Agumon opened his eyes but all that came to him was darkness. He had no idea where he was, but he knew he wasn't alone.
"Help!" He called out desperately into the blackness. "Taichi!"
His voice echoed off the cold, stone walls. "Taichi..."
"A-Agumon?" A familiar asked from elsewhere in the darkness.
"Who is that?" The little orange digimon stood up and looked around, squinting his eyes to see as far as he could.
"It's Agumon!"
"Agumon?"
"No! They've gotten him too!"
The digimon took a step towards the voiced and again asked, "Who is that? Who are all of you?"
In response, seven digimon stepped out of the shadows. Agumon's eyes widened in horror and he felt his heart begin to beat faster than ever. In front of him were all his friends- Gabumon, Biyomon, Tentomon, Palmon, Patamon, Gomamon, and Gatomon.
"We're all here." Gatomon stated, lifting a paw to point at the other monsters.
"But... but why?" Agumon stammered as he looked at his friends' conditions. They looked worn out and tired, and as if they hadn't eaten in awhile. Dirt was smudged into their fur or feathers too, like they had been knocked around.
"We don't know," Biyomon responded, "But we all had the same experience. We were knocked out and taken here by some digimon and told we would be punished for what we've done."
"What we've done?" Agumon asked, "What does that mean?"
Biyomon was about to open her beak to respond once again, but she was cut off by a maniacal laugh coming from the opposite direction.
"Stupid fools!" It boomed.
Agumon ran towards to voice, sprinting as fast as he could. He felt warm fire begin to form in his mouth as he got closer to it until finally, he let out his pepper breath attack. However, it disintegrated before it went too far.
"W-what?" Agumon stuttered, stopping dead in his tracks. Why had his attack suddenly disappeared?
The voice erupted once again. "Pitiful. Do you really think you can use that weak attack against me, in my domain?"
"Who are you!" Agumon cried as he stood tall. His voice was strong. He knew it was how Taichi would sound.
The voice chuckled as the figure made himself known. He couldn't be seen that well. The room was almost entirely covered in darkness, and the figure seemed to be black itself. However, an outline could be made out, and the digimon looked large and cruel. "Who I am is not important." It said, stepping forward.
Agumon attempted to fire another pepper breath as the figure approached him, but once again it was useless.
"Pitiful." The creature repeated, the word echoing off the stone walls and stinging Agumon each time it went through his ears.
"What do you want with us?" Patamon asked, rising slightly off the ground in anger.
"With you?" The creature replied, smirking a bit. "I don't want much from you. I just want you out of the way for now."
"Oh yeah?" Agumon exclaimed, outraged. "And what do you think you're gonna do with us out of the way?"
The dark digimon laughed once again, this time for longer. Each of the smaller digimon stared at him in increasing anger, waiting for his answer. When it finally came though, their hearts sunk. "With you out of the way, there's no one to protect the Chosen Children. They must be punished for what they have done to the great digimon of this world."
"Great? They were the farthest thing from great!" Agumon shouted, really losing his cool. How dare someone think they could hurt Taichi.
"Quiet!" The figure yelled as he raised his hand in the air. From his palm, an invisible blast formed and knocked Agumon off his feet. He was sent flying back and landed just in front of the other digimon, nearly taking out Palmon. "Don't speak about the legendary digimon that way. Piedmon, Etemon, Devimon, all of them! They must be avenged. And after I painfully kill off all your human friends, you'll be next."
Agumon gritted his teeth. He needed to get to Taichi, but how could he? He didn't even know where he was.
Mimi glanced around the room at everything she had done. All the plants she had managed to somehow kill came back alive with a simple touch. Even the plants around her apartment that were beginning to wilt were brought back to life. They stood brighter and taller then they had before. They were almost dancing.
The girl walked over to her window and let out a large yawn, throwing her hands out to her sides. The sunlight that came through the window felt good on her skin. She had laid in bed all day, and it felt good to stretch as well.
"What a beautiful day!" The girl exclaimed as she stared up into the blue sky. "And I thought it was supposed to rain!"
After being scolded, Jyou rubbed a handful of paper towels across the floor. Once it was filled with water, he chucked it at the garbage can which was already filled to the brim with soaking balls of paper. He had only cleaned up about half the floor; puddles remained everywhere.
"This is going to take forever." Jyou mumbled to himself as he wiped his hand across his forehead. He pushed his glasses up on his nose as he bundled up another pile of towels and proceeded on to the next puddle. "I wish all this water would just go away."
