Title: Lonely Destined
Chapter 3: The Curse
Author: Hahn
Summary: An alternate Season 3 story about a very different kind of Destined. The third chapter is finnaly here.
Notes: Wow. It's been a while. I haven't written anything here for a long time... Well, better late then never, they say. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Don't use my stuff without asking. Blah blah blah. (This carries over for all future chapters, just so I don't have to write it.
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By the next day, two of Natalie's best friends had been arrested for being drunk at the party. Both seemed sober, and, Marian judged from her past experience, probably were. They just met the wrong girl, at the wrong time.
Marian sighed. She had actually started to think the curse had gone away, or was just something she had imagined. She had explained the curse to Natalie. "Curse? Ha! I'm not scared of any 'curse'!", Natalie had said. And, strangely enough, Natalie and Marian had remained sorta-friends the entire dance, and nothng bad had happened. Marian was actually starting to slightly ease up around the girl, somewhat prissy though she was.
During lunch, Natalie found Marian leaning against the wall in a deserted corner of the school.
"What are you doing way out here?" she asked.
"I always come here. There aren't any people," was Marian's rather flippant reply.
"Oh, what's the fun without any people? That's just boring."
"You wouldn't understand," Marian sighed. "I... I just don't like being around people. Makes me nervous."
"Nervous? Why? What's so unnerving about people?"
"I... I might..." Marian stopped, struggling for the right words.
"What? Might put your 'curse' on them? Ooh, the big bad scary curse is gonna *get* me! Ooooh!" As she spoke, Natalie made overly dramatic gestures that almost would have made Marian smile, if she weren't so frustrated.
"Shut up, okay? Just SHUT UP!" Marian shouted, surprising herself.
Natalie instantly backed off. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise that... I mean..."
Marian found herself sighing again. "I know, I understand you. I just wish you'd believe me." Before Natalie could answer, the bell rang, and Marian rushed off to class.
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The next day, Natalie was nowhere to be found. Marian, surprising herself with her courage, asked a few people were she was. No-one seemed to know. She still hadn't seen her at all when school got out. A little sad, but not really surprised, Marian walked home.
She lived about a three-quarters of a mile from school, so it wasn't exactly a short walk. However, she was used to it, so it didn't really matter. In fact, she was so used to it, that she didn't even have to look where she was going. Unless, of course, someone stepped in front of her.
Marian never saw the boy in the tuxedo until she ran into him. Both stumbled, and she heard something hit the ground. She looked up, already muttering an apology, and stopped. The boy, who had walked by, apparently taking no notice of her, seemed around her age. He also had dark brown hair, partly covered by a top hat. Other then that, Marian couldn't tell, however, because the front of his face was covered with a white mask. The mask had large red marks to imply eyes and a mouth, however it had no apparent eye or mouth holes, and was, other then being slightly rounded to fit the boys face, totally flat and featureless. Marian wandered for a moment how the boy saw where he was going under the mask. Then again, maybe that's why he hit her. By the time she had finished this thought, he was gone, dissapearing into the crowd of people behind her.
Marian turned to continue, and again nearly tripped, this time over something on the ground. She looked down, and saw a strange, plastic device, which the boy must have dropped. I looked similar to a PDA, but was thicker, and shaped to fit into the palm of someone's hand. She bent down and picked it up, intenting to return it to the boy. However, the moment she touched it, she knew, somehow knew, against all reason, that the strange device belonged to her. She also knew it's name. It was called a D-Ark. Underneath the D-Ark was something else.
"Digimon cards???" Sure enough, the cards were from the Trading Card Game/TV series. An Angemon, and a Hyper Wing. For some reason, Marian felt she should take them with her. So, pocketing the items, Marian headed home.
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It wasn't that Marian mom was mean, or didn't care about her. She was very nice, very concerned about Marian, and very helpful. In the same way the the girl behind the counter at the bank is very nice, very concerned about you, and very helpful. It was a distant, impersonal relashionship. It had been ever since Marian's dad had died. She and her dad had been very close. He had been very fun to be around, always patient, always willing to repeat a lesson to be sure Marian learned it. Then, he had died in a subway accident. To this day, Marian blamed herself for his death; blamed her curse, that is. Ever since then, she had made sure to not get too close to her mom. The impersonal relationship had been mostly her doing, although her mom had certainly not complained much. Really, the two rarely saw eachother. Her mom worked a lot.
So, it came as little surprise that the house was empty when Marian got home. Marian headded up to her room, then flopped down on her bed, planning to sleep. On a second thought, she took out the D-Ark and cards she had found, and examined them. The D-Ark seemed to be broken, or turned off, at least. Marian couldn't make it do anything. Still, she was somehow loathe to throw it away. She fell asleep staring at the strange object.
