| Adriangang Digimon: Digital Monsters |
| Part Seven: The New Digidestined |
| Chapter One: Twizzmon Appears! |
| And thus destiny picked up where it had left off once more. A flurry of data rose above that which the human race considered to be �background bits�: ordinary packets of information that are traded to and fro over the Internet, not unlike money at a market, on a daily basis. But fate has a strange habit of throwing a spanner in the works of the average human schedule, and today, within Ethan�s computer, that spanner took on the form of billions of the zeros and ones that had become a requisite to life in the twenty-first century. �Where�d this come from?� A three-gigabyte file had mysteriously appeared on Ethan�s desktop. The sixteen-year-old man, curious as to how it had appeared there, and slightly annoyed because it had forced him to clean up hard drive space to fit the huge file, double-clicked it. There was no reaction. Ethan growled in frustration. In a final, almost desperate attempt to find out what the mysterious and, for Ethan, increasingly irritating file was, he looked at its properties. This, however, disclosed no new information about the file; indeed, it served only as a cold, hard reminder that it was taking up all that remained of his hard drive�s already meagre free space. With a grunt of resignation, he right-clicked the file and held the computer�s cursor over the delete command. Beep! Beep! Beep! �Shit!� Ethan�s profanity was well placed; his alarm had alerted him that he should now leave his house, and he was still not fully dressed. Deciding to ignore the mammoth file for now, he turned off his computer and slipped on his best pair of jeans, and to fasten them his belt, which included two holsters, both carrying a pellet gun. Then, despite the fact that it was early September and fairly mild, he slipped on his coat: this served as a means of hiding the aforesaid firearms. The guns were more than for his protection, they were his good luck charms, his comfort toys, and despite the many complaints from his family and friends, not to mention the fact that he had to hide them from society in general (by sometimes uncomfortable or disadvantageous means), he took them everywhere. Having deep respect for all life forms, Ethan had never trained the weapons on living matter, only on inanimate targets; nevertheless, he was a world-class marksman, both accurate and dexterous. After ensuring that all the electronics in his house were switched off, Ethan journeyed to his destination: his new college. It was the day of enrolment at the institution, and Ethan was beginning his academic year. He had achieved eight out of nine passes at GCSE level (he never liked Spanish anyway), including seven As, and an almost perfect score in his best subject, English. Such great grades had guaranteed his place at the local college he had chosen. Ethan walked to the bus stop; eventually, the bus arrived. The large red vehicle took him through his neighbourhood, through the suburbs of London, and largely without incident, until about halfway through the journey, when two young men, one a tall, fair skinned youth with glasses and the other a shorter Indian youth stepped onto the bus. The tallest of the pair seemed to have a constant, dopey expression fixed onto his face, accentuated by his eyes, which appeared exceptionally wide under his glasses, and a broad grin that seemed permanent. The shorter, Indian boy seemed more serious, but one could still notice a mischievous gleam in his small, darting eyes and his occasional toothy smile. The two of them carried backpacks and were wearing identical uniforms (a sign they were enrolled in the same high school), including black blazers and trousers, a white shirt, and a red and white striped tie. Both paid their fares and sat down behind Ethan, who couldn�t help but overhear their conversation. �Are you ready for Year 11?� The Indian youth asked. �Yeah.� The taller replied, in a Middle-Eastern accent. He removed his backpack and rummaged through it. �What about the holiday homework we got from Mr. Jones?� �Oh shit!� �You haven�t done it?� �No! I forgot all about it!� The taller boy replied. Ethan grinned; he had been in this situation before. �Oh, man! Mr. Jones is gonna kill you!� �Have you done it?� �Yeah.� �Shit man�� �Don�t worry.� The Indian man consoled him. �I don�t think it�s due for today. I think it�s due for tomorrow.� �How much have we got to write?� �I think�two pages.� �Two pages!� The second exclaimed. �How am I gonna write two pages in one night?� �Here�s our stop.� The shorter one said as the bus approached a width gap near Canons High School. Ethan hadn�t gone to this school himself, but having played some football matches on his own school�s team there, he was fairly acquainted with it. As soon as the bus stopped the two young men left the vehicle, and in their place, a young Chinese girl stepped on. She was around Ethan�s age, of small build, with shoulder-length black hair and an expressionless yet pretty face. Her eyes seemed to demonstrate deep intelligence, and Ethan could sense a quiet sort of strength within her. As the bus pulled away, she approached Ethan, and the two locked eye contact. For a while the girl didn�t sit down; instead, she stared into Ethan�s eyes for about a minute, and Ethan returned the gaze. A smile grew onto her face. It was a strange smile; it displayed warm familiarity and frivolous arrogance all at once. Ethan remained silent, continued staring into her eyes, and returned his own smile: it matched the mood of hers. Finally, she moved onto the chair behind him, keeping her eyes locked with his until the last possible moment. He did the same, only turning his head back to the forward position once she was seated. The two of them said not a word to each other for the entire bus journey. |
| �Excuse me�� The young girl said to the librarian, peeking over the edge of the desk. �Yes, little girl?� The cardigan-donning old man asked. �Where do you keep your books on chemistry?� �They�ve all been taken by that boy.� The librarian answered her, pointing to a desk in the far corner, near a set of full-length windows on one wall. There, sitting at a large wooden table alone, was a boy of around twelve, a similar age to the girl�s own, surrounded by books that one could scoff were far too large for him. The girl was a pretty young brunette, her long hair hanging down past her chest level, with wide brown eyes that portrayed innocence. She wore a pink short-sleeved t-shirt and combat trousers of a darker shade of pink. She wondered through the library, the bookshelves that were far taller as her (having not had her growth spurt, she was around four feet tall), the fiction, the non-fiction, the reference, the audio books, the e-books, the entire Dewey-Decimal system, past the playpen where her mother was entertaining her nine-year-old sister, up to the lone boy, who was huddled over a piece of paper scribbling some notes down. She pulled up a chair opposite him. �Are those all chemistry books?� She asked him. �Yeah.� He replied in a northern British accent, not looking up at her. �Can I borrow some, please?� She asked politely. �Sorry, but I need them.� He said. He finally looked up at her; he was a dark-haired youngster whose age has so far preserved his boyish good looks. He smiled coyly at her. �You see, my family have just moved here to London from Whitby in the north, and to catch up with my new class I need to finish a chemistry assignment.� �Oh.� The girl grunted. �I�m really excited about coming here. I really love London. It�s such a big, exciting city.� He explained. �But we�re gonna live near here, in Watford. Well, Bushy. I don�t mind that though. This place is so much more fun than Whitby.� �What school are you going to?� �I�m going to Bushy Hall School.� �Hey! That�s where I�m going!� She cried excitedly. �Maybe we�ll be in the same class!� �Hey, that�s cool!� The young man said. �I guess I should tell you my name, then. I�m Jamie. My friends call me Jamie, James or just Jay. You can pick whichever one you like; I�m not bothered, really. Just as long as you don�t call me JJ, only my sister can call me that. My older sister, that is, not my younger one.� �Oh�well, my name�s Amelia. Everyone calls me Amelia.� �Everyone?� �Yeah, pretty much.� �So nobody calls you anything else? That must get boring.� �Well, sometimes they call me Meelie, or Amy, or something like that.� �Oh.� |
