Chapter Three

John woke up to the silence. He rubbed his eyes so his vision could return to him. The last thing he remembered was being in a room filled with water and then there was a blinding orange light. He looked all around him. He was in some sort of stone structure that looked like it hadn't been well kept. He stood to his feet, dusting himself off. That was when he realized he wasn't wet from the water. There was no sign that he was submerged at all. He smelled his arms and shirt. There was no smell of mildew or body odor. There was only the smell of his body wash that lingered on from his shower that morning. His mind was racing through all the possible scenarios that could have happened to him. Nothing was making sense. He was in some sort of wacked out dimension in that classroom. Now he's inside an old stone building in the middle of who-knows-where. Then he realized there was no sunlight coming in through the windows. It was nighttime. He walked to the window closest to him. There was no glass in the frame. It appeared that there was no place for the glass to be anyway. What kind of building was this? John looked up at the sky. He didn't notice any of the stars patterns that were in the sky.

"That's a little weird," he said to himself, "Heck all of this is a very weird."

John walked away from the window to look for the door. He didn't find a door way to the outside, but one to a corridor. He stepped out into that corridor. He saw it extend into darkness in one direction. He looked behind him and it was the same story a dark corridor as far as he could see. This didn't look sketchy at all. He didn't want to walk down some strange hallway in pitch black and he sure didn't want to stay in the room he was in. He didn't which way to go. So he just thought he would go the first place he looked.

Before he was able to take his first step, a beeping sound caught his attention. It was going from directly below him. John looked down to see a faint light underneath the dirt. He bent over, wiped away the dirt and revealed some sort of electronic device. It was light blue with a grey screen in the center. On the top left corner, there was a type of black antenna on it. To the left of the screen there was one blue circle button and to the right of the screen there were two oval blue buttons. The blue of the buttons was noticeably darker than the rest of the device. John picked it up. Wiping away the rest of the dirt off of it he asked, "What is this?"

From behind him, he heard a voice answer him, "It's a digivice."

John froze. His body tense as his pulse elevated. For what felt like an eternity, John mustered the courage to turn around. He was expecting to see some sort of serial killer to pop out and kill him. There was nothing there. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or terrified. What talked to him and where was he? Which way should he go? As that question shot through his mind, the "digivice" as the voice called it started to glow. The brightness soon became too much for John to handle. He pointed the things down the corridor and the small thing lit the whole corridor up. John felt relief for the first time since waking up. He shook the voice off as his own imagination and walked down the newly lit corridor. He walked for several hundred yards before he saw the dim light from the moon coming in through some sort of doorway. He approached the light. To his great relief there was a doorway to the outside. He stepped out into the night. Taking a deep breath in, he looked up at the sky. His eyes widened when he saw that this place he was at had not one but three full moons.

"Well it appears I'm not in Kansas anymore," John said to himself, referencing one of the most well-known movie lines of all time.

"What's Kansas?" asked the same voice that he heard in the corridor. Once again it came from behind him. This time John knew the voice was real and he had no choice. He quickly turned around to see the person talking to him. To his surprise, there was no one there. The voice came back, "Down here."

John looked down and screamed. He backed up, tripped over an exposed root and fell onto the ground. The thing that was speaking to him wasn't human. It was about four feet tall, blue all over except for its area around the mouth, down to the neck and continuing down its stomach. The creature was upright with hands like a human. It had big red eyes with big pupils. There was a yellow v-shape between the eyes and two horns on the back of its head. There was a tiny third horn right above its nose. Without even thinking, John asked, "What are you?"

"I'm a Digimon. My name is Veemon. You must be John," it answered.

"Yeah that's me. I'm John. How did you know my name?"

"I've always known your name. You are my human partner."

"Human partner?" asked John.

"Yes, there is so much I must tell you, but first we need to find the others."

"Others?" asked John.

"Yes," Veemon replied, "The others that came with you and their Digimon."

"Oh that," John said. It was strange. This little talking monster thing freaked him out yet at the same time John couldn't help but trust this Veemon. He figured that if Veemon wanted to hurt him, it would have done it already. He continued, "Fine. Let's go find the others."

"Yes! I'll lead the way," Veemon said happily.

"Go ahead. You know where you're going," John replied. He hoped that he could trust this little guy. He really didn't have a choice however. He had to follow along.