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The next day, the third after the dance, Marian learned what had happened to Natalie. She had been arrested, and jailed (apparently without a trial, judging on how much time had gone by), for possesion of coccaine on school grounds. She was currently in Odaiba County Juvenal Hall. Marian rushed there immediately after school.
By some twist of fate, Marian was able to talk her way into being allowed to see Natalie in her cell. Natalie, despite only having been there less then two days, looked horrible. She was laying mostly on the floor, her head and part of her torso leaning against her bed. Her eyes had dark circles under them, she was bruised in places, and parts of her clothing was torn. "Marian...?" she asked weakly, looking up. "Is that you?"
Marian looked down in horror at her friend. "I'm sorry, Natalie... I'm so sorry..."
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Marian... I... hope you'll forgive me for that..."
Marian crouched down to look at Natalie from eye level. "A thousand tijmes over..."
"That's good, at least..."
"Natalie, what happened? How'd you get here?"
"I dunno, really. It's all... kind of a blur." Natalie pulled herself up, suddenly getting an intense look in her eyes. "I didn't do it, though, Marian. I swear to God I didn't do it. You believe me, right?"
Marian nodded fiercely. "I believe you."
Natalie let herself sink back down. "Thanks... You're the only one, I guess. Even my parents seem to have turned against me, overnight..."
Marian sighed again. "Natalie... What happened to you? You're a total mess... Even more so then being in jail should cause..."
Natalie looked up again, looked Marain straight in the eyes with a haunted look Marian would never forget. "They... they put me here... With all the older boys... They don't care. They don't watch the prisoners... They just... They look away, while... While..." A single tear slid down Marian's eye, the first she had shed in a long time.
At that point, she no longer felt pity for herself. She felt only a burning rage, a need to strike back, to fight against whatever had caused this curse. Natalie sunk back down, blissfully asleep, and the gaurd came to get Marian.
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Marain stood outside the prison in the rain, her right hand clenched around the D-Ark. Her blue-green eyes stared skyward, blinking as raindrops hit them. She felt her rage against the curse, herself, and the world as a whole build. Suddenly, a white light surrounded Marian, and consiousness left her.
Chapter 3: The Curse
Author: Hahn
Summary: An alternate Season 3 story about a very different kind of Destined. The third chapter is finnaly here.
Notes: Wow. It's been a while. I haven't written anything here for a long time... Well, better late then never, they say. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Don't use my stuff without asking. Blah blah blah. (This carries over for all future chapters, just so I don't have to write it.
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By the next day, two of Natalie's best friends had been arrested for being drunk at the party. Both seemed sober, and, Marian judged from her past experience, probably were. They just met the wrong girl, at the wrong time.
Marian sighed. She had actually started to think the curse had gone away, or was just something she had imagined. She had explained the curse to Natalie. "Curse? Ha! I'm not scared of any 'curse'!", Natalie had said. And, strangely enough, Natalie and Marian had remained sorta-friends the entire dance, and nothng bad had happened. Marian was actually starting to slightly ease up around the girl, somewhat prissy though she was.
During lunch, Natalie found Marian leaning against the wall in a deserted corner of the school.
"What are you doing way out here?" she asked.
"I always come here. There aren't any people," was Marian's rather flippant reply.
"Oh, what's the fun without any people? That's just boring."
"You wouldn't understand," Marian sighed. "I... I just don't like being around people. Makes me nervous."
"Nervous? Why? What's so unnerving about people?"
"I... I might..." Marian stopped, struggling for the right words.
"What? Might put your 'curse' on them? Ooh, the big bad scary curse is gonna *get* me! Ooooh!" As she spoke, Natalie made overly dramatic gestures that almost would have made Marian smile, if she weren't so frustrated.
"Shut up, okay? Just SHUT UP!" Marian shouted, surprising herself.
Natalie instantly backed off. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise that... I mean..."
Marian found herself sighing again. "I know, I understand you. I just wish you'd believe me." Before Natalie could answer, the bell rang, and Marian rushed off to class.
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The next day, Natalie was nowhere to be found. Marian, surprising herself with her courage, asked a few people were she was. No-one seemed to know. She still hadn't seen her at all when school got out. A little sad, but not really surprised, Marian walked home.
She lived about a three-quarters of a mile from school, so it wasn't exactly a short walk. However, she was used to it, so it didn't really matter. In fact, she was so used to it, that she didn't even have to look where she was going. Unless, of course, someone stepped in front of her.
