The Fate of the World: On the Run
by Creedogmon
edited by Godeerc VanDrey
Category: Digimon
Genre: Fantasy, Action/Adventure
Rating: PG (The story overall is PG-13; this chapter is mild)
Language: English
Summery: Time slips away as the DigiDestined struggle to reunite before the monster does too much damage.
A/N: I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am. Bear in mind that I will be re-updating these stories until the end of time. I've already got too much on my plate.
Gripping tightly to Anna's shoulders, I look back. The long black arm is breaking apart, sending boomerang-shaped gliders after us. "Anna," I gasp.
She ascends quickly, spinning around to see before diving to clear the path of a glider. A dozen of them quickly chase after us. "Hold on, Chris," she tells me. I am holding on! Without warning, she flies straight up, the gliders close on our tail, and make a quick vertical curve, sending us into a downspin. I can barely make out the blurry ground.
Anna quickly levels off, going into a wide curve, slightly downward. The gliders follow her helix. She jets straight ahead. The gliders follow. I suddenly notice we are very near my neighborhood, but hindered by the miniature forests that surround all the houses.
"Anna, we're almost there." I tried to point, but can't hold on. "My house is right ahead."
"I see it," she calls back. "Fasten your seat belts; we're about to land,"
She turns downward, straight at the forest. "Anna!" I scream, "Are you crazy?"
"Head over heels." With her heels above her head, she takes a straight path toward my lawn. Suddenly, we are engulfed in larger and hotter flames. We run directly into the trees. Anna's heated aura rapid-burns the trees, and I have to close my eyes because of ash. The crackling of the fire is noisy, but the crashes of the gliders into the trees are louder still. I can also make out a treetop or two being repositioned to the ground layer. I try to count them, but they are in rapid succession. Suddenly, Anna inhales sharply and we crash land in my side yard. Anna stops where she lands limply. I roll a few feet. A glider crashes between us.
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The Patron begins to dash forward, with Justine on his back. Racing through the parking lot and avoiding cars as often as possible, he tries to get out of sight as soon as possible. It doesn't go as planned. His enhanced hearing allows him to dodge the strike of one of the black tentacles. "Hold on, Justine," he tells the already struggling rider. His efforts are in vain. He skids to a stop as the tentacle strikes again in front of him, blocking his path. He growls.
"I got, Phillip," she tells him. The Inquirer, in her dark gown, calls out, "Enigma of Star!" The white blast strikes the tentacle, sending a resounding force upon the tentacle, which retreats. Phillip wastes no time getting away. He catches the falling Justine in his mouth and begins to race. Securely out of reach and sight of the monster, he takes to the forest that runs parallel to the highway just outside of town. Risking exposure, he nears the edge of the forest and catches a glimpse of overhead highway sign pointing the way to Atlanta.
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I get up and inspect Anna. She's breathing, but unconscious and feverish. She's wiped out from the extreme use of her power or the crash. Maybe both. I move her to farther into the woods, away from the sight of my mother, who no doubt heard the crash of the last glider, which has dissipated. I call upon my power, finding myself weak from dehydration, but the moist air around me replenishes the aura quickly. With superhuman ability, I leap up to my bedroom window. I startle Katmondu, who was napping on the windowsill. I hang on the border. I check for my mom; she's not there. I open it quietly, slipping in. I hear the front door close. I tiptoe to my bedroom door. She hasn't just come in. She's gone out, to check on the sound of the glider crash.
"Kitty, we've got work to do."
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I hop out the window when I hear my mom reenter the house. I land softly to the ground, as does Katmondu, though not without a little help from me. I held him as I jumped and, at five feet above the ground, threw him lightly in the air, allowing him to land gracefully. I walk over to Anna, hoping to revive her. I've packed my backpack with appropriate supplies and hope to do my best to help her. I'm encountered with a surprise.
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Diana looks up as Christopher nears her, his face in a state of shock. She sighs out. "Hey, Christopher." She's tending to Anna, but stands up timidly.
"Hey," he replies, his voice showing signs of being muddled.
"We followed you over."
"We?"
Hawkmon jumps from out of the bushes, waving.
"Hawkmon is a real digimon?" he says in wonderment.
Indignantly, she replies, "Well, of course I'm a real digimon."
"That's not what I mean," he speaks to the hawk for the first time, "Diana told me you were a doll." He turns to his friend, "Diana. I guess you're DigiDestined. I am too, though I don't have a digimon. You're kind of like…"
"James Warren and Eric McFly, I know." Without pausing she continues, counting on her fingers, "You, your cat, Virginia, Anna, Matt Jomahns, Phillip Maxx, Justine Reyes, Daniel Ponille, and Jessica Williams are DigiDestined with mystical powers."
Almost angrily, he replies, "Wait! You know? Why didn't you tell me?"
Calmly, she replies, "You didn't tell me."
"I didn't know you weren't a DigiDestined. You knew I was! By the way, how did you know?"
"You've never had a widow's peak before."
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I become silent. She finishes, "Then I saw your digivice. James has been filling me in with what he knows." She shows me hers.
"Twelve…" I mutter.
"Yeah." She pulls out a sheet of paper, showing me a diagram of triangle and circles. "I'm trying to figure out what your dream meant."
"Later," I tell her harshly, but show that I don't mean to, "we've got to get to Atlanta."
"Atlanta?"
"Matt and Jessica are in Atlanta at some big choir convention. That black thing at the school is big trouble. We need everybody together."
"Okay, let's go."
"Two problems: Anna's not in flying form, and we have to get Virginia."
"Virginia!? Are you crazy?"
"We need her."
"Christopher, with all the chaos going on at Westwood, it's less of a problem that we're all missing. Taking Katmondu is fine. He's a cat; he runs around. But if we Virginia, it's her second kidnapping in a month."
"Diana, we're saving the world here. Virginia is the strongest one. She'll be fine."
"Christopher, you can't…"
"Diana, I'm going to. Now, excuse me, I need Anna." She steps in my way. "Diana!"
Looking me square in the eyes, she says, "Hawkmon, armor digivolve. We're going to Virginia's. I'll take Anna."
"Harpymon," I mutter.
"Yes, she's the one who helped you at the basketball game." We smile again. This time, I almost laugh.
"Mount up."
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Daniel, bruised and battered, pushes himself up for the hundredth time. He can barely stand up and walks warily. He holds his hand up to attack again, but falls over. A black tentacle comes at him, but Bullmon deflects it. He is breathing heavily, but Eric cheers him on from the safety of a tree. He huffs at the black form that is enveloping the school.
Suddenly, it sinks back into the cafeteria and out of sight.
Daniel sees this and passes out.
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A/N: (exciting music) Whoo. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Now, I can't be objective and says this is either fun to read or not fun to read, because I am the author. If there was only somewhat that someone who isn't the author could tell me if it was exciting or not.
(Sonriso)- Hey, I noticed that heavy sarcasm. You're trying to steal my power, are you, Creedog? Isn't it enough that your Christopher character has his silly rain power? No, you gotta take one of the most powerful forces in the universe. A force that was destined to me mine? I don't think so!