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Chapter 6. After this I'm going back to do some rewrites.

I didn't believe in destiny,-

C6) -------

narration----

My first day out on the road wasn't the best. I was still in a very foul mood and nothing was really helping me get over it.

Brent---

Brent frowned at the clouds in the sky, the weather matching his mood. "Now this is closer to training." Brent ignored fates voice and leaned into the wagon harder, pushing it out of the rut stopping it wheels. Alex had gotten an old covered wagon and Fay and the five rookies had spent most of the night loading it, mostly with things that wouldn't be needed.

Brent saw Fay look at him again; she had been watching him since the other day when she had tried to hypnotize him. Fay and the others where up in the cart but Brent refused to ride with them. "Why don't you come up here already." Brent cast a glare at Palmon where she sat in the back of the wagon.

"I'm fine." Brent had no trouble keeping up with the pair of old mules pulling the cart. The old beasts of burden were almost bone thin and looked ready to fall over at the first strong gust of wind.

"Are you sure? You have been walking since we left this morning." Palmon held out a canteen that Brent took only long enough for a sip before handing it back.

Brent scowled at the sky again with its churning gray clouds. "I'm fine. I hike back home and that's fallowing game trails. Not a nice dirt road like this." Brent wasn't sure why Palmon had taken to talking to him, or why he talked back. The other rookies made a point of avoiding him as much as possible while he was like this.

The wagon gave another lurch as its wheels dropped into another rut and back out. Palmon winced as her seat dropped from under her and came back up to hit her. "Yes it is a very nice road." Alex and Beezlemon had mapped out the route very carefully before the wagon had left and the wagon had already covered a good distance despite the slow moving mules and bad roads.

"Has Fay mentioned where Violet, Alex and Beezlemon went?" shortly after setting out Alex had climbed on the back of Beezlemons bike and they both raced off down the road with Violet flying after, leaving everyone choking on their dust.

Palmon glanced over at where Fay sat holding the reins, seeing Fay twist her head back towards the road. "Not yet. You really shouldn't be so hard on her you know. She was trying to help." Brent saw Palmon wince and thought that maybe his scowl was a bit much.

He didn't care at the moment, "that is just what I need another person messing around in my head." He kicked at the road and looked at the sky again. "I wish it would just rain already. Then we could make camp and I could go think under a tree or something."

"Well there are a lot of trees to chose but if it rains we will end up going even slower. And I don't think Fay would stop just because of rain." Palmon shoved Veemon away as he rolled towards her in his sleep. "How does he sleep with all these bumps?"

Brent didn't answer as he increased his pace a little, putting the canvas between him and everyone in the wagon. "Why exactly are you so grumpy. I thought it would be a relief to know you aren't insane."

Brent curled his fists, somehow feeling the material of the elbow length gloves even through the mystical gauntlets. "Its not much better knowing I got the embodiment of countless dead guys trapped in my mind." Brent flexed his fists, feeling the power in them. Power he didn't want at the moment and would give away if the voice would leave with it.

"You shouldn't talk to Fate that way." Brent hadn't heard Renamon walking up behind him. "He is almost a god after all." Renamon kept pace with him and the wagon easily and often ran off into the wood giggling as she saw flowers or small animals.

Brent looked down at her, unable to decide weather she was shorter than the one from the show or weather the show was off scale. He shook his thoughts away as he saw a look of confusion on her face, "it doesn't sound like much of a god if it has to possess people to do its work." Brent saw her face tense for a moment, looking more like the Renamon he knew before she saw something off in the woods and leapt after it laughing.

Brent picked up his pace again, moving up beside the drivers bench. "Fay how exactly did you get their parents to let them go with us?" Brent saw her tense and heard a sudden stop of movement in the back of the wagon. "Don't tell me you let them run off without a word."

Fay clicked the reins and kept looking forward, refusing to meet the glare Brent was giving her. "We left notes." Brent swung his glare up at Wormmon, he was clinging easily to the inside roof of the canvas. "We couldn't tell them we where coming or they wouldn't let us go. They would ground us for years just for asking."

