Digimon: Chaotic Future
Disclaimer: If we owned Digimon, I'd be living in a private (PRIVATE!) mansion and Rikui would be too. Well, actually, she'd be living wherever she wanted and oh-Obviously, we don't own Digimon.
Summary: A group of ten Digi-Destines in the year 3007 wake up to find themselves in the Digital World, and are faced with the challenge of protecting the legacy of Digimon.
Author's Note: Like Rikui said in the first chapter, this story is a collaboration between me and her. Who am I? Well, since I don't want stalkers or nothing trying to get me, my name shall not be revealed. You can just call me '...' which is my annonymous reviewing name. And no, I don't have an account here, but I've been reviewing since November 2003. Yeah.
Enough of me blabbing, though. The thing you are about to read is the next chapter of Digimon: Chaotic Force, written entirely by myself. I seriously hope you like it, 'cause this is technically my only time going public with my writing. And don't be alarmed if you see random spouts of humor in there. See, that's the way I write.
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Chapter Two: The Other Five
"Geez, do you have to yell so loud! Some people are trying to sleep and- whoa." Sitting up straight, his green eyes wide, 14 year old Zack Harris (from Orlando, Florida in the USA) suddenly realized that he wasn't in his bedroom. "What the...?" His anger at having being awoken was soon taken over by confusion over where the heck he was at the moment. Utterly speechless, Zack's mouth hung open, remaining this way for a good ten minutes (but that comes in later). His jet-black hair was ruffled by the wind and so was the pajamas he had been wearing that night; a large t-shirt with 'Tampa Bay' printed on it and a pair of loose pants. His skin was deeply tanned from having been in the Florida sun, but nobody really cares about that.
13 year old Luke Garter, a resident of Marseilles, France, had woken up from the yell from Kerra, and was now trying to make sense of what was going on. However, he soon found it was impossible and gave up before poking the still forms of Rikui and Ryena. "Are these guys alive?" He asked to no one in particular, choosing instead to identify whether or not members of the group were still among the living. His short brown hair limply was moved by the wind, creating an impression that it was a wig. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, a blue bandanna wrapped around his wrist.
"No, Frenchie. That's why they're breathing, of course." Her statement sarcastic, 13 year old Meg James (from Alberta, Canada) joined Luke next to the twins, also poking them. Her fierce blue eyes displayed distrust instantly; she had just woken up in a strange place because someone was screaming (who was that?) and she wasn't sure she liked the people she had woken up with. For one, one kid was just staring off into space, another girl looked like she was eight (and Meg didn't like young kids) another's mouth was just hanging open, practically inviting a bug to fly in, another had hair as white as an albino, and these two looked dead. Her blonde hair in its ponytail whipped savagely around in the wind, nearly hitting Luke in the face. Being a tomboy, she was wearing a faded pair of jeans, a dirty looking white t-shirt and a Yankees baseball cap flipped backwards on her head. (Her brother had bought it for her when he took a trip to NYC). A pair of run-down sneakers rested calmly on her feet.
Luke muttered something incoherent, but 12 year old Jamie Winters didn't really care, choosing to tune out an argument that was sure to follow. He was from Italy, with short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He quickly scanned the group of people he had woken up with, quickly taking in their looks, and from what he could see, their personalities. His own was to be quiet and shy, not talking to anyone unless spoken to, and generally hiding himself behind a large book. He was wearing a red t-shirt and khaki shorts.
The last person to wake up, 11 year old Connor James (also from the United States, though his actual residence was unknown), was nervous. His gray eyes were hidden behind his glasses while his mousy brown hair was seemingly scattered all over his scalp, sticking up in odd angles as if he had bed-head. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. His head kept resounding with four words: What was going on?
That was a question that nobody knew the answer to.
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Author's Note: Well, there you have it. I kinda don't have anything to say about the next chapter since Rikui hasn't showed it to me yet (have you even written it?) so I'm in as much suspense as you the reader are. Please, read and review and tell me whether or not I did something wrong.
