The Fate of the World: Race to the Finish
by Creedogmon
edited by Godeerc VanDrey
Category: Digimon
Genre: Fantasy, Action/Adventure
Rating: PG
Language: English
Summery: The group is heading for Atlanta, but they're not the only ones.
A/N: Okay, I'm chugging along. I'm now officially farther along than I was two years ago. So, read on.
Eric, seeing Daniel unconscious, picks him up lays him atop of Bullmon. "Okay, big guy, to Atlanta."
"Uh, what's Atlanta?"
Eric is silent.
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Diana and I sit outside the Frends' backyard. Mrs. Frend is playing with Virginia.
I whisper, "How are we going to get her?"
Diana pulls a cell phone out of her backpack and hands it to me. At first, I'm confused. She gives me a condescending look. I dial the Frends' house number. The phone rings from inside.
"Stay here, Honey," Mrs. Frend tells her daughter.
"What do I say?" I ask, panicking.
Swaying her hair aside, she invents a fake British accent, "Hello, would this be the residence of Missus Liz Frend? Thank you…" She puts her hand over the receiver and gives me a sharp, "Go!" before returning to the phone.
I jump and wave Virginia over here. Diana continues, "Well, Mrs. Frend, I am a representative of the Atlanta Tennis Association. We've called the local health club and they recommended you."
She comes giggling. I introduce her to the now life-like Hawkmon, who she immediately takes to. Meanwhile, I put a sheet of notebook paper out of my binder and scribble a note.
Diana suddenly yelps, "Hawkmon, armor digivolve! She's coming out. Virginia, come here."
The back door opens around the corner of the house. "Virginia?" Mrs. Frend calls. I give Virginia to Arielle, who is being held by Harpymon's left arm. I grab Anna in one arm and Katmondu in the other, and Harpymon's other arm wraps around me, and we are instantly pulled into the air. Virginia is near crying because of the large monster that Hawkmon has become, no matter how angelic Harpymon looks.
As we ascend past the tree line, I look at Mrs. Frend. I can't tell whether she's looking around frantically for Virginia or has found my note, but I can just imagine how bad it's going to be.
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Mrs. Frend picks up the note, her eyes tearing, reading the scrawled letters carefully.
"Dear Mrs. Frend,
We are sorry to have taken your daughter. She will not be hurt. We don't want money. We will return her as soon as we can, safe and sound. All I can say is"
The letter stops mid-sentence. Mrs. Frend turns it around. There's no signature. Bawling, she runs back into her house, ripping the phone off the hook, and violently presses 911.
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In a room lit only by a metallic overhanging lamp, a folder is dropped on the general's desk. The gruff man looks up. "Well," he snaps.
The officer salutes. "It's begun, sir. 911 call to the police station about a missing child. It was the Bonnet."
"Do we know if it's the gas or real?"
"We don't. We don't know if the mother's been exposed, or if the Trespassers got her. Hell, one of the vics may have taken her. Lord knows what they're seeing."
"They say the chemical is very exact in its nature," the general states, opening his folder, "What ever it is, it's the same world they're seeing." After pausing, he looks up, "So it's eleven?"
"Eight of them fit the profile. The Bonnet's even there. But the three new ones match the DNA."
"…Undetermined… What is this? It says they found twelve syringes."
"The twelfth didn't even register. It must have been contaminated. They say there are DNA compounds, but the percent error is off the charts."
"Interesting. Keep looking. They can't still be in Atlas. The kids aren't there."
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"Run, Bullmon!" Eric screams, mounted on Bullmon, holding the unconscious Daniel. The bull runs away from the school at full speed, avoiding the black ooze.
Safely away from the monster, Bullmon screeches jumps onto a residential street, stopped and leaving potholes in the road. "Eric?" he asks, in his deep, husky voice.
"Somehow, we gotta get to Atlanta, Bullmon. It's a big city several miles from here. I don't know how to get there, though. Daniel may, but he seems out of service." Eric checked Daniel's pulse. It was strong, but he hadn't awoken. "Bullmon, could you run a long way?"