Marian never saw the boy in the tuxedo until she ran into him. Both stumbled, and she heard something hit the ground. She looked up, already muttering an apology, and stopped. The boy, who had walked by, apparently taking no notice of her, seemed around her age. He also had dark brown hair, partly covered by a top hat. Other then that, Marian couldn't tell, however, because the front of his face was covered with a white mask. The mask had large red marks to imply eyes and a mouth, however it had no apparent eye or mouth holes, and was, other then being slightly rounded to fit the boys face, totally flat and featureless. Marian wandered for a moment how the boy saw where he was going under the mask. Then again, maybe that's why he hit her. By the time she had finished this thought, he was gone, dissapearing into the crowd of people behind her.
Marian turned to continue, and again nearly tripped, this time over something on the ground. She looked down, and saw a strange, plastic device, which the boy must have dropped. I looked similar to a PDA, but was thicker, and shaped to fit into the palm of someone's hand. She bent down and picked it up, intenting to return it to the boy. However, the moment she touched it, she knew, somehow knew, against all reason, that the strange device belonged to her. She also knew it's name. It was called a D-Ark. Underneath the D-Ark was something else.
"Digimon cards???" Sure enough, the cards were from the Trading Card Game/TV series. An Angemon, and a Hyper Wing. For some reason, Marian felt she should take them with her. So, pocketing the items, Marian headed home.
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It wasn't that Marian mom was mean, or didn't care about her. She was very nice, very concerned about Marian, and very helpful. In the same way the the girl behind the counter at the bank is very nice, very concerned about you, and very helpful. It was a distant, impersonal relashionship. It had been ever since Marian's dad had died. She and her dad had been very close. He had been very fun to be around, always patient, always willing to repeat a lesson to be sure Marian learned it. Then, he had died in a subway accident. To this day, Marian blamed herself for his death; blamed her curse, that is. Ever since then, she had made sure to not get too close to her mom. The impersonal relationship had been mostly her doing, although her mom had certainly not complained much. Really, the two rarely saw eachother. Her mom worked a lot.
So, it came as little surprise that the house was empty when Marian got home. Marian headded up to her room, then flopped down on her bed, planning to sleep. On a second thought, she took out the D-Ark and cards she had found, and examined them. The D-Ark seemed to be broken, or turned off, at least. Marian couldn't make it do anything. Still, she was somehow loathe to throw it away. She fell asleep staring at the strange object.
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The next day, the third after the dance, Marian learned what had happened to Natalie. She had been arrested, and jailed (apparently without a trial, judging on how much time had gone by), for possesion of coccaine on school grounds. She was currently in Odaiba County Juvenal Hall. Marian rushed there immediately after school.
By some twist of fate, Marian was able to talk her way into being allowed to see Natalie in her cell. Natalie, despite only having been there less then two days, looked horrible. She was laying mostly on the floor, her head and part of her torso leaning against her bed. Her eyes had dark circles under them, she was bruised in places, and parts of her clothing was torn. "Marian...?" she asked weakly, looking up. "Is that you?"
Marian looked down in horror at her friend. "I'm sorry, Natalie... I'm so sorry..."
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Marian... I... hope you'll forgive me for that..."
Marian crouched down to look at Natalie from eye level. "A thousand tijmes over..."
"That's good, at least..."
"Natalie, what happened? How'd you get here?"
"I dunno, really. It's all... kind of a blur." Natalie pulled herself up, suddenly getting an intense look in her eyes. "I didn't do it, though, Marian. I swear to God I didn't do it. You believe me, right?"
Marian nodded fiercely. "I believe you."
Natalie let herself sink back down. "Thanks... You're the only one, I guess. Even my parents seem to have turned against me, overnight..."
Marian sighed again. "Natalie... What happened to you? You're a total mess... Even more so then being in jail should cause..."
Natalie looked up again, looked Marain straight in the eyes with a haunted look Marian would never forget. "They... they put me here... With all the older boys... They don't care. They don't watch the prisoners... They just... They look away, while... While..." A single tear slid down Marian's eye, the first she had shed in a long time.
At that point, she no longer felt pity for herself. She felt only a burning rage, a need to strike back, to fight against whatever had caused this curse. Natalie sunk back down, blissfully asleep, and the gaurd came to get Marian.
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Marain stood outside the prison in the rain, her right hand clenched around the D-Ark. Her blue-green eyes stared skyward, blinking as raindrops hit them. She felt her rage against the curse, herself, and the world as a whole build. Suddenly, a white light surrounded Marian, and consiousness left her.