Brent griped the wagon edge and pulled himself up, dropping down on the seat beside Fay. "So your telling me we left a bunch of upset digimon behind us who are in all likelihood going to run us down and drag you all back."

Brent cast a glance into the back where Biomon, Veemon and Palmon where sitting on boxes or bundles and laying in the center of the floor was the still comatose man Brent had almost killed. Wormmon dropped down onto Brent's shoulder, almost getting brushed off before Brent stopped the motion. "We told them we where going up north looking for someplace more exciting. By the time they discover we didn't go north we will be to far away."

Brent picked Wormmon off his shoulder and held him before his face, looking down into his eyes and trying not to notice the bandages still covering his face. "Did it occur to you that they might not believe you went north? Did you leave a false trail going north? Will they find campsites along the road that are fresh enough to have been you?"

Brent sat Wormmon down on the seat a glared at the road stretching away in front of them. "Alex and Beezlemon went to put down a false trail and Violet went to help. They are going to be gone for a day or so but when they get back we shouldn't have to worry about being fallowed by their parents." Brent didn't answer Fay, he simply jumped down of the wagon again and increased his pace until he was way out ahead of the wagon.

"Just a bit hostile right now aren't you." Brent wished for a moment that Fate had its own body just so he could slug it. "Honestly you admitted I am here, why cant you admit you're a warrior."

Brent tried relaxing his hands but they simply kept curling into fists. "I am a fighter and I wont do anything more than that." Brent tried not to give into the thought of punching something.

"I had been hoping that you would start recognizing your training now that you admit I'm real but your subconscious is still blocking everything away. You are going to die horribly if you don't work with me and then ill be stuck on a statue again and ill spend the next hundred years or so talking to your sprit." Brent grabbed a small stone from the road and hurled it at a tree along the road.

The stone struck the tree and bit in deep, sending broken bark and wood flying as it bored right out the other side. Brent looked at the hole in the tree for a few moments before closing his jaw and continuing to walk. "If you would listen to me you could control my powers rather than letting instinct and emotions control them."

"BRENT! LOOK OUT!" Brent spun around at Fay's shout only to see nothing except the wagon. Before he could turn back around something struck the back of his head and sent him into blackness.

Fay ---

Fay shifted on the hard bench again, glad that her tail was finally out of its cast. She looked up the road at Brent, seeing him toss a stone that tore through a tree and burst from the other side. He was in a foul mood and she didn't think she could do anything to get him out of it.

It had been more than stupid to try hypnotism on him, all it did was put him in a bad mood and he now spoke to Fate a little louder. He still didn't know what he had done to the rookies, and whatever it was that Fate had been teaching him.

She winced as another bump jolted her from her thoughts, she looked back and saw that that Renamon had finally climbed on the wagon and was passing around berries she had found. She looked forward again and thought she saw something farther down the road. She squinted and saw the trees along the road shift slightly as Brent passed them but put it off to her imagination.

She kept watching for a moment longer and saw a pair of deep red eyes before they vanished again. "BRENT! LOOK OUT!" her call only made him turn around and let the Woodmon next to the road swing a large branch like arm into the back of his head.

Fay only had time to wince at the sight of red on the branch as Brent went down. Before she could even leap of the wagon to help him more Woodmon, more than she had ever known lived in the world, rushed the wagon. She leapt over the reaching limbs only to be stuck between two more in a vise like grasping.

She lashed about with her claws and heard the rookies as they tried fighting of the plant digimon. Her claws barley marked the thick bark like skin and before she could try prying the digimon's grasp open she felt something strike the back of her head in the world turned black.

Fay heard a loud ringing and tried to sit up only to find she couldn't move anything. She opened her eyes and tried shouting but something was tied over her eyes and mouth. She tried twisting free but a rough voice shouted in her ear, "you no move. You be good food for big Treemon. You no move, no move."

Fay's heart launched into a racing pace, these where Wild Ones and cannibals at that. She twisted her ears around trying to hear if anyone else was taken, and hoping the rookies had gotten away.

