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Digital Life

Part 2

His eyes were wide with surprise.
There he was, a man that looked familiar, he wore a golden bandanna, black robes and trousers.
The man's face was neutral, as far as he could see but it was difficult.
He had seen this person somewhere...he wasn't sure why he was so frightened.
Tyson's body frozen, watching, like lightning striking...he remembered...the first match, that player character...that bandanna...

There's no way it could be.
Could it?

Tyson blinked his eyes twice and the person vanished again.
He looked around to make sure it wasn't trying any sneak attacks.
A little freaked out by the event he turned home deciding to skip on playing tonight to think things through.
The facts were if he wasn't crazy he was being stalked by a game character which he knew was totally impossible to happen but he was unable to sleep and called Kenny despite it being two in the morning.
"G...good morning?" Kenny responded tired.
"Kenny, I gotta talk to you," he said.
"Tyson? You know how early it is?"
"I do but...a character from that game I've been playing...I saw it...that's impossible...right?"

The line fell dead for a moment before Kenny responded.
He looked annoyed Tyson would call him about something so stupid.
"Tyson...there's no way in our current time a game character can stalk you...go to sleep," he said.
"I'm sorry Kenny," he heard Tyson say.
"Night." A moment later and the phone call ended.
Kenny put the phone down and yawned before turning back to his laptop going back to work.

Over the next three days Tyson was on constant alert, expecting the character to appear at any moment.
He knew he was going crazy, he had to keep his wired and real lives separate.
Had he been playing too much that those lines blurred?
Tyson decided no and he was just exhausted from playing too much.

At night, Tyson found it difficult to sleep, expecting to see the character at any time.
He kept Dragoon nearby, loaded on his launcher in case he had to defend himself, he wasn't afraid of using Dragoon as a weapon if he had to.
When he fell asleep he dreamed he was being chased by the character with the golden bandanna.
Whatever he did, he couldn't escape, running through side streets and down alleys trying to escape the character who was behind him at every step.

He woke up, he wasn't sure what time it was but it was still pretty dark and he looked around the room, clasping Dragoon ready to launch and defend himself.

The character appeared in the corner of the room and he blinked twice before it once again vanished.
Tyson fell back onto his pillows breathing heavily.
He had no idea what was going on, he was loosing his mind.
It took him a good half an hour before he finally dozed off again.

"Something is following me," he said to Max.
"What?" he replied.
"I swear it...this guy...looks like a character from Shinobi Fighter 3 that I killed...he's following me."

Max looked at Tyson as though he was an idiot but noticed his friend looked exhausted and his eyes, they weren't his own, they were his but showed the stress he was under.
"You look like crap," he said.
"I feel like crap," Tyson replied instantly yawning.
The bell went off signalling the first classes.
"Lets go," Max said and Tyson nodded.

In the classroom Kenny was already there and waiting, he instantly picked up on the stress.
"Tyson!" he said surprised at his almost Zombie like appearance.
"He says a character he killed in a game is stalking him."
"I told you last night...it's in your head, what you're describing is impossible."
Tyson and Max took their seats and Hilary looked over her shoulder instantly thinking he was faking to get out of school but she'd block him at every chance.

Later that night he was in bed and pulled up the sheets, he kept Dragoon next to him and slowly fell asleep.
He looked around at a burning town, there were bodies all around him.
Tyson looked at his arms and down his body and noticed he was wearing the same clothing as his character, a red robe with a katana on his right side and Sabo shoes.
"What?" he asked and looked around and unsheathed the sword.
Slowly Tyson started walking through the ruined town and finally the Swordsman appeared, Tyson was expecting this.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tyson shouted as the Swordsman approached running.
Tyson decided to fall back on his Kendo, readying his sword.
"Fine, I'll show you once more you're no match."
The Swordsman appeared to be a good twenty feet away before vanishing and appearing only a couple of feet away.
He sliced his sword at Tyson who had no time to react.

Tyson cried out feeling the pain in his right arm as the Swordsman pulled it out and stepped past him.
"AH!"
He turned around to respond but the Swordsman wasn't there, he looked around attempting to find the Swordsman.

"FIGHT LIKE A MAN, WHERE ARE YOU?" Tyson shouted.
Something caught his eye as the Swordsman appeared on top of a collapsed and burnt wreck.
The Swordsman threw his sword at Tyson who jumped out of the way, and the other followed Tyson by leaping off and collecting the sword before charging again at Tyson, swiping at him.
This time the Swordsman's blade caught into his left hip making Tyson scream in pain again before the Swordsman faded away again.

Tyson wasn't sure how much time had passed as he tried to find the enemy.
He was in pain, blood coming from both of his wounds.
A noise caught his attention and he turned around to see the Swordsman lunging at him from behind.
He attempted to dodge the sword and block it, Tyson swiped out himself but the pain in his right arm made it difficult.
Tyson successfully blocked four blows before lunging out cutting at the Swordsman's right side.
"Ah!" he heard it say before it lunged out again and Tyson responded fighting back before the Swordsman vanished off his right side.

Tyson started looking around for about ten minutes before he screamed in pain feeling incredible pain before the blade of a sword appeared out of his chest.
A hand slapped over his mouth.
His eyes wide in fear and the blood came out around it.
The sword vanished and he felt a quick pain at the right side of his neck before waking up.

"AH!" he gasped.
His body was clammy with sweat, he panted hard.
At the moment there was only one thing he had to do...get rid of the game.
Tyson got out of bed and left his room still barefoot, heading towards the Dojo and slid open the door.
He turned on the light and set his eyes on the console, the game box and walked over to it.
Slowly he picked up the box and opened it looking at the disk.
Tyson picked out the disk and dropped the box, taking the disk in both hands he took it outside and threw it over the wall.

Tyson slowly returned to his bed and tried to get back to sleep.

He didn't dream about the Swordsman for the rest of the night.

The dream had been so real and so frightening to him, hopefully now he had gotten rid of the game, there would be no more appearances by whatever it was.
He woke up the next morning and slowly got out of bed stretching out, Tyson's mood was high.
Standing up he stretched and looked down to grab his usual clothes and something familiar met his eye.
It was the disk.
"What? No, that's impossible!"
Tyson kicked the disk under his bed and dressed to leave for school.
Again, it was now Friday and again he was pretty late, stopping by the bakery for a quick snack on the way.

"I'm telling you...I dreamed I was killed by this guy...I woke up and threw the disk over the wall but when I woke up...it was on my clothes...something put the disk in my room!"
"Can I have the game since you wont want it?" Max asked totally unphased.
"That game is evil, I swear it's haunted!"
They were talking at lunch on the roof.
"Now you've stopped playing things will be fine, you just need to calm down and focus on Beyblading...Ray should be here in a month and we're supposed to start training," Kenny said.
"Yeah...Beyblading, that'll clear my head."

During the lessons, Tyson couldn't concentrate and Hilary successfully talked the class into voting to give him detention.
He had to clean the classroom and once that was done he was free to leave.
As he walked he got the sensation he was being watched.
Tyson turned around to see the character directly in front of him.

Author Notes

Beywriter- This story has quite a bit of time skips, not much reason to reference what happens out of the story line.

Story-Beywriter
Editor-Lirin Sama