| Ethan continued on his journey to his new college. The Chinese girl had emerged from the same bus stop as he had, but taken a different route. Little did he know he would bump into her again, at his interview. It was in the college�s lecture theatre, a large hall with a stage at the far end and two stairwells for access on either adjoining wall. Usually this would contain many chairs and small desks for students attending a lecture, but these had been moved aside temporarily, and in their place stood many larger tables so the interviewers and interviewees could sit and discuss the latter�s options. To the far end of the hall, away from the dark wood stage with its long red curtains and elaborate lighting equipment, many people sat on rows of chairs, waiting for their turn to be interviewed, or to proceed to the next stage of enrolment. Ethan was discussing his future at the college with one of the teachers, Mr. Stone, a man in his late forties who had a bald crown. What was left of his hair retained its brown shade. He had an oval, babyish face and deep-set eyes that gave him the appearance of a trustworthy, reasonable man. He was somewhat chubby. Mr. Stone and Ethan where at one of the tables when Ethan noticed the same Chinese girl from the bus sitting on one of the chairs at the back of the room, waiting to go on to the next stage of enrolment. �Well, your grades are suitable, Mr. Pugh.� Mr. Stone said, typing some values into a database on the computer. �So is your average grade score. Now, I�ll just put you into a tutor group and�� Suddenly, Ethan turned and pointed at her. �Who is that?� �That Chinese girl?� The teacher said. �I interviewed her about five minutes ago. Her name�s Lili Wong. Exceptionally bright girl. Got all A stars in her GCSEs.� �I want to be put in the same tutor group as her.� Stone chuckled. �Mr. Pugh, you can�t choose your tutor group, especially just to be with a girl you have a crush on�� �It�s not a crush!� Ethan insisted with a hint of indignation, but more urgency, in his tone. �I just have a strange feeling about her, that�s all.� �I�m sorry Ethan, but her tutor group is full up�� �Then I�ll sit on the floor!� He said. Leaning forward on the table, slamming his hands down, he continued his argument, his tone resolute and unwavering: �Listen to me. I�m only capable of working at my full potential if I work under the conditions I want to work under. If you put me in the same tutor group as Lili, I will consistently provide results for this college. Which means a higher pass rate in all of the subjects I�m studying.� Mr. Stone was lost for words, so Ethan continued, maintaining eye contact with him: �I�m studying A-level Law. This college is ranked fourth in the county for A-level law. Wouldn�t you rather be in third place? Or second? I can help you be first. What do you say?� Ethan�s interviewer sighed. �Alright. You�re gonna be in my tutor group, L309, the same as Lili.� �Thank you, sir.� Ethan said, a smile on his face, as he rose to his feet. �I guarantee this is a decision you will not regret.� �Make sure I don�t.� Stone said as Ethan walked away. He deliberately sat on the chair next to Lili but didn�t acknowledge her. �Ethan, isn�t it?� She asked him, her arms folded, turning her head slightly to him. Her tone was calm and quiet. She had apparently overheard the conversation. �It is, Lili.� �That was impressive.� She spoke calmly, looking straight ahead again. �Thank you.� Ethan replied, looking straight ahead. �I hope you don�t think that I�m going to be that easily moved by words.� She said, rising to her feet, and leaving the lecture hall. Ethan still failed to look at her; instead, he leaned back on his hands and continued gazing straight ahead. �Nobody is. At first.� |
| �That was fun.� Ethan said with a sigh, entering his bedroom once more. The remainder of the enrolment and the journey home had gone without incident, and Ethan was now looking forward to a quiet day home. He sat on his bed and held his head in his hands, breathing a sigh. His room was long but thin; his bed, a single, was opposite the door, its head beneath a small window, and at its foot stood his cupboard, which doubled as a bookshelf. To the left as you enter was his desk, and on it his PC. Ethan sat on the blue swivel chair in front of the computer. He thought he�d read some books, flip through his magazines, and perhaps watch some television before he retired early in preparation for the first day of college. First on his agenda, however, was the checking of his emails, as usual. He turned his computer on; upon seeing the desktop, he was reminded of the mammoth file he had almost deleted this morning. He thought he�d give it one more chance before it was deleted: he double-clicked. His computer�s monitor erupted with light! Ethan recoiled in shock, like a frightened animal, and almost fell off of his chair. When the light subsided, the file onscreen was gone, and in its place, standing between the keyboard and the monitor on his desk, was a small, chipmunk-like animal; this had tawny fur all over its body, a long bushy tail, and was currently knelt down. However, it slowly stood, rising onto its hind legs, and looking up at Ethan with a wide pair of emerald-green eyes. The creature�s facial expression showed a mixture of curiosity, wonder, and a hint of excitement. It smiled softly at him, its tail swaying from side to side, probably unconsciously, and it clasped its front paws in front of its crotch. Ethan was taken aback! Not only had this creature come out of his computer�s monitor, but it was also quite unlike any animal Ethan had ever seen. Its stance, its smile, the underlying emotions in its facial expression, everything about it seemed more human than animal. �What is it?� Ethan asked a self-directed analytical question. He felt the creature�s back. �It�s a vertebrate�mammal. Possibly a chipmunk or meerkat. But I�ve never seen a chipmunk stand on its hind legs before.� The creature didn�t move, so Ethan stood back, pushing his chair aside, in an attempt to study it some more. He held his chin in his hand, supporting his elbow with his other hand, and cocked his head to the right. How surprised he was when the creature copied his stance perfectly! It also appeared to grin at him. �It�s mimicking me!� Ethan raised his right hand. The small animal did the same with its right paw. Ethan lowered his right arm and raised his left; again, the creature mirrored his movements, its grin growing wider, and Ethan could�ve sworn he saw a glint of mischief in its eyes. �I wonder if it�s an intelligent, sentient life form�I wonder if it can understand what I�m saying?� Ethan asked himself. Then, leaning closer to the animal, Ethan poked his chest repeatedly and said his name, slowly, with drawn out vowel sounds, as though speaking to someone new to his language: �I�m Eeethan. Eeeeeethan.� The animal didn�t respond, save a broadening of its grin. Ethan held his finger in front of the creature�s eyes and moved it left, right, up and down; the small mammal followed his finger with its eyes. �Hmm�I need to get a closer look�� Ethan leaned in close to the animal, until his face was only two inches away from its own. He said nothing; rather he gazed at its face for around two minutes. It did nothing but smile calmly at him, looking into his eyes, and folding its forearms across its chest. Finally, after three minutes of silence, the creature opened its lips: �Boo!� Ethan screamed loudly and visibly jumped back. This was a source of great amusement for the creature, and it began to giggle loudly, doubling over in laughter. Ethan sat on the bed, dumbfounded, capable of nothing but staring at the newcomer. �You must be one of those human things.� It spoke, in a moderately deep female voice. �I can see this is going to be interesting.� �You can talk!� The creature folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. �Are you humans really that easily impressed? Believe me, I can do a lot more than talk.� Before Ethan could respond, she laughed and continued: �and you wanted to know if I was an intelligent life form? Ha! I�m still wondering the same thing about you!� �What kind of creature are you?� She smiled. �My name�s Twizzmon.� She then mimicked Ethan�s earlier poking of the chest and drawn out vowels: �You must be Eeethan. Eeeeeethan.� She chuckled. �Ah, humans. Love �em already.� �Twizzmon?� Ethan repeated. �What species are you?� �I�m a Digimon.� Twizzmon replied. �A Digimon?� Ethan repeated, screwing up his face in thought. He had heard the word Digimon somewhere before�where? �Yes, mastermind, a Digimon, you know, Digital Monster?� Twizzmon said. She rolled her eyes. �How many other animals do you know that can come out of computer screens?� Her hands moved to her hips. �Oh, and thanks for almost deleting me earlier. Really appreciate it.� �Sorry.� Ethan apologised. �If I�d known the file was a living creature, I wouldn�t have.� �I�ll forgive you this time, I guess.� She said. �Don�t let it happen again.� ��Now I remember!� �What? Where you left your brain?� �No.� Ethan barked. �I remember how I�d heard of Digimon. It was four years ago�I need to call Uncle Tim.� Ethan took out his mobile phone and punched in a few numbers. �Wow! What�s that little box?� �This?� Ethan said, pointing at the cell phone. �It�s a phone. We can call people with it. Ah! Hi, Uncle Tim!� �Hey Ethan, what�s up?� A deep male voice came over the phone. �Ethan!� Twizzmon cried, trying to grab Ethan�s phone. �Let me try using the phone!� �Hey!� Ethan cried. �No! You can�t right now, I�m using it!� �Oh, come on!� Twizzmon whined. �Hey Ethan�� Tim said. �Who�s the girl? You got a new girlfriend?� �No, I haven�t got a new girlfriend, I�huh? Hey!� Ethan was cut off in mid-sentence by the fact that his phone had floated out of his hand! He could only stare in wide-eyed amazement as it flew softly into Twizzmon�s clutches. She held the phone to her ear. �Hello?� �Hello?� Tim said. �Who is this?� �Hi!� Twizzmon uttered enthusiastically. �I�m Ethan�s new girlfriend!� Ethan screamed. �Ahh! No you�re not!� Twizzmon chuckled, and Tim was about to question her, when Ethan grabbed the phone from the Digimon and started talking to his uncle again. �Hey, I was talking!� Twizzmon protested, reaching for the phone again. �Twizzmon, no! Stop!� Ethan ordered. �Okay, okay�� Twizzmon said, standing still. �Twizzmon? Hey Ethan, did you say her name was Twizzmon?� Tim spoke urgently. �Yeah.� �So she�s a Digimon?� �Yeah, that�s what I�ve been trying to tell you!� �Okay, first of all, why is your new girlfriend a Digimon?� �She�s not my new girlfriend!� Ethan exclaimed. Twizzmon laughed. �Good. Humans aren�t supposed to have sex with Digimon, you know.� Tim said. �But anyway. Why is there a Digimon with you?� �I dunno; she just came out of my computer screen.� �Yeah, what a rough ride that was.� Twizzmon commented. She stroked her tail. �Your computer gave me a tail cramp. Stupid humans and their machines.� �Ethan�this is very important. Did a small gadget thing come out of the screen with her?� �Hang on, let me check.� Ethan said, rummaging around his desk. Then, partially concealed underneath his keyboard, he found a small oval device with several buttons on it. It was mostly white, but some parts of it were orange, including the top and sides. There was a screen in the middle and an aerial on top. �Yeah.� Ethan reported. �There�s a strange little device I�ve never seen before.� �Uh-oh.� Tim uttered. �Okay, Ethan, stay there. Put that device in a safe place. And wait until I get there. I�m gonna bring Sam, okay?� �Okay.� |