She could hear some sobbing nearby and someone thrashing against bonds a bit behind her. There was a big creak and a thump that sent Fay up only to drop back and strike had wood. They were still in the wagon but this wasn't like any road Fay heard of, it was more like they had just lifted the wagon and was carrying it.

Sure enough there was a shout and Fay found herself falling and rolling of the end of the wagon. She landed and immediately tried getting free, only for a large weight to hit her back. The ringing came back for a moment but when it cleared she felt something cutting her bonds.

"Not now wait for my signal." She didn't recognize the voice but decided it would probably be best to listen to it. She could have broke free then and there but she didn't want anyone left behind and this person, whoever it was, sounded as if they had a plain.

The weight was lifted off her and then strong wooden hands griped her and tossed her into the wagon. Another person hit her and she could feel feathers tickling her fur, Biomon was here and the foot pressed against her side could only be Renamon's. She shifted around, careful so she didn't break her weakened bonds, trying to use her body to find who had been captured.

She couldn't find Palmon or Veemon but she found Wormmon, he wasn't moving and the Woodmon hadn't bothered to tie him up. She couldn't do anything for the moment so she moved on, only to find Brent. Brent was still out but they had bound him anyhow, she used her tail to check his injuries.

The back of his head had two huge lumps forming and she felt something sticky and her tail trailed across his face. She felt a hand hit her side, almost as if moved by the movements of the wagon. She froze not able to understand who this was; Brent was the only one here with five fingered hands and they where in the gauntlets. Had the others come back and had been captured as well.

The fingers flicked against her side, counting down from five. She felt something slide up against her side and she flicked her tail around it and pulled it next to her. The last finger drummed against her side and she flexed her muscles, feeling the cloth strips dig in before tearing.

She was on her feet and pulling her blindfold away expecting to see Beelzemon or Alex as they fought against hopeless numbers. What she saw was the bearded man that had been comatose for days fighting with his sword while the sheath still hung from Brent's belt.

She leapt aside as a large wooden limb smashed down where she had been standing. The canvas had been torn from the wagon and all around them were Woodmon. The Woodmon where swinging their heavy fists but the man dodged around every swing and lashed out with thrusts and sweeps that sent heavy limbs flying from their owners.

Fay dodged another clumsy strike and whipped out with her tail, forcing the muscles to hold tightly to what she had grabbed. The thing she had grabbed with her tail was a sharp little belt knife, the knife struck deep but pulled free in a spray of green sap like blood. Fay rolled back as two heavy fists struck the wagon floor and shattered it where they hit. Fay felt her foot hit something and glanced back to see a battered Biomon struggling to get free of her bonds.

Fay slashed with her claws, removing the canvas from Biomon and Renamon beside her. Biomon leapt into the air and immediately started firing her spiral twister into the Woodmon around the wagon. Renamon sat up groggily and fell back again as the wagon gave a lurch.

The four Woodmon actually carrying the wagon hadn't stopped while the fight was still going. The lurch was from the man striking one of the wagon bearers down; the fallen Woodmon was replaced as the first burst into fractal code. Several Woodmon swallowed the code before attacking stronger than before.

Every Woodmon who fell had his code devoured by his fellows, the Woodmons ranks where thinning but at the same time those remaining Woodmon grew much stronger. Fay looked around for Wormmon and saw him clinging to Brent's chest and firing his attack at any Woodmon who reached for them.

Fay saw how bad everyone was and could tell that this fight was going poorly. Brent wouldn't be fighting for a while and the Rookies wouldn't last much longer, and while the man was fighting strong at the moment he would soon tire from his lack of suitable food and tired muscles.

Fay jumped onto the head of a Woodmon, scattering the green braches they used to blend in with the trees, and leapt to the next as a pair of fists descended. She kept moving, lashing out with her claws and the knife griped in her tail, staying put only long enough for a Woodmon to swing at her and hit the Woodmon she had been on instead.

"Pit Pelter!" Fay didn't no what had hit her but the next thing she knew a pair of Woodmon was holding her. In front of her was a towering tree with green leaves and dark red berries. The tree stood alone in the midst of a new clearing where all the other trees had been recently torn free and tossed aside.

