I present for your viewing pleasure the prologue and first chapter of a crazy fan fiction story I have been in the process of writing for two years. It sucks, and the current work i am doing is alot better, but hey I thought why not see what other people think. enjoy!
Leaves crunched gently under his feet as he moved slowly toward the smoke filtering through the thin, bare branched trees. He felt strange, like he knew something was in the middle of the smoking crater, something powerful, and it made his stomach flutter and his heart beat faster as he edged closer, waving his arms in front of his face in a vain effort to clear the smoke.
He passed between two trees and entered the tiny clearing, a wave of warmth washing over him as the sound of his foot steps changed from crunching leaves to cracking glass. Looking down, he saw the ground was charred and burnt, smoking from whatever impacted. The crater was about two metres across he guessed, just barely being able to see the other side through the thick smoke as he neared the closet edge. He knelt, his grey trainers digging into the charred ground and cracking the small pieces of glass that were once sand and dirt, waving the smoke away, he peered into the centre of the hole.
The smoke began to move away, slowly seeping into the air above him, revealing a small object lying in the ground. It seemed to be emitting a dull red glow, which was slowly pulsating. The same feeling washed over him, his stomach tightened and his heart began to pound in his chest, his breathing becoming faster and faster. He reached down, slowly inching his hand closer to it, expecting immense heat to radiate from it and burn his hand to a crisp. To his surprise, the only heat he could feel was ambient from the surrounding crater and as he slowly pressed his finger tips onto the object, all he could feel was a low rumbling.
The object felt rough as his hand began to move around it, tracing the bumps and curving lines across its surface. If felt like a rock, hard and slightly warm. The rumbling got more intense as his hand began to close around it, sending vibrations through his arm. There was a high pitched whine and he was thrown back by a wall of air slamming into his chest. His heart pounding, wincing from pain of his undoubtedly bruised ribs, he looked at the strange item.
It was slowly rising out of the crater, glowing a deep crimson, and was spinning on its axis. Cracks started to appear along its surface, criss-crossing it with dark lines. The light intensified for a second, dulled, and then the object exploded, sending dust and shards of stone flying in all directions.
The shrapnel sprayed over him, stinging his hands as the hard stone hit his skin. He stood and dusted himself down, surprised at how unafraid he was, pushing the sound of his pounding heart out of his head. He took a tentative step forward, sensing the raw power being given off by the object, which now looked like a small star, the dull red glow reminding him of the red giant suns he had seen in so many science fiction movies. He reached out, his finger tips mere inches from its surface and watched as streams of energy began to snake their way from the glowing ball of light.
The strands slithered smoothly along his finger tips, wrapping around them and slowly moved over his hand and down his wrist. Fear began to well up inside him, but he pushed it back down, convinced, somehow, that he was in no danger. The ball was getting smaller now, as it was teased out on to his hand, the thin lines of energy wrapping around his wrist and forming into a band about two inches wide. The ball disappeared as it slid silently to the top of his wrist and began to form into a rectangle, about five inches by three. The outer two inches of either side dropped down a couple of millimetres, forming a circle in the centre of the rectangle. Two lines slid across the centre of the circle, the area between them turning black, as the rest of it solidified. There was a flash of bright red and everything went quiet, as though all was right with the world. He stared at the item now strapped to his wrist, brushing his fingers over the smooth, warm surface with his free hand. Suddenly the words 'Digivice Active' appeared in the centre of the black band. He raised an eyebrow at strange name as it disappeared and was replaced.
'Commencing information upload' scrolled across what he guessed to be the screen and suddenly pain exploded in this head. Images flashed in front of his eyes, stills of massive, snarling creatures, warriors in coloured armour and epic battles. The pain intensified as he struggled to control his breathing, trying to work through it as the information flooded his mind. He felt his mind absorb what the Digivice was sending him, telling him how to us it and why it was now strapped to his wrist. Letting out a loud gasp of pain, he fell to his knees and as suddenly as it came, it was gone. He knelt on all fours, breathing heavily, staring at the Digivice. He Regained control of his racing heart, listening out for any sounds of movement from the surrounding woodland.
"Ok, let's see what you can do" He whispered.
There was a faint odour of bleach in the air as he made his way around the store, occasionally picking up items and scanning them casually. He was always paranoid that one of the security guards would pull him aside and accuse him of shoplifting, but they never did, he just preferred to be paranoid, thinking it gave him something to keep him honest.
Not that he needed much of that at the moment, the last few months had been a whirlwind and the media interest in his activities were only getting worse, he knew it wouldn't be long before some intrepid reporter started to track him, and that was most definitely, bad.