Disclaimer: If we owned Digimon, I'd be living in a private (PRIVATE!) mansion and Rikui would be too. Well, actually, she'd be living wherever she wanted and oh-Obviously, we don't own Digimon.
Summary: A group of ten Digi-Destines in the year 3007 wake up to find themselves in the Digital World, and are faced with the challenge of protecting the legacy of Digimon.
Author's Note: Like Rikui said in the first chapter, this story is a collaboration between me and her. Who am I? Well, since I don't want stalkers or nothing trying to get me, my name shall not be revealed. You can just call me '...' which is my annonymous reviewing name. And no, I don't have an account here, but I've been reviewing since November 2003. Yeah.
Enough of me blabbing, though. The thing you are about to read is the next chapter of Digimon: Chaotic Force, written entirely by myself. I seriously hope you like it, 'cause this is technically my only time going public with my writing. And don't be alarmed if you see random spouts of humor in there. See, that's the way I write.
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Chapter Two: The Other Five
"Geez, do you have to yell so loud! Some people are trying to sleep and- whoa." Sitting up straight, his green eyes wide, 14 year old Zack Harris (from Orlando, Florida in the USA) suddenly realized that he wasn't in his bedroom. "What the...?" His anger at having being awoken was soon taken over by confusion over where the heck he was at the moment. Utterly speechless, Zack's mouth hung open, remaining this way for a good ten minutes (but that comes in later). His jet-black hair was ruffled by the wind and so was the pajamas he had been wearing that night; a large t-shirt with 'Tampa Bay' printed on it and a pair of loose pants. His skin was deeply tanned from having been in the Florida sun, but nobody really cares about that.
13 year old Luke Garter, a resident of Marseilles, France, had woken up from the yell from Kerra, and was now trying to make sense of what was going on. However, he soon found it was impossible and gave up before poking the still forms of Rikui and Ryena. "Are these guys alive?" He asked to no one in particular, choosing instead to identify whether or not members of the group were still among the living. His short brown hair limply was moved by the wind, creating an impression that it was a wig. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, a blue bandanna wrapped around his wrist.
"No, Frenchie. That's why they're breathing, of course." Her statement sarcastic, 13 year old Meg James (from Alberta, Canada) joined Luke next to the twins, also poking them. Her fierce blue eyes displayed distrust instantly; she had just woken up in a strange place because someone was screaming (who was that?) and she wasn't sure she liked the people she had woken up with. For one, one kid was just staring off into space, another girl looked like she was eight (and Meg didn't like young kids) another's mouth was just hanging open, practically inviting a bug to fly in, another had hair as white as an albino, and these two looked dead. Her blonde hair in its ponytail whipped savagely around in the wind, nearly hitting Luke in the face. Being a tomboy, she was wearing a faded pair of jeans, a dirty looking white t-shirt and a Yankees baseball cap flipped backwards on her head. (Her brother had bought it for her when he took a trip to NYC). A pair of run-down sneakers rested calmly on her feet.
Luke muttered something incoherent, but 12 year old Jamie Winters didn't really care, choosing to tune out an argument that was sure to follow. He was from Italy, with short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He quickly scanned the group of people he had woken up with, quickly taking in their looks, and from what he could see, their personalities. His own was to be quiet and shy, not talking to anyone unless spoken to, and generally hiding himself behind a large book. He was wearing a red t-shirt and khaki shorts.
The last person to wake up, 11 year old Connor James (also from the United States, though his actual residence was unknown), was nervous. His gray eyes were hidden behind his glasses while his mousy brown hair was seemingly scattered all over his scalp, sticking up in odd angles as if he had bed-head. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. His head kept resounding with four words: What was going on?
That was a question that nobody knew the answer to.
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Author's Note: Well, there you have it. I kinda don't have anything to say about the next chapter since Rikui hasn't showed it to me yet (have you even written it?) so I'm in as much suspense as you the reader are. Please, read and review and tell me whether or not I did something wrong.