Fay heard struggling and twisted around, the old man was held down by five Woodmon, his sword stuck in the ground nearby. Fay hoped the rookies had gotten away but that hope faded as more Woodmon carried their limp forms forward and dropped them in front of the cherry tree and then Brent beside them.

There was a rustling and Fay looked up at the tree, expecting the leader of the Woodmon or some great horrible creature. What she saw instead was a pair of large dark eyes blinking down at her, the tree was a Cherrymon.

A large arm reached out and picked up Renamon, bringing her closer to a large mouth full of jagged rotten teeth. "Dragon Wheel!" a long serpentine blast of blue flames with a head of a dragon crashed into Cherrymon's arm. Renamon fell only to land on her mothers back.

Jean kicked out at the Woodmon rushing her, send them flying into other Woodmon before she leapt out of sight behind one of the Woodmon that where still holding her. "Exx-Vee Laser!" the blast of power sent Fay tumbling across the ground as the Woodmon that had been holding her practically Exploded into digi-code.

Fay found her feet and jumped towards the man who was still held by Woodmon. She slid to a stop beside the sword and pulled it free of the ground before charging again, the sword nearly twice as tall as her leading the charge.

The sword sank easily into the back of the first Woodmon. It snarled as it twisted around, sending Fay spinning around as she griped the sword hilt. The man saw her and the sword and snatched Fay by the back of the neck with his now free hand. Fay screeched as the man pulled on her, also pulling the sword free as the Woodmon collapsed.

With a motion she couldn't see Fay was suddenly on the man's shoulder and he was holding the sword. With three slices the Woodmon stumbled away missing limbs, and the man charged into the fray around Vincent.

Fay leapt off the man's shoulder and attacked the closest Woodmon, using more strength than she knew she had her claws tore through bark and wooden flesh. She lost track of the battle from there, remembering only a blur of flashing digi-code and sprays of green blood.

Almost as if blinking she was suddenly standing beside a very battered Vincent and gasping for air. All around her she couldn't see any Woodmon, only the occasional spatter of green blood. She looked around and saw Jean standing beside the rookies, including Palmon and Veemon. Palmon was untying a still unconscious Brent while Veemon was helping Biomon stand.

Fay took a step towards them when there was an awful groaning roar. The Cherrymon had finally beat the fire from its branches and now glared at them all with hatred and trembling rage. It gave another roar like trees bending before the fury of a tornado and stretched its charred and bare limbs into the air.

Clumps of leaves sprung from the blackened branches and cherries sprouted instantly. "Pit Pelter!" Fay leapt backwards, tying to avoid the hundreds of small projectiles as they flew outward from the enraged ultimate. She found herself slumped against a tree trunk on the edge of the clearing and bruises already forming all over her body.

"What hit me this time?" she looked over and saw Brent lying on the ground nearby, looking worse than ever but awake. She managed to pull herself up to her feet; only to slump down again as her energy was gone and the adrenalin had finally worn off.

"Infernal Charge!" Fay looked up and saw something she couldn't believe. The man was standing on Jean's back with his sword held out before him as they ran towards the enraged Cherrymon. Flames rose up around Jean from her many tails and paws, surrounding the man without harming him and spiraling around the wooden sword.

The sword burst into flames and the man screamed the attack again as his sword became a white-hot brand of flame that pierced into the heart of the wild digimon. With a towering explosion of light the Cherrymon exploded into digi-code as Jean leapt away and the man whipped out a strange pendant that the digi-code flowed into.

As the last of the digimon's code and darkened form disappeared the man fell from Jean's back while Jean managed a few steps before collapsing. Fay hoped they where ok but couldn't move to check. She blinked at the glow burnt into her eyes by the light a few moments ago before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Narration ---

My first day on the road and I spend most of it unconscious while a grand battle rages around me. Not to mention I awoke with a killer migraine. No I'm done telling the story for today, you will just have to go entertain yourself for a while.

I just know I'm going to get a lot of questions about this chapter so bring them on.

Oh and I'm thinking of changing Jean's name. Jean just doesn't fit a Kyubimon that well.

Later