Suddenly, just as Jyou put his hand near the water, it all began to evaporate. The boy fell off his knees and onto his backside in shock as he saw the steam rise into the air. The room became quite warm and wet, and Jyou didn't know what to think.
"W-what is going on!" He exclaimed, but quietly enough so no one would hear him. He watched in awe as the water rose and disappeared before his eyes. "This.. this is crazy!"
The boy wasn't sure whether to be happy he didn't have to clean any longer or completely worried that something was wrong with him. For a little while, Jyou just sat on the bathroom floor and stared at the spot where the largest puddle was. "I just evaporated water..."
Eventually, he rose and went over towards the door. With one final look behind him to make sure he didn't imagine the whole thing, he opened it and left. At least this would give him some more time to track down Yamato. After all, he didn't want to do all the work for the project by himself. Normally, Jyou wasn't one to ignore strange situations like this, but he supposed he could talk to Yamato about it as well. After all, Yamato had been acting strangely too when he saw him outside by the fountain.
A few blocks away, Yamato was busy running a bath. He sat on the floor and listened to the water run, constantly rubbing his arms and trying to warm himself up. He didn't understand what was happening. The boy had taken his temperature- he wasn't sick. In fact, during the day, he randomly felt better. However, it never lasted for long. On the walk home from school for example, he felt better momentarily, but once he split from Sora and Taichi the cold began to take over his body once again. Hopefully the bath would help.
The blonde stuck his hand under the running water and moved his fingers around. The warmth felt good against his skin. With his free hand, the boy took off his shirt, and only removed his other hand from the water to remove one of the sleeves. Yamato smiled to himself. He was sure he would be feeling better in no time.
He stood up and began to unzip his jeans. The water was nearly filled to the brim and he couldn't wait any longer to get in. Suddenly though, the boy heard his apartment door open.
"Hello?" He called out, turning to face the closed bathroom door. He listened closely for a response; his father wasn't supposed to be home until late. Who could it be? "Dad?"
There was nothing but silence. Yamato leaned down and shut off the water in order to hear more clearly. "Dad, are you home?" He called out once again.
Footsteps could be heard, but for some reason, Yamato began to get an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach. He heard the footsteps walk from room to room, as if someone was looking for something. Every now and then, the boy could see the bottoms of someones feet through the crack underneath the bathroom door. After a little while, they finally stopped and faced the room Yamato was in.
"...Dad?"
With a large smash, the door was blown open. Pieces of it flew everywhere, some hitting Yamato and leaving small cuts on his bare chest. The blonde let out a gasp of shock as he shielded his eyes from the flying pieces of wood.
"Chosen child!" He heard a voice boom. Only then did Yamato open his eyes. When he did, they flew wide open.
In front of him stood a tall man in a hat and trench coat. He was very wide and very tall. He took up almost the entire width of the skinny bathroom. As Yamato looked up at him, the large man stared back down with a creepy smile on his face.
"Who are you?" The blonde asked, still trying to recover from the shock.
"That's not important." The man grunted. "I'm not wasting any time with you. I won't make that mistake again."
Yamato searched his mind for a response, a question, anything, but there was nothing. He lacked words. The boy took a step back, but his heel hit the warm bathtub. The man was blocking the only exit- there was nowhere to go. In horror, Yamato watched as the man's trench coat disappeared off his body. It ripped apart as the man grew bigger and began to press against the walls of the bathroom. One of them gave way once his shoulders became too broad, creating a large, angled dent in the wall. Sharp pieces of wood stood out as parts of it crumbled down. The man himself became fierce. His body took on the appearance of giant boulders that connected to form the shape of a very large human. However, his face was the scariest part. His eyes glowed a deep red and his mouth showed sharp teeth. They were gaped apart as the monster flashed an evil grin.
As Yamato stared up at the creature, his blue eyes watering from how wide they were opened, he muttered to himself, "A digimon?"
The creature gave no answer, but Yamato assumed he was right as he watched the monster form a fireball in his hand. "Prepare for your final moments." He said quietly but viciously. He cackled as the fireball grew to full size and he pulled his shoulder back, preparing to throw it.
"No!" Yamato cried out. "Gabumon!"
The monster only laughed harder as he heard the human's pitiful cries for his digimon. Without waiting any longer, the monster fully pulled back his arm and fired the ball of heat like a baseball.
