9:28 P.M- Detroit, Michigan
As night fell across the city a young woman with hair as dark as the night itself rushed to get home. As she ran down an alleyway a tall, thin man stepped out in front of her.
"Why hello there my pretty. How are you this fine evening?"
"I don't know you. Please don't talk to me."
"Well that's just rude. All I wanted was to greet a lovely young lady." He started to approach her and she could see in his left hand he held a steel baseball bat. "My what lovely blue eyes."
"Please back off. I need to get home."
"There will be plenty of time for that once we've had a little fun." He was now standing directly in front of her with his face inches from hers. "I can tell you want to have a little fun."
A smile curled across her face.
"Fun you say? Well in that case." She crept a little closer and pushed him lightly to the wall. "I'm always up for a little fun. So long as you can handle me that is?"
"I knew you'd see it my way." The man laughed quietly. He dropped his bat and pressed his back to the wall then began to undo his pants."I'm quite sure I can handle all your needs."
"Good." As he finally undid his belt the cold steel of his bat lashed across the side of his head.
"Damn. What was th-" He looked up from where he fell and saw her pointing the bat at him.
"Still up for that fun? I'm only just getting started." The man scrambled back cursing under his breath.
"Oh don't tell me you finished already? That was too quick." She brought the bat down across his left kneecap and could hear an audible snap. She dropped the bat and began to walk back towards her apartment.
"Later loverboy." She called behind her as the man writhed in pain in the alleyway.
10:17 P.M- Clearview apartment 2b
The screen door slammed shut in the wind as the girl entered her apartment. She sighed and went straight to her bedroom to get ready for a shower. She was dressed in her usual clothes which consisted of a light gray tanktop and dark grey jeans. She was still wearing her combat boots and messenger bag. As she entered her room she noticed a small box laying on her bed labeled "Brook", she then remembered it had come in the mail today.
Inside the box was her new D-3 digivice. She couldn't wait to check it out, she had always loved Digimon and everything related to it. Of course she didn't let anyone else know about that, it would destroy her image. She harbored another secret though, and this secret is the reason she needed to hurry and shower. It would begin in thirteen minutes and she wanted to be cleaned up when it did. She opened the box to check out the jetblack digivice.
"Soon. Very soon I'll meet you in person."
She hurried and put the digivice onto her belt so she would be ready at the exact moment the clock struck 10:30. She gathered her sketch pad and pencils into her messenger bag and brought them into the bathroom. Finally the night had come that would change her world for the better. She was about to lead a life not many seventeen year olds have or ever will.
She quickly showered in five minutes then put the same clothes back on and grabbed a large trench coat the same color as her jeans. She ran to the kitchen and checked the clock. 10: 28 she still had two minutes so she grabbed some cold pizza out of her fridge and had just taken a bite when suddenly a light from her waist illuminated the room as a voice sounded in her head.
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Your time has come. We shall end this where it begins. There can be no resistance.
The light turns a deep shade of purple and nothing else is visible. Brook can feel the world around her fall apart. Something has gone wrong.