| Amelia and Jamie were now sitting together in the library, reviewing their knowledge of chemistry. �I don�t understand how a mole is related to the Carbon 12 isotope.� Jamie puzzled, scratching his head. �These textbooks don�t help.� Amelia sighed, closing one of the books. She then smiled and pulled out her mobile. �I know! I�ll call my cousin, Sam.� �Is he good at chemistry?� �He has an A-level in it.� |
| Sam Daniels, a 19-year-old man, was relaxing at his house on the last day of the summer holidays, watching the television. When his house phone rang, he answered it. �A-hoy-hoy!� He cried. �Sam!� Amelia�s voice said. �Can you help me with a chemistry question?� �Okay, shoot.� �How is a mole related to the Carbon 12 isotope?� �Erm�� Sam mumbled; he hadn�t a clue. �Well�� �Do you know the answer to this?� �Well, you see, the thing is Amelia�� Sam stalled, making up an excuse. �The thing is�I�m so good at chemistry, that�if I answered that question, I�d be condescending myself, you know? That question insults my intelligence, actually.� �Sam, you don�t know the answer, do you?� �Of course I know!� Sam lied. �I just refuse to tell you on the grounds that I�m very intelligent!� �Sam�that�s the biggest bunch of crap I�ve ever�� �Amelia! Hold your tongue!� Sam cried. �You�re not allowed to say �crap� until you�re fourteen!� �Why?� �Because that�s the age I first started saying �crap�.� Sam explained. �And I�ll be damned if you grow up to be more foul-mouthed than me!� �Sam�do you know the answer or not?� �Err�excuse me, I have another call�� Sam said nervously, before hanging up. He sighed. �Great, I have an A-level in chemistry, my cousin�s in high school and already she�s better at it than me.� His mobile rang. �Hey, there really is someone on the other line!� He answered it. �A-hoy-hoy?� �Sam, we have a problem.� �Hey Tim. What is it?� �My nephew. He has a Digimon and a Digivice.� Sam�s tone and facial expression immediately sobered. �Say no more. Where should I meet you?� |
| �They�re gonna be here soon.� Ethan said. �Sit tight.� �How soon?� �Soon.� �Dammit!� Twizzmon cursed, jumping onto Ethan�s bed. �I hate waiting. Oh well.� �Hey, Twizzmon?� �Yes Ethan?� She asked, not looking at him, but instead staring at and bouncing on the bed. �How did you make my phone float out of my hands?� She stopped bouncing, grinned up at him. �I told you I could do a lot more than talk. I could wait for you to figure it out, but you�re not that quick on the uptake, so I�ll have to spell it out for you.� �Not quick on the uptake?� Ethan repeated. �I happen to resent that remark.� �Well I happen to think that it�s true.� Twizzmon said, sitting down on the bed, supporting herself with her hands, and feeling the quilt beneath her. �By the way, thanks for having such a soft bed prepared for me. I like my personal space, but since I�m a kind-hearted Digimon and all, I guess I can let you sleep on the floor.� �What!� Ethan exclaimed. �You can�t just come in here and steal my bed!� �Well, we�re going to be partners, aren�t we?� Twizzmon argued. �And partnership means compromise. This is one of the things we�ll compromise on. It�d be rude to come in here and steal your entire bedroom, so I�ll let you keep the floor.� She smiled up at him, a smile of pseudo-innocence. �Aren�t I sweet?� Ethan sighed and shook his head. �Yeah�real sweet. And who says we�re going to be partners? Partners at what?� �What is this, the Digital Inquisition?� Twizzmon remarked, laying her head on the pillows. �Didn�t you want to know how I made your phone float out of your hand?� �Oh yeah�� �Watch this.� Twizzmon held her hand out towards Ethan�s desk and squinted her eyes. A pen on the desk floated into the air, its lid was removed, and a single sheet of paper floated out of his printer. The pen moved towards the paper and drew onto its surface a smiley face. The pen was reunited with its lid and the paper flew to Ethan. �How�d you do this?� Ethan asked, showing Twizzmon the paper. Twizzmon sighed, shaking her head in exasperation, and then grinned. �You really are quite stupid, aren�t you? I�m a psychic Digimon.� �You are?� ��Yes.� Twizzmon said in a slow tone accompanied with protracted nods of the head. She rolled her eyes. �So, can you read my mind?� �No�� Twizzmon said. �It�s strange�but I can�t read your mind. I can read the mind of every Digimon I meet, though. I guess my extraordinary telepathic talents don�t encompass humans.� �But your telekinesis does?� �That�s right, little man.� Twizzmon said, making poking motions in the air. Ethan simultaneously felt a strong poking force in the middle of his chest. �Ow! That hurt�� Ethan complained, rubbing his chest. Twizzmon chuckled. �That hurt? You�re pathetic!� She exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. �Geez, look at Ethan, the big strong man afraid of a little tap! You�re my hero, you know that?� Ethan knotted his eyebrows, but smiled. �Stop making fun of me!� �Oh, but it�s so fun!� Twizzmon uttered. She giggled. �And there�s so much possible material!� �Hey! What are you insinuating?� �Oh, I could tell you, but you wouldn�t understand.� Twizzmon said, smiling a cocky half-smile. Ethan sighed. �I dunno what we�re gonna be partners at, but I can see it�ll be a long ride.� �Oh yeah! I meant to tell you.� Twizzmon said; she stood up on the bed. �Look, Ethan, you�re what is known in some circles as a Digidestined. Do you know what a Digidestined is?� Ethan barely opened his mouth before Twizzmon continued: �Didn�t think so. A Digidestined is a human that saves the world. You know, the usual hero stuff. Okay, so you have to save the world. Well, I say you, but it�ll actually be me. You�ll just be the one that stands there looking pretty and saying useless stuff that�s totally obvious like �okay Twizzmon, you better Digivolve now�. And I�ll be the one that�s out there, kicking arse, saving the world, and might I add, looking pretty damn cool while I�m at it. Understand?� Again, before Ethan could reply, Twizzmon interrupted him: �Didn�t think so. Anyway, it doesn�t matter if you don�t understand now. It�ll all be clear soon, even to you. Oh, and I better look after that.� �Look after what?� �The Digivice, of course. It�s not a toy, you know.� �Digivice?� Twizzmon copied and exaggerated his puzzled facial expression and said in a slow, flat tone: �Digivice?� She giggled. �Seriously, Ethan, if we�re gonna be partners you need to be a little bit quicker off the mark. I don�t want to have to explain everything to you.� Ethan presented the small device, which he was still holding, to her. �This is a Digivice, right?� �Very good!� Twizzmon cried. �I�m proud of you, Ethan, seriously. Your brainpower has improved.� Ethan chuckled. �Shut up!� �But even so�� Twizzmon said, before using her telekinetic powers to lift the device out of Ethan�s hands and into her own paws. �I still don�t think you�re intelligent enough to be trusted with this.� �You know, I think you greatly underestimate my intelligence.� Ethan said, folding his arms. �I just haven�t had an opportunity to show you how smart I am yet.� �Is that so?� Twizzmon said, raising an eyebrow. �Okay, Ethan. I�ll give you a chance to prove you�re not a complete idiot. Just don�t let me regret it. I�m giving you a rare privilege here, you know.� With that, Twizzmon passed the Digivice back to him, and Ethan clipped it to his belt. The doorbell rang. �What�s that noise?� Twizzmon asked, perplexed. �That�s my uncle Tim with Sam.� Ethan said. �Come with me and we�ll meet them.� �So, did Tim make that noise?� The small Digimon asked Ethan as he led her out of his room, down the stairs of his home, to the front door. �No. It was the doorbell.� �What�s a doorbell?� �I�ll explain some other time.� Ethan told her, leading her down the stairs, which she was jumping down rather than walking. Ethan reached for the door and opened it; in walked two men, one taller, with slightly paler skin than the other and lighter brown eyes. His expression was serious yet not urgently so. The man to the left had darker eyes and was smiling slightly, yet still looked stern. He had a more stocky build than the other. He had a strange scar on his lower left cheek. Ethan introduced them. �Twizzmon�, he said, indicating to the taller one, �this is my uncle Tim.� �Hello!� Twizzmon shouted, standing at Tim�s feet. �Hello!� Tim said. �Hello?� �Hello?� �You�re gonna have to speak up, I can�t hear you from all the way up there!� She cried. �Twizzmon! Don�t make fun of my uncle!� Tim chuckled. �It�s alright Ethan.� Ethan shook his head. He indicated to the second arrival. �Anyway. Twizzmon, this one is Sam, Tim�s friend.� �Hey Sam, we�re getting a bit chubby around the centre, aren�t we?� �Huh?� Sam grunted, when he felt an invisible force poking his stomach. �What an amusing crew!� Twizzmon commented. �One of them�s tall and thin, the other one�s short and fat. Ethan, where do you find these strange people?� �Twizzmon!� �I suppose you have another friend that wears elephant masks and calls himself Gloria on weekends?� �Twizzmon�you�re embarrassing.� �This one has an attitude.� Sam whispered to Tim. �She�s kinda funny.� Tim said. |