Finally finding the right aisle, he grabbed the small wok he needed and proceeded to the checkout. The store was surprisingly busy for this time in a morning, having only opened about twenty minutes ago, but it was a fairly busy part of town and it was just after the school run. He got in line, staring out of the window as he waited patiently for his turn. A large double decker bus pulled up at the stop just in front of the window, rumbling loudly as it waited for its passengers to board.
"Next please" the cashier said.
He shuffled up to the counter and placed his items down, fidgeting about in this pocket to get out his wallet as the young women started scanning the wok and a few other little pieces he had picked up, the till beeping loudly with each successful scan.
"Ten ninety seven please" she said, her long blond hair blowing in the breeze from a small fan next to her.
He pulled a ten pound note and a pound coin from his wallet and started to hand it over when his stomach tightened, his digivice beeping in his mind and glowing dully. He stopped and looked around, there was nothing unusual, nothing happening as far as he could tell and was confused by his digivice's reaction. He scanned outside the store again, just to be safe, and then he noticed her.
A young woman, with long light brown hair, slightly curled, sat with her back to him, turning her head and talking to someone he couldn't see. Not that it mattered; he knew exactly who she was talking to and he really didn't need the hassle.
"Sir?" the cashier asked politely, her perfect blue eyes staring up at him.
"Sorry, here you go" he handed her the cash, packed his things into the shoulder bag he had with him and nervously exited the store.
He stepped onto the pavement just as the young women looked round, she saw him, spun and as he looked through the dirty glass of the window, he saw a cow printed coat shift uneasily.
"Fantastic..." he thought sarcastically.
It had been nearly a year since he last saw AJ, and it looked as though nothing had changed, the women, called Jen, had seen him, told her and her body language was all he needed to see she still didn't want to know him. That upset him, when they fell out he was young and stupid, and perhaps over eager to rectify the situation but she couldn't even give him 2 minutes to explain himself and he had always felt the situation was left unresolved, all he wanted was to apologise now, but the feeling she hated him just kept growing.
His digivice beeped, but there was nothing on the screen apart from a faint pink glow. He looked again at AJ, staring through the grime covered window as their eyes locked on one another. There was something different about her this time though, almost like her outline was glowing a dull pink, the same colour as his digivice screen. He gave her a confused look, and then started noticing the glow getting brighter, her entire body starting to radiate an aura of pink light. There was a loud beep, and he looked his wrist. The screen was shining brightly, illuminating his face as he tilted to see AJ again. The light flashed, and a small ball of pink light rose slowly out of the screen, stopping in front of his face. It glowed brightly then shot off, zooming into the bus and stopping in front of AJ. She eyed it cautiously her legs tucked up on her seat as she reached out with a thin finger and gently touched the glowing ball of light. It began to tease itself out, stretching slowly over her extended finger, snaking its way down her hand and started to converge on her wrist.
AJ was mesmerised, unable to do anything but watch as the pink ball of light disappeared, reforming itself into the strange device that now adorned her wrist. She looked at it, staring at the smooth screen and pink outer casing as she ran her fingers over its slightly warm surface. It beeped, and something scrolled across the screen, she didn't have time to read it however, as her head exploded in pain, images of terrible, vicious monsters ran through her mind, of warriors in coloured armour and of intense battles. The images began to slow, fading to a sort of static, as though the television signal was cut off. Something dark shot in front of her eyes, then back, before all she saw was a face covered in shadow, the only colour coming from the sharp white teeth that protruded from its smiling maw.
'AJ....AJ' she heard 'Soon AJ' and the image faded with a maniacal cackle.
She looked up to see Jen and another friend rubbing her back, asking if she was ok. She looked out of the window, tears rolling slowly down her face and saw him standing on the pavement stunned. She realised the whole bus was standing over her in silence, just looking at her.
'Wh..Why are you all standing over me?' she asked
'You were screaming AJ, don't you remember?' Jen replied, a worried smile gracing her pretty features.
AJ stared into his eyes through the window, then bolted upright and steamed off the bus. She leaped onto the pavement and headed straight for the man she had told never to speak to her again all those years ago.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?" she shouted at him "WHAT THE hell HAVE YOU DONE?!?!"
She shoved him, forcing him a step back.
"Its not my fault"
"Its never your fault, what the hell is this thing?"
"You already know, you know what it is, what it does and how to use it"
"Is that what happened?"
"Yeah, the upload is pretty painful; I honestly didn't know you were..."
"I bet it you did it deliberately" she began to sob
"Whatever you may think, I would never hurt you"
"You did that ages ago!" Jen jumped in.
"I have never had a problem with you; just leave it between me and AJ"
"Listen and listen good..." AJ's voice became menacing "there is nothing between us, never has and never will"
"Whatever AJ, keep telling yourself the same old bs"
"screw you Dan"
The words stung, after everything that had, even if it was one sided, there was more to it then she let herself believe, he was sure of it.