Yamato let out a fierce scream, preparing for the inevitable. However, as if it were instinct, Yamato held his hand out to the tub behind him. Quickly, the water rose and froze mid-air. The boy stared in complete awe as his hand seemed to be levitating the newly-formed ball of ice. It was crazy, it was insane, it was impossible! However, it was the boys only hope. With a giant grunt, the boy shoved his hand in the direction of the monster. As Yamato expected, the ice followed and collided with the fireball just in time, creating a decently-sized explosion.
The blonde cried out as he was sent flying backwards. His head hit the wall behind the bathtub and his body sunk into the water.
"Fool!" The monster cried out as he formed another fireball in his hand. He walked forward until he was right above the boy. With his free hand, he grabbed him by the throat and pulled him up out of the tub. Water droplets fell from the boys clothes onto the floor. Instantly, they evaporated. The monsters hand felt extremely hot around the boys neck. He struggled for air and to be free of the burning sensation as he was lifted off his feet. Desperately, he gripped the monster's large hand with both of his and tried to pry it away. However, it was useless. He couldn't even speak because of the pressure being applied.
"Now to finish you off quickly." The creature said sadistically as he moved the fireball closer and closer to the boy's face.
Yamato struggled more and more as he saw his death come closer and closer. With his legs, he kicked at the monsters body, but that did no good either. The boy was completely panicking. He had some crazy power, one that had seemed to take over his body, but he couldn't even use it!
Yamato squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth together. This couldn't be the end, it couldn't be. He didn't even know who the monster was or why it was attacking. However, the fireball was now close enough to singe the very top of his skin. His nose first felt the sensation, and then his cheeks. He was quickly running out of air, too. The boy wasn't sure which would bring an end to him sooner- the fire, or his lack of breath.
The monster grinned widely. He enjoyed watching his victims suffer. However, the enjoyment wouldn't last for much longer; his victim would soon be dead. However, just before the fireball completely engulfed the boy, the monster felt a large splash of water against his back. More water hit the fire, totally extinguishing it.
"What?" The monster exclaimed, spinning around to see who had attacked him. In the doorway of the bathroom stood a skinny boy with blue hair. "Damn you, chosen child!" The digimon shrieked as he figured out who it was. As he turned, he loosened his grip on Yamato and sent him flying back towards the tub.
The blonde coughed as he hit the floor, desperately filling his lungs with air. "J-Jyou!" He managed to say between gasps. "Perf-perfect... timing!"
However, Jyou had no time to listen to his friend's praise. The monster now had his eyes set on him, and the boy had no idea how he had just launched the water. He had simply held out his hand. "St-stand back!" he said, attempting to sound brave. However, his voice was incredibly shaky. The monster laughed, but he made no moves. He knew he didn't want to fight this battle. He was sure he could have eliminated the blonde boy, but two on one would be more difficult, especially when the other boy seemed to be able to control water. The creature knew his powers stood no chance.
The digimon turned back to the blonde boy and smirked. "I'll be seeing you again soon." And with that, he disappeared.
Both Jyou and Yamato remained in silence in the destroyed bathroom. Many of the walls around them were damaged, and there was water everywhere. Neither of them really knew what to say, but Jyou rushed over to his friends side and leaned down to meet him.
"Yamato! Are you alright?"
"Yeah," The blonde managed to say as he rubbed his neck. He knew it was bruised. "Who was that?"
"You're asking the wrong person." Jyou responded, staring at the boys neck. "Are you sure you're okay? You look pretty beat up."
"I'm sure." Yamato responded, attempting to sit up straighter. However, he grunted and fell back down once again. Perhaps he was more damaged than he thought. He didn't want to worry Jyou though, so he changed the topic. "So you can control water, huh?"
The older boy froze. "I mean, well, I... I really don't know."
"Something weird's happening," Yamato continued, "I'm not sure, but I think I can make ice. I should be freaking out right? I think I'm just glad this weird power saved my life.." The blonde looked his friend directly in the eyes. "Thanks... for coming. For saving me."
Jyou blushed. He wasn't used to being praised. He really only came to bother Yamato about their project, but once he heard screams from outside, he knew something was wrong. "You know," Jyou responded, "We should go find everyone else. I don't think it was coincidence that you and I have these weird powers."
Yamato thought to himself agreeing. "You're probably right. Give me a few minutes, and then we can go."
A few blocks away, a similar monster sat on top of an apartment building. He had seen four children go into one of the complexes below, but only one of them concerned him. He was waiting patiently for the child to emerge. Even if she remained invisible, she couldn't hide from him. He just hoped she would be alone so he could finish her off quickly.
-surflilu.