| �Yep, it�s a Digivice. There�s no doubt about it.� Tim said, handing the object to Sam. The four of them had moved back to Ethan�s bedroom. Ethan sat on his computer chair opposite Twizzmon, who sat beside Sam on the bed. Tim leaned on the wall. �Gennai showed us one of these.� Sam remembered. �Of course in our day they were just being designed�I think he called them D3 devices.� �In your day?� Twizzmon repeated. �How old are you?� ��I guess I am getting old.� �Avoiding the question, granddad?� �Hey�you should respect your elders.� Tim said. �I tried respect once. I respected the fact that I hated it.� Twizzmon shot back. �Huh? Hey Tim, something just occurred to me.� Sam uttered. �What is it?� �If Ethan has a Digimon and a Digivice, that makes him a Digidestined.� Sam said. �And there�s never only one Digidestined. If he�s become one, some other kids must�ve become Digidestined too.� �Makes sense.� Ethan said. �I�m so proud of him.� Twizzmon commented, indicating with her head to Ethan. �It�s like things are finally making sense to him! I think I�ve had a positive influence on his intellect.� Ethan shot Twizzmon a glance. �Any idea who it might be?� �Nope, none.� Tim said. �Oh�� Sam mumbled, remembering his cousin Amelia. What about her? �Do you have anyone in mind, Sam?� Ethan asked him. �Do you have anything in mind, Sam?� Twizzmon added. Sam chuckled. �Nah�nobody in mind. But I would like less insults.� �And I would like ten handsome love slaves and a solid gold shrine erected in my honour�but we can�t all get what we want.� Twizzmon said. �But there�s something more important we need to think about.� Tim said. �Drama time!� Twizzmon threw her fist in the air dramatically. �Tell it, Tim-man!� �We restored peace to the Digiworld four years ago. There shouldn�t be a need for new Digidestined.� �True�unless there�s a new evil presence there.� Sam half-agreed. �This is getting boring�I�m just gonna relax until you dumb-arse humans say the magic words.� Twizzmon lied down on the bed. �What are the magic words?� Ethan asked her. �You�ll just have to find out when you say them.� She shot back. �Ethan�your Digimon is full of it.� Tim said. �And your Digimon isn�t, Tim?� Sam commented. �Shocamon wasn�t this bad.� Tim said. �He was similar, though.� �I�ve missed Tridemon.� Sam muttered. �I wonder how he�s doing?� �Yeah�� �When was the last time we saw them? June 2001, wasn�t it?� Tim looked troubled. ��November.� �What?� �I think we saw them in November that year.� �What are you talking about?� Sam asked. �I don�t remember meeting them then. Have you been imagining things?� �No�we did see them then�I think.� Tim now screwed his face up in confusion. His tone was reflective and hesitant, his conviction without a leg to stand on. �I�m not sure. Maybe it was a dream I had�strange�but I vividly remember speaking to Shocamon that November.� �You�ve definitely been imagining things.� Sam said. �We saw them in June. That was the last time.� �Maybe you�re right�� Tim agreed; he didn�t sound too convinced. �Well, the best thing to do now is to check it out.� Sam announced with finality, rising to his feet. �Are you ready, Tim?� Tim grinned. �We�re going back.� �Back to the Digital World.� �Bingo!� Twizzmon cried, jumping to her feet. �Those were the magic words. Glad you humans are finally getting your act together. I can�t believe the future of my planet depends on your species!� �Don�t worry your pretty little head, Twizzmon.� Sam said. �We�ve saved your world before.� �Yeah�but you two are old men.� Twizzmon jumped over to Ethan�s desk, and faced them, arms folded, eyeing them scrupulously. She grinned. �I mean, if you come with us, you might fall over and break your hip or something.� �It sounds like she has nursing homes booked for us already.� Tim sighed. �Twizzmon�we�re not obsolete!� Sam insisted proudly. �I�m afraid I can�t be so confident in that.� Twizzmon muttered. She deliberately eyed Tim and Sam�s loins. �I hear that when you old men don�t perform for a long time your equipment becomes cold and unresponsive�� She raised an eyebrow, looked them in the eyes. ��Until you can�t use it anymore.� �What�kind of equipment are you talking about?� Twizzmon grinned wider, and leaned her head back. �I�m hoping your parts are still functional, you know? I mean, I hope they haven�t become impotent.� �Impotent?� Sam exclaimed. Tim gaped at her in shock. �Yeah.� She chuckled. �You know what I mean? Lifeless, unreactive. A dead weight hanging on your groin.� �Twizzmon�what does this have to do with saving the world?� Sam asked. �I think it has a lot to do with saving the world if your Digivices don�t work anymore.� �Digivices?� Tim repeated. He grinned. �Yeah, your Digivices.� Twizzmon narrowed her eyes. �What equipment did you think I was talking about?� �Erm�� Sam was slightly nervous. �Never mind�� �If there�s anything else in that area that�s not working properly, Sam, that�s your problem. Solve it in your own time.� Twizzmon turned to Ethan. �Ethan! Open a Digi-port!� �Right!� Ethan cried enthusiastically, firing himself up; before he realised. �Erm�what? How?� Twizzmon giggled. �You�re useless!� �Hey, I resent that! I�m just new to this business!� Ethan protested. �You say that now, but I bet this time next month you�ll still be saying, �erm�what? How?� whenever I tell you to open a Digi-port.� �If you tell me how to do it now, I won�t forget.� He said with a grin. �You have my word, my dear Twizzmon.� �Alright.� She said. �You just take the D3 Device, point it at the monitor, and say, �Digi-port open!� Got that?� �Got it!� He cried enthusiastically, taking his D3 from his hip. �You remember where the computer monitor is, right?� Twizzmon sarcastically jeered. �Nope.� Ethan shot back, grinning at her. �Why don�t you start from the top: just who am I?� �Ah�� Twizzmon�s grin grew. �You�ve adapted to my sarcasm. Good. That�ll help you. But right now you�re some clueless fool with a D3 in his hand! Hurry up, Ethan!� Ethan chuckled; pointed his D3 to the console and declared dramatically: �Digi-port Open!� A window opened on Ethan�s computer screen; it was dark with a strange diagram on it, and covered in symbols, presumably of the Digimon language. A red light next to some of these symbols turned green; Ethan recoiled slightly in confusion as a force field of light emerged from the monitor. It grabbed the three humans and the Digimon, pulling them all inside. |
| The two small rookie-level Digimon ran from the pursuing troops as quickly as they could. They were being chased through the rocky mountainsides of the Western region of the Digital World by several Snimon and other assorted insect Digimon. Their surroundings were of fine tawny dust, brown dirt, grey stone and rock; pebbles and boulders abound on the steep, unmarked path they walked as a means of escape, only a slightly darker shade of grey than that of the blanket of clouds in the Digital World sky above. The path was also thin, and growing thinner: to their left was a sharp cliff face, to their right an equally steep cliff hanging above the rocky flatlands below. One of the Digimon, a smaller, white quadruped with black stripes, turned to his friend with his bright, excited eyes darting around in their usual hyperactive fashion, and spoke in a resolute tone: �We can�t keep running from them like this, Tridemon!� One of the Snimon, a large, green Digimon that resembled a praying Mantis with sickles instead of hands, charged some energy in his arm blades and fired it forward: �Twin Sickles!� With a scream, the pair of Digimon jumped aside, letting the attack zoom past them. They continued running. The second Digimon was taller, a biped, with bright yellow skin, wide calm eyes set into an oval body/head. Atop his head was a set of horns that resembled a crown, and in his left hand he gripped a small gold trident tightly. �If we can�t run, Shocamon,� this Digimon replied, �what do you suggest we do?� �Simple!� Shocamon cried, turning to the pursuers as the pair ran onto a slight plateau. �We stay and fight!� �Are you crazy or just stupid?� Tridemon screamed, waving his trident in frustration. �We can�t stand up to these guys!� �Of course we can!� Shocamon insisted, holding his ground. �Back in the day Tim and I faced guys much tougher than this. This is no problem!� �I hate to rain on your parade, Shocamon, but Sam and Tim aren�t here right now! And no Digivices means no Digivolving!� �Oh yeah�� �Come on, Shocamon!� Tridemon cried loudly, in a panic, as the Snimon launched another attack that landed just behind them. He picked the smaller Digimon up under his arm, and Shocamon, who was still ready to fight, shouted back at the Snimon: �You�re damn lucky my buddy Tridemon was here to stop me! Or I would�ve kicked you around like a football!� The Snimon hissed in response. �Yeah, you better be afraid!� �Shocamon! Do you mind not provoking them?