, they were most definatly digital.
She was close now...

"Will? Did he find her?", the blond haired boy stammered as he felt a strange relief flow through his body, he suddenly spun around, shooting a small creature in the head before climbing up onto a ruined house, swearing as he still saw the swarm coming like a flowing river. He couldn't see the end. Golden blood trickled from various wounds, trickling onto the ground, creating a puddle as he just stood there staring out at the flat terran. Suddenly he chuckled disbeleiving this was happening, his shoulders shuddering with pain. "Were.. so.. @#%$", he suddenly sniggered, laughing out loud, it was so ironic this was happening that it made him laugh. He looked back up, catching his breath. Then looked to the left, a vague outline of the sea caught his eye.

He bounded off the building, beginning to dodge through the alleyways, until he reached another dusty, rusted grate. He pulled it off, but then pulled his hand away, a spider like creature crawling up his arm, he recoilled back, shaking his arm off as he watched the spider fall onto the ground. He shot it then decided against going down that grate. He sprinted forward, grappling onto the silver, tarnished fence and jumping over it. He reached another grate. But it was tarnished, silver color with writing on it, he pulled the grate off, then put the between his teeth, the nozzle pointing out away from his direction.

He dropped down into the dry sewers, he found it rather strange that it was actually clean down here, he shrugged then began to run until he was quite confused and lost. He swore under his breath, kicking a wall out of frustration. He looked back at the wall, noticing it was quite.. not solid. He pulled his foot out from the blob and swore. "What the @#%$?!?", he exclaimed and recoilled back from the slimy substance. He squinted his eyes, then blinked a few times. His icey, pale, blue eyes widened as they peered over his black hued shades. He swore loudly and began to run, what ever creature was there held all of the sewer water and let it drain out like a sponge.

"@#%$ @#%$ @#%$", he swore over and over again until a strange, salted, scent came to his nose. He smilled, but then his eyes widened, their was only an opening on the top of the wall. He swore again, then looked over his shoulder, the water substance was coming quite close. He quickened his pace, sprinting now as he dove up, grasping the ledge he pulled himself up intime before the dirty, water reached him.

He brushed himself off before looking around, he spotted the beach and stumbled over a rock, falling down dirt, and rock wall that led down to it. He grunted as he hit a rock, then rolled and fell onto the soft sand. ".. Ugh..", he groaned, trying to raise his head, his blond hair covered in blood and sand at the moment. He groped for his gun, then grasped it, he sat up in a sitting position before pushing himself to his feet.

As he shook his head, freeing his hair of sand, he glanced around trying to catch sight of Will or Serenity. The water was fresh, smelling of salt water, he could be forever lost in the smell. He began walking, his black, steel-toe hiking boats not working well in the sand. He took them off and left them on a rock, then began running down the beach.
"RIT!", he yelled a couple of times.

Ialiamon exploded out the hospital window, glass shattering everywhere as her cyber gear reflected light from the battles. She left the doctors with Isa after all the monitors started going mad and beeping everywhere. She knew there was something wrong before as she had started having some sort of fits in the bed, blood spurting from her mouth and her eyes rolled in their sockets.

She exploded the nearest digimon that came near her and the others looked at her before trying to attack. After they disappeared the other turned and started fighting each other for a chance.
"Snow..." She whispered, her sunglassed head turning this way and that, head sniffing as she then jumped, her powerful lion body flexing madly through the air as she disappeared down the tunnel leading to the sea.

She hung there, wires crisscrossing behind her as an eeire sickly grey light clung to her form like a second skin, giving off a tiny glimmer around her body. She spun slightly, a cable resting on the floor and reaching up to her, the grippers that had gone through her chest still within. Occasionally she went into small spasms, the grippers moving gently against her chest and the cable flexed like a snake swallowing something down.
Her eyes stared into nothingness as there was nothing to see, even though there was a slight glow to the air.
She couldn't feel anything.
She couldn't taste anything...