Note: I do not own copyrights to Digimon, its franchise, or its characters. All characters and other information mentioned in the following story are the property of Bandai and/or were created by NebuNeferu. The only Characters that I own rights to are the Amalgamators/Main Characters as well as their merged digimon forms.
"Another day of school," said Marcus as he prepared to get out of bed. "Marcus hurry up or you'll be late." "I'm coming mom," yelled Marcus as he lazily rolled out of bed. 'At least I only have a year and half left,' he thought to himself as he began to brush his teeth. "Breakfast is ready!" "O.K. I'm coming!" He quickly threw some clothes on and ran down the stairs. "Don't forget to give Mr. Tauken your project, I can't have you failing before the big soccer game," Marcus's dad warned. "Alright dad." "And don't forget you got that big test coming up. You can't fail that test." "I know mom." He shoved a piece of toast down his throat and ran out the door. "Don't get into any trouble!," yelled his dad. "Don't worry I won't!"
'Man they're always ragging on me about something,' he thought to himself as he was walking, 'Why does dad hound me about soccer all the time? He takes the fun out of the game.' When he approached the bus stop he noticed a peculiar cat sitting on a ledge across from him. 'Is that cat staring at me?' BAM!
"What was that!?" yelled Marcus as he saw a ball rolling away. The cat sat up at this sudden outburst and started to look around as if it were looking for something. "Pay closer attention man. See you could have died right there," said a new voice. "Yeah, only from your idiocy," replied Marcus, "Besides that's the only way you'll ever beat me. Can't take me on in real fight or a real game." "Whatever, you only wish you had as much skill as me. I got mad skills."
Marcus had ignored this last comment, he suddenly remembered the odd cat on the other side of the street and was staring straight at it. "Man what you lookin at? Hey I'm talkin to you." "That cat over there hasn't taken its eyes off me since I got here." "Man you goin crazy. A cat starin at you? Right whatever." Just then the bus pulled up. "And I'm suppose to be the idiot. A cat," he said as he boarded the bus.
As Marcus sat down he looked out the window towards the cat only to see that it was gone. 'Strange, it was just there a second ago,' he thought to himself. "Did you finish the project?" came a female's voice. "What project, Oh yeah, I finished it," recovered Marcus. He was still thinking of the odd cat. "Are you okay?" asked the female. "Yeah, I'm fine Clarissa." "You don't seem fine," she replied. "I'm just distracted right now, that's all." "Oh, you're nervous about tonight's soccer game. I am too, it's the biggest game of the season." "That's right the dance squad is up for State too." "Yeah, if you win you go to State and if we perform perfectly we go to State with you." "Don't remind me. My dad's been raggin on me all week about the game. He keeps giving me pointers on how to improve my game." "Come on, we can't have our star player bummin down on us now can we." "Yeah, your right. Let's just get through the school day first though, Okay." "Okay."
"3 minutes left to go in the game. The Falcons need one goal to make it to State. There's the pass, Marcus is there to receive it. He turns for the shot and OHHH! He's knocked to the ground. Come on ref that's definitely a foul. Wait, Number 11 has the ball, he passes it to 7. And back to 11. It's a give and go! He crosses it up the field. But wait Cameron intercepts. It's a heave back up the field! Jarrett is there for the retrieval. A minute left in the game. Jarrett passes it to Lara. Lara crosses it! Brady is there for the shot. DEFLECTED! Number 6 six moves it up to midfield, but wait Marcus megs him and takes the ball. He passes to Matt Szurek. Szurek moves it up along the left. He jukes number 11. Here's the cross! Marcus is there for the goal. He heads it and ITS IN! With 5 seconds left on the clock the Falcons win the play offs. They're going to state to face off against the Neckridge Jackals!"
"Great game everyone. Let's give it up to our man of the match. Marcus," said the coach, "Now, Marcus. We need you to pass that test tomorrow. If you don't we go to State without you and I doubt we'll stand a chance." "Don't worry Coach, I wont let you down." "That's our man."
"Hey, awesome game out there Marcus," said Matt as they were walking back to the bench. "Nah, I couldn't have made that last goal if you didn't give me that cross Matt." "Still you made 4 out of the 5 goals tonight." "Yeah, but all of them were with the assists of other team mates, and not to mention that volley I made off of your awesome throw in. That was from the sideline all the way to the back post. Those kendo classes must be payin off." "Oh, Nah it wasn't anything special." "Look at these two. Humble to the very end," said the voice who had hit Marcus earlier, "Can't take credit for nuthin."