� The pair of small Digimon continued running along the rocky path, the insectoid Digimon slowly catching up to them. Just as all seemed lost, a pale human hand came out of nowhere, grabbing Tridemon�s trident, and pulling both of the Digimon into a small cave. Shocamon looked over his shoulder as the insects flew past, unaware that they had made the detour. Exhausted by the chase, Tridemon and Shocamon looked up at their saviours. �Hey, thanks for saving us�� Shocamon said, and trailed off when he saw Tim�s face, grinning at him. �No problem. I�m always saving you.� Shocamon�s eyes lit up with joy. �Tim!� He cried, pouncing on his old friend. �Hey, Sam!� Tridemon also cried out, as Sam emerged from the shadows. Sam held onto Tridemon tightly. �Hey, guys.� Sam said. �Who�s that?� Shocamon said, leaping down onto the ground, as two more figures stepped into the light. �I�m Twizzmon.� Twizzmon walked up to them confidently and introduced herself. She indicated to Ethan, without turning around. �That�s Ethan. He�s my secretary.� Ethan shook his head. �She�s incorrigible. This is gonna be tough.� �Ah, Ethan!� Shocamon said. �I think I remember you. You helped us out in London four years ago.� �Hey, that�s right.� Ethan said. �It�s nice to see you again, Shocamon.� �You too.� Shocamon grinned and jumped up and down. �Though you�re a lot bigger now. Did you Digivolve?� Twizzmon approached Tridemon. �Hello, potato man. I�ve never known a Digimon to carry cutlery with him. Have you got a knife to go with that oversized fork?� Tridemon gazed blankly at her. �It�s not a fork�it�s a trident.� �Ah, I see. You have a name for your fork.� She narrowed her eyes at him. �It must be very special.� �What?� �And what are you? Stripemon?� Twizzmon asked, turning to Shocamon. �Err�� Shocamon mumbled. He could do little more but stare at Twizzmon. �Perhaps you�re I�m-so-stupid-I�ll-stand-here-and-stare-mon? Or maybe you�re the fabled my-entire-vocabulary-consists-of-err-mon?� �Err�no�my name is Shocamon.� He muttered nervously. Wow, she�s the cutest Digimon I�ve ever seen� He thought to himself. Twizzmon picked up the sentiment immediately with her telepathic powers. Perhaps, she thought, she could have some fun with the stripy one. �Ah�Shocamon.� Twizzmon spoke with a slower, softer, more intimate tone now, similar to that two lovers would use during pillow talk. �I�ve heard things about your species�� �What?� He asked. She sat in front of him cross-legged, leaning deliberately, smiling playfully, and yet saying nothing. �What have you heard?� He asked again, his beady, excited eyes gazing at her with intrigue. Still, she remained silent, her grin broadening slightly, her light green eyes scanning his body, resting on his; she paused, until finally she lifted a paw, stroked his cheek, and whispered in the same seductive tone: �Maybe you�ll find out some day.� She leaned closer to him, so he could feel her breath on his face, parting her lips slightly, as if to kiss him. She studied his face with her eyes once more, then spoke, just as slowly: �Maybe we�ll both find out.� �Err�� Shocamon took a step back in trepidation. Twizzmon sat down, clasping her hands in her lap, her tail resting comfortably over her left hind leg, and struck her cutest facial expression. Shocamon, in his stunned silence, was confused, nervous and highly enamoured. And Twizzmon, with her psychic talents, detected this immediately. Standing up, she inwardly congratulated herself; by the end of the week, she thought, he�d be eating out of her hand. �Ethan, is your Digimon flirting with my Digimon?� �Now, would I do that?� Twizzmon cut off Ethan�s answer to Tim�s question. Her tone and demeanour were back to their usual arrogant forms, which confused Shocamon even more. �Shocamon. If I recall, that�s an electric Digimon, right?� She asked, facing away from him. �Err�yeah.� �Well then, it�s been nice meeting you, Sparky.� She smiled over her shoulder at him, a teasing smile. �Sparky?� Shocamon asked. �It�s better than �potato man�.� Tridemon reminded him. �I�m glad to see you�re both doing well.� Sam said, his tone vouching for the past events and struggles that he and Tridemon had been through together. �No thanks to Shocamon.� Tridemon said, glaring at the electric Digimon. �What do you mean? I told you, we could have easily stood up to them!� �Stood up to who?� �Tim�you�ve been away too long.� Shocamon muttered, shaking his head anxiously. �Why?� Tim asked. �What�s happened?� �Well, for a few years here in the Digiworld everything was peaceful.� Tridemon expanded. �We were living happy lives together. By �we�, I mean the eight of us Digimon. Sure, we missed you guys, but otherwise things weren�t bad at all. Then they came along.� �They?� �The Digital Masters.� Sam made a face. �The Digital who now?� He muttered, with confusion. �The Digital Masters!� Shocamon exclaimed. �They�re an evil organisation of Digimon and humans that are trying to take over both worlds!� �They�ve only existed for a week,� Tridemon added with urgency, �and already they�ve conquered about three tenths of the Digital World!� Ethan, Tim and Sam were stunned into a silence; this was broken by a slow round of applause. Everyone turned to Twizzmon, who had sat propped up against a nearby rock. �So, Tridemon, you say these Digital Masters have conquered three tenths of the Digiworld in a week?� She spoke. �Yeah, about that.� �Wow, I�m impressed.� �You�re impressed? You should be terrified! If they have the power to take over three tenths of the Digiworld in a week�� �I didn�t mean I was impressed by the Digital Masters.� Twizzmon interrupted him. �I meant I was impressed that a potato like you knows basic fractions.� Twizzmon stood and walked slowly to Tridemon and Shocamon, her hands clasped behind her back, like a drill sergeant before his rookies. She grinned at them. �As for the Digital Masters, I think they�re rather slow. If I were on their side, the Digital World would be theirs by now. It�s unfortunate for them that they will not benefit from the wonder that is Twizzmon.� �Twizzmon�I think you�re underestimating the Digital Masters.� Shocamon said nervously. She put a finger beneath his chin and moved his face closer to hers. �And I think you�re underestimating me, Sparky.� Tridemon spoke out for the dumbstruck Shocamon: �The Digital Masters have entire armies at their disposal�and what�s more�well�� He turned his gaze downward with grief. �What is it, Tridemon?� �Well, you could say we were the first target on the Digital Master hit list�� �Did something happen to the other six Digimon?� Tim asked. �You could say that�� Shocamon, melancholy, muttered. �What happened?� �Well it happened the day before last. The eight of us were hanging around in the Digiworld meadows, right?� Shocamon wearily began his tale. �We�d just eaten our lunch, and we were having some fun in the tall grass.� �I was sleeping.� Tridemon interrupted. �What?� �I felt a bit tired and it was rather hot. So I had a nap.� �Okay, well we were playing and Tridemon was having a nap�� �And Moosemon was with me.� �Huh?� �He hadn�t finished eating.� �Okay�so we were playing and Tridemon was sleeping and Moosemon was eating�� �And Slythamon was digging for bugs.� �Can you get on with it?� Twizzmon urged the pair. �I want this story to be finished while I still possess my youthful good looks.� �Sorry!� Shocamon said. �Well, anyway, we were all happy. Until the Digital Masters came. We tried to fight them, but they were too powerful for us in our rookie forms.� �They were lead by this really powerful general.� Tridemon added, and Shocamon nodded. �He�s an ultimate level Digimon called Darkamon. But he had everyone call him �General Darkamon�.� �Ugh, amateur.� Twizzmon uttered. �If I were in an army, I�d have all my inferiors refer to me as �Lord Supreme Commander Twizzmon�. Hey, that has a nice ring to it.� �Tridemon, Shocamon, please continue before Twizzmon has any more delusions of grandeur.� Ethan said. �That�s Lord Supreme Commander Twizzmon, fool!� ��Well, anyway.� Shocamon mumbled. He spoke clearer: �We couldn�t stand up to this Darkamon creep. That�s when he kidnapped Eaglemon and Onomon!� �We tried to run, but they were really fast!� Tridemon continued. �So Salamon did something really heroic.� �Hey, I wanna tell this bit!� Shocamon complained. �Alright, alright.� �Geez, you two are like a couple of kids�� Twizzmon grunted with a roll of her eyes. �Salamon, she stayed behind. She let herself be captured so the rest of us could get away.� �That is pretty heroic.� Tim said. �Yeah�I really admire her for doing that.� Tridemon mumbled. �I just hope she�s alright�� �Well, after that it was just us, Moosemon, Slythamon and Slipmon. We spent all of yesterday running.� �Then this morning we were in a part of the Digiworld we�d never seen before.� �We didn�t know that it was under the control of the Digital Masters.� �Well, of course they caught us.� Shocamon said. �And it was the same guy, General Darkamon.� �We fought him again�� Tridemon, now choking on his words, uttered quietly. �But things didn�t go so well�� Shocamon finished Tridemon�s sad announcement: ��We lost Moosemon and Slythamon.� Sam and Tim were in shock. �You mean�Moosemon and Slythamon are dead?� Sam cried. Shocamon nodded. Tridemon turned away with a heavy heart, working hard to fight off bitter tears of torment. Twizzmon quickly scanned Tridemon�s mind. �This Slythamon�I�m guessing you had feelings for her, Tridemon.� �Huh?� Tridemon grunted, turning back to her. He had traces of tears in his eyes. �Is it that obvious?� �Yeah.� Twizzmon said with a smile. �I�m also quite empathic, y�know. It�s just one of my many talents.� Tridemon nodded slowly. �You�re right�I do.