Disclaimer:I don't own Digimon,but i do own Kyoko-my original character.

Contains bad language,drug reference,violence,suicide,some sex, tiny bit of yaoi,and a hallucinating Daisuke.Rated R.If you'll get offended by something then piss off.Im not forcing you to read it!I have the first amendment to back me up! THIS STORY IS THE PRODUCT OF MY CREATIVE YET DISTURBING IMAGINATIONchildren:be gone

Summary- It's 00659,and by now everyone has either converted,or normalized. However, Daisuke happens to be the only human left who continues his strange habits-that force him to make a decision. As Ken tries to develop a virus that will force the scenesters to take over the norm,Davis is stuck between death,or...well,death

Lethal Adrenaline by:M-chan

Prologue:Dear Diary

They call me Doser.

Since this is my first entry,i guess i should tell you what is going on.

Well,you know,just in case those bastards at school make me convert one day,maybe someone will find you..and say,"Gee,that Daisuke kid really wasn't crazy." but,who knows?Oh i forgot to introduce myself..My names Daisuke. Daisuke Motomiya-Davis for short. I guess this is where i write about how great life is,right?

Well,its anything but great.

It's kind of confusing..because well,right now there's two worlds. The Norm and The scene,to be exact. A while back,me and a team of other "normal kids" Found out we were digidestined. To make a long story short we wasted our teenage years trying to save our world,and the digiworld from destruction. We all had digital partners,called digimon-but all of that has changed. When the leaders of our world found out about this,all hell broke loose.

Now,The norm is the real world everyone lived in back in the old days,when cars were still a means for transportation. There's the digiworld-now called the "scene"..Its more like a spiritual/computer world. A place where vampires and Kitsunes replaced digimon..hollow evil people we once called friends,with different levels of play..Its interesting,i guess, even more scary. Back to my nickname..."doser" kids at school call me that,you know. To be able to switch between the norm & the scene,you must take a daily pill called "the Dose".

Lots of people used to do it,because the norm is really boring..but it seemed like one day,everyone just stopped.Saying that scientist found some studies or something like that..well i never heard of any studies,and all the people i used to know,who have discontinued their dose..act like they don't even know i exist anymore,so i keep taking mine. Besides,i like to be able to talk to the cool identities in the scene..but the normie kids don't understand.

Thus, i am Doser.

Now the people who live in the scene,are called Scenesters. When a person converts,their physical body stays in the norm,hollow,until a deleted(killed)scenester occupies it. Technicly,only their conscious mind lives in the scene,using an empty body,becoming an identity. The scene is so realistic though,it feels like you're really there,but your soul is vulnerable..That's what my parents tell me,but what the hell is that supposed to mean?Aliens are capable of eating your soul?Yeah,Right. Sometimes i wonder if people in the norm even think about what they are saying...bah. Who am i kidding?No matter how much they call me doser,i'm a normie myself.. life this simple is how I'll end my days. Who needs the scene,anyway?

"It's tragic really..I honestly think the boy doesn't deserve it."

The mysterious girl sighed,the dim red light of the room clocking her obvious anxiety.

"Deserves what?" Said another,lower voice.

Silence.

"Come on Taichi,don't play games with me," She snapped. He kept his calm,nonchalant attitude. "Thats why you can't control this mission..you're just like the little normies yourself!Letting feelings get in the way?...you don't even know this kid.." The message he put across the table,was clearly stated. Yet the girl wouldn't give in so easily. "Yeah,but i feel-" "there we go again!Look Ky,its not about how you feel...think of how the lives of millions of people will feel when they die because of some selfish--hey where are you going?" Footsteps leading away from the conversation set the tone of stubbornness."Unlike some people,i think everyone's mind deserves privacy. Even the little doser..And out of all people..You're his friend!from now on,we don't know each other,or Ken. Got it?"

"Just as i thought...if you want something done,you gotta do it yourself."