"I don't want any part of this"
"Uh, tough" he deadpanned
"This is your destiny, sooner you realise that, the better"
AJ's breathing slowed, she suddenly felt calm, like everything was right with the world around her
"He is right AJ..." it was the voice from earlier, "embrace it"
She rubbed her temples, trying to block the voice in her head out.
The light steadily got brighter as he approached it, casting strange shadows on the walls of the stone chamber. His steps clicked on the floor, echoing around the ancient walls, adding to the sense of isolation the chamber gave off.
There was a blast of cool air as the orb of light reacted to his presence, his dark purple cape swaying out behind him, revealing his dark skin and long arms, ending in light blue hands with sharp talons on the end of his fingers. He moved one hand out over the orb, laying it on the invisible, curved field that protected it.
"Show me what I desire" he whispered.
The light became blinding, forcing him to close his eyes. When he opened them, the orb had projected a holographic square in front of him, showing several figures standing on a pavement. There were raised brick flower beds to either side of them, green plants and the off splash of colour from an open bud covering their top. The shadows of vehicles could be seen moving along the pavement to the right, but a much larger shadow, almost rectangle in shape, covered the figures.
Two of the figures were obviously female, their long hair blowing gently in the breeze as they stood looking at a young male. His hair was dark brown and spiked up, he carried a black bag on his back and wore a blue top and slacks.
He had never understood their preoccupation with clothes and how they look, and was fairly sure it was just a huge mating ritual he would never understand. Though to be fair there are members of his own race who have similar predilections.
One of the females, who wore a long white coat covered in odd shaped black dots, pointed a finger at the male, and both the females looked angry. The image suddenly flickered, and a black aura began to shine around the women in the coat. There was another flicker and her image changed for a second, but it was enough time for him to release what she was.
"So, it is true..." he pondered.
The male gestured to her with his right hand, and the image zoomed in to his wrist and turned a vague red.
"Ah, I knew it!"
He released his hand and the hologram instantly disappeared, plunging the chamber into almost darkness once again. The claws on his feet screeched as he spun, carving a semi circle in the stone work. He stormed down the pitch black hall, his steps still echoing around him as the chamber door slide open silently and he stepped out into the cool night air of a balcony.
The balcony sat half way up a square keep made of ancient stone and had images of goblins running around its edge. The barrier keeping clumsy fools from falling was made of the same material, and he had always found to be surprisingly sturdy.
He surveyed what was before him, running his bright yellow eyes over the courtyard below. Flames from oil and hay lights illuminated the area, and cast strange dancing shadows on the stone walls.
Various creatures moved around, some were chatting to each other, some just stood watching the others and in one area some were fighting. The fights weren't particularly brutal, rather a way to keep their fighting skills honed.
The cool air wafted the scent of burning oil into his nostrils and filled his mind with memories of battles he had fought and won. He smiled to himself, and then looked down as a roar of victory rang out from the courtyard.
"Perfect" he thought.
The roar had come from a creature in the fighting area, who stood towering over its opponent who lay bleeding the ground. It breathed heavily, but had enough breath to roar again and raise its massive hands in the air.
"Ogremon," He called, all the creatures in the courtyard stopped and looked at him "I have a mission for you"
The creature looked down at his opponent who had managed to scramble to its feet.
"I am chosen," it said "if you still believe you are more powerful maybe you should take it up with the master."
"N..No, I bow to your strength" the smaller creature said.
"And so you should"
Ogremon grabbed a large, spiked club and hoisted it onto his shoulder then began the walk to meet his master. The creature on the balcony sprang over the stone railing and landed effortlessly, raising as his servant reached him. Ogremon dropped to one knee and bowed his large, horned head, but still was as tall as his master.
"What is your command my lord" There was a hint of fear in his voice.
"Go to the portal, travel to the other side and retrieve the item."
"The item? You have found it?"
"I have.." a slight hint of pride tinged his voice "It is in the hands of a human. Tear him apart, and retrieve it"
A smile graced Ogremon's features. "With pleasure my lord."
Ogremon stood, towering over his master and bowed his head again then began the walk to the portal.
"Ogremon?" his master said calmly.
"Yes my liege?"
"Do not fail me"
He pointed his hand at the creature Ogremon had been fighting, and his arm shot forward, extending and growing in size. His taloned fist clasped around the creatures head, its muscular body writhing as he tightened his hold. There was a muffled scream, then a crunch and dark liquid sprayed out between his fingers. The body went limp and he released it a moment later, what was left of the head drawing strands of gore and brain matter down from his hand as it slid to the floor.
The creatures looked frightened, almost all of them stepping back as the arm retracted and went back under his coat.
"I...I will not my lord"
The fear in Ogremon's voice pleased him and he leapt back onto the balcony. He retreated inside as Ogremon shook his head and turned back to his objective.