� �So we had no choice but to run away again. This time, Darkamon sent his flying bug troops after us. Then as we were running over the rocky mountain path we came to a fork in the road.� �So Slipmon said he�d try to distract the enemy by leading them down one fork, while we ran down the other.� �We tried to stop him, but he insisted. So that�s what we ended up doing. Slipmon lead half of the forces down one path so only the other half would follow us.� �That was about half an hour ago.� Tridemon said. �It was just Shocamon and I left. Then you saved us. You know the rest.� �Wow�things are pretty desperate, huh?� Ethan said. �Yeah.� Shocamon agreed. He recapped: �So of the eight of us, Onomon, Eaglemon and Salamon were captured, Slythamon and Moosemon were deleted�and Slipmon�well, anything could�ve happened to him. That just leaves us two.� Tim frowned and lowered his face in thought; Sam clenched his fist tightly. �I�ve had enough of this Darkamon guy already�� He whispered. �He�s killed two of our friends. For no reason�� �Sam�� Tridemon whispered. Sam�s frown transformed into a bitter smile. �He doesn�t know what true power is yet. Tim: Shocamon and Tridemon are ready. I doubt General Darkamon can hold his own against two megas.� �Right.� Tim agreed. Shocamon and Tridemon smiled. �Looks like we�re back in action, Tridemon!� Shocamon said happily. �Looks like it indeed, Shocamon.� Tridemon agreed, smiling. �I�m ready to turn into HyperNovadramon at any time!� �HyperNovadramon, eh?� Twizzmon scoffed. �Sounds promising. Maybe you aren�t a complete wuss after all, Tridemon.� �Twizzmon, you have no idea.� Shocamon said. �I also have my DragoFusemon form!� �If I don�t have an idea, then you fools must have less than zero ideas.� Twizzmon picked up her tail and stroked it casually as she spoke. She grinned. �You�re both sitting here using loads of fancy words, but I�ve yet to see either of you show the balls to back them up. I�m beginning to wonder if you have balls at all.� �That sounds like a challenge.� Shocamon said. �It�s not a challenge. It�s an observation.� �Enough talk!� Tim said. �Let�s get out there and teach Darkamon who the Digidestined are!� And so it was that Tim, Sam, Ethan, and their three Digimon partners left the small cave. Shocamon and Tridemon looked around nervously as they exited; Twizzmon, on the other hand, strolled out casually, supporting her head with her hands. She shot them a teasing glance. �Watch out, kiddies, or the boogieman will get you.� She joked. �This is no laughing matter!� Tridemon said frantically, but whispering for fear of being discovered. �This is very serious!� �Seriously pathetic.� She waved to Ethan. �Come on, Ethan. I say we find Darkamon and take him out before these two pansies see their shadows and run away.� �Pansies!� Shocamon shouted. �I�ll have you know that the two of us saved the world!� �Is that so?� Twizzmon, unimpressed, shot back. �Well, what happened? I suppose the world fell over and grazed its knee? Or perhaps it came under attack by an average-sized ant? Or maybe it fell victim to another equally sinister, totally non-threatening catastrophe?� �Shh!� Ethan hushed, placing his finger on his lips. �I hear something.� �What is it, Ethan?� Tim asked. �Wings beating�� He whispered. He closed his eyes, as though listening carefully. Then, opening his eyes, he turned his eyes towards the cliff edge. �It comes!� He shouted. A Snimon, possibly the one that had chased Shocamon and Tridemon, emerged. Ethan reached into his jacket and pulled out his pair of ball bearing guns, twirled them on his fingertips for a moment, then trained them on the insectoid�s head. Tim put his hand on Ethan�s wrist to prevent him from firing. �Relax, Ethan. Shocamon�s got it.� �Shocamon?� �Shocamon, let�s show him! Warp Digivolve!� �Shocamon Warp Digivolve to�� Shocamon cried, being enshrouded in a ball of orange energy. �Hmm�� Twizzmon murmured to herself. �This is interesting.� �See, Ethan, there�s no need for your guns. Shocamon can handle it.� Tim said to him calmly. Shocamon�s ball shattered for a moment, revealing a larger, dinosaur-like white Digimon with black stripes and strange cannons instead of hands; the ball enshrouded him once more. �Wow, what�s happening to him?� Ethan asked. �He�s Warp Digivolving. To his mega form.� Tim explained. The ball shattered again, showing a Digimon similar to the previous one, but slightly larger, and holding a sword-like object. The ball reappeared. Sam looked troubled. �Tim�I�ve got a bad feeling.� �What is it, Sam?� �This is too easy�something tells me that this isn�t going to work.� As Sam finished his foreboding words, the orange ball shattered a final time, showing a white and black striped dragon-like Digimon; it stood at about forty stories, with a hard black exoskeletal skull. Strapped onto its back was a large jet-like machine. ��DragoFusemon!� The black and white dragon roared proudly. The Snimon was prepared to strike, but after sighting the huge electric Digimon, seemed fazed. �Wow�that�s incredible�� Ethan said. Twizzmon chuckled. �I see sparkplug boy�s been eating his vegetables.� Something registered on Twizzmon�s precognition. �Hmm? Ethan, get down!� She turned, and with a mighty telekinetic blow, pushed Ethan onto his back on the hard, dusty mountain trail. As Twizzmon had foreseen, a rumbling began to shake the very mountain beneath them. It began softly, but intensified into a tremor of extreme proportions. �What the hell is happening?� Sam asked. �An earthquake?� Tim said. �Tim�� DragoFusemon said, breathing heavily, and kneeling down. He seemed exhausted and fatigued. �My power�I can�t seem to hold onto it�argh!� DragoFusemon glowed a bright white and shrunk considerably. He returned to his Shocamon form. More mysteriously, as soon as this happened, the earthquake stopped as suddenly and inexplicably as it had begun. �The earthquake stopped�� Ethan whispered. �Shocamon!� Tim cried, running to his partner, who lied still, totally drained of energy. �Sam, let me try!� Tridemon said. �Alright, let�s go, Tridemon!� �Sam, wait!� Ethan stopped him. �Don�t let Tridemon Digivolve!� �Why?� �Don�t you see?� Ethan said. �As soon as Shocamon became DragoFusemon, that earthquake began. When he became Shocamon again, it stopped. It can�t be coincidence, there must be a connection!� All turned to the Snimon as it roared, heading into a full-on battle charge towards Ethan and Twizzmon. �Heh.� Twizzmon chuckled. �Finally.� Twizzmon jumped into the air, her arms perpendicular to her body, as the Snimon approached. Bringing her arms forward, palms facing the attacking insect, she closed her eyes and focused her mind to the task. �Close your eyes, Ethan! Photokinesis!� Ethan obeyed just in time. A ring of darkness surrounded Twizzmon as the light was pulled into her hands. Using her psychic powers, she pushed this light forward into the Snimon�s eyes, which roared aggressively, blinded by the brightness. Twizzmon landed on the spot and strolled casually past the roaring Snimon. �That�ll teach you for staring.� She spoke, casually and bombastically, as she ran her fingers through the fur on her crown. �I know I�m the most beautiful Digimon in the Digiworld, but I have feelings y�know, and I object to being treated like a piece of meat.� The Snimon, still blinded, followed the sound of Twizzmon�s voice. Twizzmon, meanwhile, was standing with her back to the minion, arms folded, an arrogant smile on her face. Once the Snimon was satisfied it had Twizzmon in its sights, it swung its giant scythe-like arm down onto her. �Twizzmon!� Ethan shouted. Twizzmon quickly sidestepped just as the scythe was a few inches above her head, and instead of slicing her in two it cut deep into the rocky path beneath them. The Snimon hissed as it attempted to retrieve its left arm, but to no avail. Twizzmon calmly strolled past the scythe, continuing until she was directly beneath the insect�s right shoulder. �Now, now. It�s not fair to hit someone from behind, especially a lady. Didn�t your mother teach you the meaning of chivalry?� The Snimon swung his second scythe down, but once again Twizzmon dodged just in time. Now both of the Snimon�s arms were buried deep in the mountain rock; he was totally helpless. Twizzmon ran her finger up the dull side of the Snimon�s dextral blade. �Quite the pickle you�re in.� She said teasingly. She walked slowly back, until she was beneath the Snimon�s head; there, to everyone�s surprise, she laid down, supporting herself with her hands, and wore her most adorable facial expression. When the Snimon roared in frustration, she added a smile to that face. �I know things seem grim, but you should look on the bright side: not many men get the privilege of having me lying beneath them.� �I don�t believe what I�m seeing�� Sam muttered. �Not only did she defeat a champion in her rookie form, but she did so without even hurting him!� ��And now she�s taunting him.� Tim added. He looked down at Shocamon and Tridemon. �Is this one of the ones that you two were running from?� The two small Digimon were slightly flushed with embarrassment. �Err�no, I�m sure this one was weaker.� Shocamon quickly dismissed. Twizzmon stood and ran a finger along the Snimon�s face. �I�d love to stay and play with you, my sexy insect friend, but I�m afraid I must leave. I�m a very busy girl.� With these words Twizzmon strode back to Tim and Sam, her head resting on her hands, as carefree as one can possibly be despite the frantic struggles and growls of the stuck Snimon. Upon reaching the other Digidestined, she folded her arms across her chest and slowly examined all of their facial expressions. �Admit it. You�re impressed.