Repeat: Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I do not own Behemoth. I do not own anything. So no suing.

Here we are at chapter 2! throws confetti I really wasn't sure I'd ever write this, writing's real spur of the moment with me. But here it is.

Here's how we're gonna do this. The beginning of each chapter will have a little blurb of Behemoth's thoughts on the main focus of the last chapter, just to keep things sorta in order. Okay? Okay.

It feels good to move. Just to feel the earth beneath you, the air flowing around you. To know you can go anywhere and do anything. This is especially true when you're moving at 150 mph.

It'd been hours since I'd taken my first rider, at least, I think it was hours... Anyway, night had fallen. More plummeted from an unspecified height to have a fatal impact with the ground, but still. (Yes, I did just quote Master.) So, I'd been toying around, jumping things, doing wheelies, freaking when I almost fell over from doing the jumps and wheelies; generally acting like the twins on a sugerhigh in summer. And then I noticed that the cooler darkness had drawn out other creatures, creatures that had come to watch my antics and mutter amongst themselves. Of course I decided to take a listen, I'd never heard anything but me and the wind. I moved in closer and froze, silent so my now-sharper hearing could pick up their voices.

"What is Dinohumon doing?"

"He's lost it."

"What is that thing?" That was something I stored away to consider later; Note to Self: Find out what I am.

I listened to them go on like this a while longer, until I got bored. (Never had much of an attention span really...) Then I decided to say hello and introduce myself as a 'Whatever-I-am'. I popped a wheelie, spun the front tire, and let loose a roar, which roughly translates into "Greetings, nice to meet you, fancy a race?". Thought it was quite clear myself, but I guess I was wrong. With squeaks they huddled together in a mass of data, whimpering as I drove over to get a better look. My headlights engulfed the group in a red glow causing the largest to take charge. He dove between me and the rest, drawing what I , at the time, thought of as simply a stick.

"Stop!!"

Now, in my curiosity I had taken no notice of my speed, but I sure did now. My brakes screamed a curse as my front ground to a halt, the rest of me swinging around in a 270 with my back tire just missing the smaller being. Have to admit, he was at least mildly intelligent. He knew enough to glare at me and not my rider, whom the others were focused on. But his next move was stupider than The Annoying One. Apparently, he'd decided that he could rescue Dinohumon because that idiot charged me.

I wish I could say that my first kill was hard earned, that the battle was fierce, that we struggled till dawn. But I can't. At least, not honestly. He attacked, I whipped around and got him in the head, he was data before he finished his over-dramatic battlecry. The others were at least considerate enough to stand there and watch his data fade for a moment before scattering to the winds like Numemon at the word 'bath'.

Actually, I was hardly paying attention to the, I was caught up in my own head (I think...). Somewhere, in the back of my mind (engine?), the fading dots were beautiful, and the kill had been thrilling. In the back of my mind

I'd loved it.

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