"Not now, I'm exhausted. Give me time to rest. Eric hops off his digimon, carefully laying Daniel down on the forest green space separating the main road from the residential area. Bullmon dedigivolves and Wormmon lies on his side, pooped. Eric looks around, seeing only the small houses lined up, each with their own lawns, trees, and driveways. There are several family cars sitting out side the homes, and then Eric gets an idea.
"Wormmon, I need your chomping power." Wearily, Wormmon agrees. Eric tiptoes over to a nearby car, a blue-green sedan. He holds Wormmon to the passenger side door handle, which he bites with his hard beak-like mouth. The car alarm goes off instantly, but Eric pulls the broken door open, the latch severed, pops open the glove box and grabs all the maps inside. He runs back, throwing a few of them away on his return trip. By the time he has retreated to the safety of the forest, he has the maps he's looking for: the "State of Georgia" and "Savannah." From behind the trees, he unfolds the latter map, tracing the road paths from Raytonville, a suburb of Savannah, to the main high way going west. He picks up the state map and traces the highway out of Savannah and into Atlanta.
Daniel then rouses. "Eric?"
"Hey, Daniel, you're awake!"
"Yeah, sore, though. Where are we?"
"Some neighborhood. I pulled you out of the fight."
"Thanks a lot. We gotta get to Atlanta, don't we?" Then the realization hit him, "But how we gonna get there? I don't know the way."
"I do," Eric says, holding up the maps.
"Good job, Eric. I'm impressed."
"Why, because of my insanity?"
"Eric, because of your… thing."
"You mean the craziness and complete social ineptness?"
"Eric, you're a smart kid. Brilliant. But genius comes at a price, I guess."
Eric smirks, "Well, when Wormmon here recovers, we'll get movin'."
"Yeah," Daniel replies. "It didn't follow us?"
"No. It's weird. It followed Phillip for a quarter mile. And those plane thingies after Chris? It's really after us."
Daniel's eyes widen. "What if he's following us to Atlanta? We got to get there first. Phillip's got a head start. And Chris may, too, depending on if he got his cat and Virginia."
"Let's go, then." Wormmon says, swallowing the last mouthful of leaves that he's been chomping on.
Eric pulls out his digivice.
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Daniel and Eric stand at the edge of the woods, looking towards the exit ramp onto the highway. Sure, enough, the black creature slowly slides his way onto the road.
Eric laughs, "At this rate, he won't get there until next week. Let's go."
"Wait," Daniel commands.
The black blob starts to raise itself up and comes slamming down onto the pavement, breaking the street and slipping into the hole. Suddenly, large cracks appear on the street and the traffic lights go out. Within seconds, several cars have crashed and caused a traffic jam.
"Well…" Daniel starts, "good thing we're not taking the bus."
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Harpymon descends. I am almost in shock, but she sets us down easily. Without a word, Harpymon dedigivolves and Katmondu transforms. I lay Anna down. She's still not awake. Her pulse is there, but a little slow. I realize that her aura must have saved her from the crash, but it would have been a frail aura. I mount the Defender, and Diana, with Virginia in her arms, gets behind me, holding my sides. After pausing shortly, Hawkmon armor digivolves and takes Anna in her arms. And we're off, following close by the highway.
Jessica, Matt, we're coming. My hands are shaking.
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Jessica stands by her fellow singers as the choir teacher warms them up. There are several hours until the Westwood choirs perform, but teachers are always antsy, especially because of how prestigious this event is. The choirs traveled almost two hours to get to the large Atlanta private school, St. Vincent's. Her teacher has been ranting all morning about getting to see the Manhatten Select Girls' Chorus, made up of the best junior high singers in New York City.
Suddenly, something comes over Jessica. All morning, her thoughts had been filled with excitement and even a little bit of stress, but for a fleeting moment, she swore she heard something in the back of her mind. A voice, maybe; she couldn't tell. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of fear and painful endurance. It felt like something out of a war movie, like the feeling portrayed by the characters right before they going into battle. She swallows. What the hell is going on?
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A/N: Sorry for the extensive delay, which actually occurs somewhere in the middle of the last book. Anyway, I had a very important project that I was working on which will be up very soon.
(Sonriso)- Ooh, Sonriso loves dramatic tension! The Lord Sonriso Somighty will be working hard to get his next fic out. Yeah, Creedog, too.