� �I am impressed.� Ethan said. �Maybe you�re worthy of being my partner.� �Well, I�m glad one of you has the courage to admit it.� She turned to Shocamon and grinned. �What do you mean, �not bad for a girl�?� Shocamon�s jaw dropped. �Huh?� �Yes, Sparky, I am psychic.� �Uh-oh.� �Yes, you better watch what you think around me.� Twizzmon glanced at Ethan, and then wandered off down the mountain path, away from the others. �Come on Ethan, let�s get out of here.� �But what about him?� Ethan asked, pointing at the Snimon. �What about him?� Twizzmon asked. �He�s incapacitated. But don�t worry your sentimental old heart my dear Ethan, he�ll get out of there eventually.� �And what about Darkamon?� �Well we can�t fight him with fogey and fogier over there standing by and collecting dust.� Twizzmon pointed out, nodding at Shocamon and Tridemon. �I say we take a break while we figure out why the old buzzards can�t Digivolve to mega.� �Twizzmon, is that really an acceptable course of action?� Ethan said. �Darkamon and the Digital Masters are threatening innocent lives, including the lives of the people we care about. Answer me this: can we really afford to procrastinate? I say we can�t. We need to deal with this menace immediately!� �Answer me this, Ethan,� Twizzmon retorted, �can we really afford not to procrastinate? The fact is if we faced the Digital Masters in a fair fight right now, they would wipe the floor with us. They have an entire army; we have three young human boys and three rookie Digimon. It doesn�t matter how awesome one of those three rookies is � I am pretty awesome, after all � we still wouldn�t be a match for them. But you still want to rush on headfirst into a foolhardy assault? Is that an acceptable course of action, Ethan?� Sam smiled. Ethan was a good negotiator; Twizzmon was a worthy opponent. �Maybe we should take a break,� he suggested, �and ask Shocamon why he couldn�t remain in his mega form for very long.� �Well?� Twizzmon asked Shocamon. �Spout it, Sparky.� �When I became DragoFusemon�� He began his account, looking down at the ground. �I felt winded�totally drained of energy, like you feel when you haven�t slept for a long time. My body felt strong but my spirit was weak, you know?� �Maybe you�re just out of practice.� Tim suggested. �No�it had something to do with that earthquake.� Ethan said. �But I don�t know what.� �Maybe this is why Ethan was called in.� Sam said. �Maybe our Digimon can�t Digivolve anymore, so they needed new Digidestined.� �Maybe.� Tim muttered with a shrug. �I don�t like the thought of not being able to help out anymore.� �Face it. You�re obsolete.� Twizzmon said. �You need to move aside for the new generation.� Tim grinned. �Well, at least we can Digivolve at all.� �I could Digivolve, if Ethan could figure out that the Digivice is not a toy.� �What does this thing do, anyway?� Ethan asked, holding his orange D3. �Ethan, don�t shake that too much.� Twizzmon barked, as though talking to a baby. �And don�t try to eat it. Seriously. If I find any tooth marks in it I�m gonna be pissed.� �It�s the single most important piece of equipment a Digidestined can have.� Sam said. �Aside from a sharp mind.� Twizzmon turned to them and said. She eyed Tim and Sam. �Okay. For the two of you, it�s the Digivices.� �I still don�t understand.� Ethan said. Twizzmon slapped her forehead. �Why�d I get stuck with the slow one?� She said aloud. �Why don�t you explain it to me then?� Ethan asked her. Twizzmon grinned. �What? And miss the opportunities to make fun of you? No way.� �Don�t worry Ethan, everything will be clear to you soon.� Sam said. �Yeah.� Tim agreed. �Do you remember when we first came to the Digiworld? None of us knew what our Digivices were or how to use them.� �Seems like only yesterday.� Twizzmon opened her mouth, and was about to utter a remark, when her precognition warned her of an incoming object. �Something�s coming.� She said, and even before she had finished talking, the clouds in the sky parted, and from the heavens above fell a ball of brilliant orange energy; this energy bathed the entire landscape with its orange luminescence, from the trees forming the lush green carpet below that faded into the horizon to the very mountain below the Digidestined�s feet, and as it fell, gathering energy through its momentum, this glow slowly intensified, leaving behind it a tail of deep orange brilliance, flickering like the flames of a campfire, yet like a trained animal, hurriedly following its master, the mysterious object encased within the ball of light itself, which continued to hurtle towards the earth at blinding speeds. The object impacted. At once, the sheer kinetic force punched a medium-sized crater into the face of the globe, and the energy unleashed attacked the Digidestined in the form of a blinding light, prompting them to lift their hands in defence of their eyes. A deafening noise also shook the entire area. When the light subsided, the Digidestined looked once more at the site of impact. The bright orange glow had ebbed and was now duller, yet a bright orange sphere could still be seen in the brown crater left by the impact, alongside several trees destroyed in the collision. �What was that?� Sam asked. �Twizzmon, do you know?� Tridemon asked her. �More than you ever will.� She shot back with a grin. �There�s only one way to find out what that thing was.� Ethan said, walking to the cliff edge. �Ethan, no!� Twizzmon cried; she was too late. Ethan had jumped. �Ethan!� Tim screamed at the cliff edge. �Ethan! Eh�� Twizzmon let out a groan and shook her head as Ethan fell. �Why�d I have to get the stupid one?� �Twizzmon, do something!� Tridemon said, in a mild state of panic. ��I�m not in the habit,� Twizzmon spoke, her abnormally calm tone slightly off-putting, �of taking orders from a fork-wielding vegetable, but since my Digidestined�s life is on the line I�ll make an exception.� Twizzmon calmly walked to the edge of the cliff and dived off. Tim turned to Sam. �Let�s find another way down.� �Right.� |
| Now in free-fall, Twizzmon fell down the side of the cliff, slowly catching up to Ethan, but not nearly fast enough. �Aerokinesis!� Using her psychokinetic powers, Twizzmon pushed the air beneath her aside, decreasing the air�s density and therefore decreasing the air resistance opposing her fall. This dramatically increased her maximum speed, consequently enabling her to reach the ground before Ethan did. She slowed herself down by increasing air resistance, then lowering her body with levitation gracefully to the forest floor, consisting mainly of damp, dead leaves and other vegetation. She looked up at Ethan, who had almost finished his descent. Twizzmon roared with great effort, her teeth grit, and with a mighty telekinetic force, she broke his fall, keeping him suspended in midair. Then she dropped him, ass-first, on the wet soil below. Ethan cried out when he landed, and Twizzmon grinned at him. �I�ll give you a seven for the dismount, but a two for the landing.� �Only a two?� Ethan asked, standing, and rubbing his ass to ease the ache. �I thought the landing was the highlight.� �Oh it was, Ethan. It was.� Twizzmon chuckled. �You�re lucky I was here to save you, or the Digital World would be celebrating a new holiday: Digidestined Pancake Day.� �You have my gratitude.� �Gratitude isn�t going to put my fur back in place.� Twizzmon said, running her fingers through her fine tawny body hair. �Falling at high speeds really messes it up. No matter; I�m sure I still look gorgeous.� Ethan walked ahead of Twizzmon, gazing deep into the forest. As his gaze moved closer to the horizon the trees, foliage and leaves all amalgamated into a deep green shroud, blocking his view. He couldn�t see the orange dome, but he knew it was out there. �Hey Twizz.� Ethan said to his Digimon without looking at her. �I�m going to run on ahead. Think you can keep up?� Twizzmon stopped fingering her fur and looked up at the back of his head, her usual cocky grin returning. �Silly misguided Ethan. I could keep up with you in my sleep.� �Well, don�t fall asleep on me then!� Ethan took off; dashing through the forest like a sprinting tiger, while agilely avoiding fallen, rotten wood by jumping like an Olympic hurdler. Twizzmon followed, just as quickly, also avoiding the traps placed along the path by the malicious, tyrannical woodland around them. Eventually they reached a clearing created by the mysterious orange object; it was a huge dent in the forest, in the form of a deep muddy crater, and along the rim of this crater laid dozens of uprooted trees. This must have been done by the impact of the blast. At the very centre of the crater stood a bright orange dome of light, and in the centre of this, a small oval object. �That was quite a workout.� Ethan sighed through heavy breaths. Twizzmon, also breathing heavily, leaning on her knees, waved a hand. �You�re so damn slow.� |