Marcus was no longer paying attention. "Hey what's up Marcus?" asked Matt. "It's that same cat from this morning. It's sittin right on top of my bag." "Man, you're still trippin bout that dumb cat. Ain't nuthin special bout it," said the annoying voice. Marcus whispered to Matt, "I swear it's been following me all day." At the outburst from the annoying kid the cat looked up and shot off into the darkness.
"See nothin special bout it," said the annoying voice as he walked off the field, "Just a stupid dumb cat." "Yeah, you're sounding crazy Marcus," said Matt, "A cat following you around all day." "Matt, that cat was waiting for me at the bus stop, and I swear I saw it out the window during Mr. Tauken's class first period, and now it's here at the game. That's 3 sights in a day, and five miles away from the bus stop. You got to admit that's kind of weird," replied Marcus. "Yeah, I guess, but it still sounds kind of fishy," answered Matt. "I know, I wouldn't even believe it if it weren't happening to me."
As Marcus and Matt approached the bench, Marcus noticed something on his bag, "What's that?" he asked. "What's what?" replied Matt. "This," said Marcus as he picked up a card from his bag. The card said, We were very impressed with your performance. Call us. 469-877-2583. "What's this all about," questioned Marcus. "I don't know. Maybe it was a scout." answered Matt. "But I'm only a junior, Scouts shouldn't be coming after me now, should they?' he asked. "You never know." replied Matt. Then came a new voice calling, "Hey Matt hurry up. We need to get you home so you can get a good night's sleep." "Alright dad," answered Matt. "That's right you got your kendo tournament tomorrow. I guess I better let you go." "Yeah, I guess I better go," replied Matt. "Good Luck!" yelled Marcus as they split off the field.
"Good game Marcus, but you need to work on your follow-throughs." came the voice of his father. "Leave him alone, he did great," opposed his little sister. "Thanks Celest," said Marcus. "Come on let's get you home," barked his dad. "If you don't mind, I'd like to walk home," said Marcus. "Of course you can," interjected his mom before his dad could say anything, "Just make sure you have your cell phone, okay." "Yeah I got it mom." "Then we'll see you at home." "Bye" "Bye Marcus," yelled Celest as she and her parents left.
'God, why does he always have to rag on me, I played my best game of the season and it still wasn't good enough for him.' thought Marcus as he was walking home. 'Should I have told him that a Scout was there and he wants me to call him? Maybe I should call him now that I'm away from dad so I don't have to listen to him arguing with the Scout.' thought Marcus as he flipped the card over in his hands. 'Yeah, I'll do it.' Marcus pulled out his cell phone and started to dial the number. "4-6-9," said Marcus, as he was dialing, "8-7-7-2-5-8-3." All of a sudden his cell phone started acting up. A bunch of random numbers flashed across the screen, then the word "Activating" flashed and froze on the screen. "What the hell," said Marcus, "You can never count on technology to work when you need it."
All of a sudden a bright white light blinded him and he felt the ground shake as if a meteor hit the ground. He looked up and the entire street was blacked out. "What is going on here!?" screamed Marcus. He looked around the street for any sign of normality and saw nothing, but then he spotted it. 'It's that cat that's been following me around.' he thought. "Come here kitty," he called, but the cat took off into an alley. "Oh, no you don't," said Marcus as he chased after the cat.
It lead him down the alley towards a dead end. 'Hah,' thought Marcus, 'now I've got you,' but when he approached he saw a shining white light in the center of what seemed to be a crater. 'Did a meteor really hit the earth?' thought Marcus, 'Nah, there would have been some type of warning on the news,' but he still approached and as he entered the clearing he saw what seemed to be a large egg in the middle and behind it that strange cat. "There you are," said Marcus, "Come here." But the cat ran off and disappeared. "Oh forget you!" said Marcus, "Now what is this. It looks like an oversized egg, but it couldn't be, could it?" he asked. "Well, might as well pick it up, it ought to make a good omelet." But as he grabbed it, it started to glow and he was blinded once again, he couldn't see anything and then he felt an odd squirming inside the egg. "There's something alive in this!" he yelled, and as he yelled this he heard some faint cracking. "It's getting ready to hatch!" he screamed in surprise.