| Back at the plateau from which Ethan had fell, the Snimon was still struggling to retrieve its scythes. From over the mountaintop a humanoid figure descended onto the rocky path. This creature had a very muscular build, its green-and-yellow striped legs, which ended in a foot with three giant claws, and plain green arms toned to the extent that, upon looking at him, one would guess that his body was constructed of indestructible stone. He wore thick body armour; coloured a metallic green, a lighter shade than his skin, this armour covered his groin, his lean torso, his forearms, his eyes, and finally his shoulders, in a pair of large, thick shoulder pads. Draped over his back was a long green cape. There were eyeholes in his helmet, through which one could see a glaring pair of crimson eyes so terrifying they could freeze a man�s soul. This figure landed near the Snimon, flanked by four more Snimon. Upon seeing the trapped Snimon, he grunted in anger and disappointment. �What�s the matter? Were a bunch of kids too much of a challenge for you?� The Snimon hissed: �Please forgive me, General! They have�� �Shut up.� The figure hissed through clenched teeth. �You disgusting failure. You have no right to talk to me. Nor do you have the right to co-exist with me.� The mysterious General raised a hand, palm facing the Snimon; he created an orange ball of energy, and fired it at the trapped insectoid. In the blast, the green Digimon�s body split into billions of particles, which subsequently faded away into the Digital World sky. He turned to the four Snimon that had followed him. �Now do you see what I require?� He growled. �All I ask of this organisation is success. Failure to meet with success is punishable by death. Do you understand?� �Yes, General Darkamon!� The four Snimon said simultaneously. All obviously had a very deep fear of him. �Good.� Darkamon said. �Now�� He pointed to one of his subordinates at random. �You: return to base camp and retrieve our secret weapon.� �Yes, General!� The Snimon complied before flying off over the mountaintop. �As for the rest of you�� Darkamon pointed at the crater created by the fallen object. �You will find the Digidestined there. Kill them.� �Yes, General!� They said, once more in unison, and flew off towards the crater. �Digidestined.� Darkamon whispered to himself. �You have no idea what magnitude of pain and torment await you. But it�s a lesson that must be taught. Anybody that chooses to interfere with the plans of the D-Masters and myself, General Darkamon, will be annihilated.� |
| �I say we touch it.� �You could lose your hand. Do you want to lose your hand, little one?� Ethan and Twizzmon were standing a couple of metres away from the dome of orange light, contemplating what they should do to reach the object inside. By now it was late afternoon, and the sun was close to setting, casting an orange glow over the crater that matched that of the dome, and the clay beneath Ethan and Twizzmon�s feet. Ethan shrugged. �If I lose my hand I always have the other one.� �I heard you useless humans could only do most things with one of your hands.� Twizzmon said. �Just make sure that�s not the hand you lose.� �Well, that�s true. But I�m an exception to that rule, Twizzmon.� �How so?� He grinned back at her. �I�m ambidextrous.� �Ambidextrous?� She asked. �Yeah.� Ethan said. �I can use both hands.� Twizzmon smiled. �Trying to impress me, Ethan?� �I don�t try to impress. It usually happens on its own.� Ethan grinned at her. �Like it�s happening now. How about that? We only just met and you�re in love with me already.� �But it�s not happening now.� Twizzmon shot back, waving a hand calmly. �You can do things with both hands? A lot of Digimon can do that, including me. Silly Ethan. Your cheap attempts to score points with me aren�t working.� �Score points with you?� Ethan said. He chuckled. �Don�t get ahead of yourself. I was merely making a remark about how much you love me. But this discussion is asinine. Let�s just do what we set out to do.� �Yes, let�s hurry up and lose one of our hands.� Twizzmon remarked. �You know, while we�re still young.� Ethan reached out to touch the strangely glowing sphere; a loud buzzing noise came from over the treetops. Twizzmon and Ethan both turned and saw three Snimon fly over the crater, their large insect bodies casting ominous shadows over them as they flew in a circle above the duo like vultures waiting for their prey to die, their wings creating a loud, low humming noise. �Leave these guys to me.� Twizzmon muttered. �Twizzmon, there are three of them!� �I know. Three against one isn�t fair.� Twizzmon grinned. �Not for them, anyway.� One of the Snimon swooped down at Ethan, blade ready to slice the young man in half. �Pyrokinesis!� The small Digimon cried, releasing a ball of fire from her hand at the large bug. It hissed in annoyance when the ball hit, and turned its attention to Twizzmon. �Yes�� Twizzmon muttered. �Come on. I won�t bite.� Her eyes gleamed with mischievous arrogance. �But when you see what I will do, biting will be the least of your worries.� The Snimon now descended, down, towards Twizzmon, blade held high, the metallic crescent gleaming in the light of the late afternoon Digital World sun. It slashed. She dodged; sidestepped to her right as the blade flew past. �Gaeakinesis!� She cried loudly, throwing an arm upwards; a huge mass of sod detached itself from the crater and hit the ten-foot tall insectoid in the abdomen. Twizzmon looked up at the other two Snimon. They were now flying towards Ethan, arms above their heads, ready to attack. �Ethan, look out!� She called to him. �Aerokinesis!� With her psychic talents, Twizzmon created an air current, parallel to the ground, that struck the left flank of the Snimon behind Ethan, throwing it off balance somewhat. But Twizzmon was horrified to see that she couldn�t protect Ethan from the second foe. �Relax, Twizzmon.� Ethan calmly stated, pulling a pair of handguns from his jacket, twirling them around his index fingers like a western movie star, and training them on the Snimon�s head. �I�ll take care of it.� With these nonchalant words, Ethan opened fire on the oversized bug, unloading round after round, systematically, into the Snimon�s flesh. Each of the ball bearings did little damage, but with his superior marksmanship skills Ethan managed to hit almost the same spot every time as he systematically fired the two guns, first left, then right, effectively accumulating an extreme degree of pain for the creature. �Hey, not bad, for a human.� Twizzmon remarked. She pointed her hand at the Snimon she had knocked down second, who was returning to attack Ethan. �Pyrokinesis!� The fireball hit the Snimon, and it was once again fazed, preventing it from attack. Twizzmon smiled in satisfaction, but turned quickly when her precognition, like an alarm in her mind, warned her of an attack from behind. The Snimon she had winded had returned to flight and was ready to slice her. �Buzz Shocker!� �Trident Flame!� Twizzmon was saved by a bolt of electricity and a string of red-hot flames. Tridemon and Shocamon appeared behind the giant bug, Shocamon wearing a resolute face, Tridemon with his trident at the ready. Sam and Tim were nearby. In the commotion, their arrival escaped Twizzmon and Ethan�s attention. �We may be old timers but we can still pull our weight.� Sam said. �That�s something you youngsters have got to appreciate.� �Twizzmon, protect Ethan! We�ll handle one of these!� Tim told her. Twizzmon held her head in her hand. �How embarrassing, being helped by a pair of incontinent old men.� �Excuse me! We are not incontinent!� Sam cried. �Alright, Sam. Don�t get your nappy in a twist.� Twizzmon ran at one of the two Snimon near Ethan and attacked it with another fireball. Ethan, meanwhile, struck the third Snimon with a full body charge while it was still stunned by his gunfire. Twizzmon jumped onto Ethan�s shoulder and held up her palms: �Aerokinesis!� She created a huge gust of wind that pushed the Snimon further back. Ethan glanced at Twizzmon, smiled, and replaced his firearms. He took a step towards the small dome of energy, an action that lead Twizzmon to jump back to the ground. �Where are you going?� The Digimon asked. �I�m going to lose one of my hands now.� He said. �Twizzmon, cover me.� �Fine, it�s done.� Twizzmon took a protective step back towards Ethan as the two Snimon closed in on the pair. Ethan put a hand up and tentatively touched the strange sphere of light. A strange emblem appeared where his hand touched it; it was a circle, dissected by a line, with four small triangles pointing towards it. To Ethan�s surprise, when the emblem disappeared, the light of the dome flowed into the small object in the dome�s centre. Ethan went and picked up this object; meanwhile, Twizzmon was struggling to hold of the Snimon using air and fire attacks. When Ethan touched the small oval it glowed with a light, the same hue that it had absorbed. Turning it in his hands, Ethan realised it was an egg with two strange spikes projecting from it, one smaller than the other, and carrying the same emblem he had seen earlier. He then realised his D3 device, which he had clipped to his belt, was reacting to the strange egg. He held the Digital Egg � Digi-egg � up to the D3. In a brilliant ray of white light the D3 seemed to absorb the Digi-egg! Remarkably, the egg appeared on the Digivice�s screen. Then, something extraordinary happened to Twizzmon. She had become a spooky white silhouette. �Twizzmon Armour Digivolve to�� Under the light�s ethereal influence, Twizzmon grew to about ten-feet tall, a height rivalling that of the Snimon. The light disappeared, unveiling a Digimon that was similar to Twizzmon, being humanoid and covered in soft tawny fur, and a tuft of cream fur on her abdomen, but this Digimon had strange armour covering her arms, which were considerably more muscular than Twizzmon�s, as were her legs, which ended with three clawed toes. On her head was a strange helmet that covered her entire face, including her eyes, and from the side of this came two small ears. From the back of the helmet came a tuft of hair. Finally, flowing behind her like the dorsal fin of a fish, swaying softly in the Digiworld breeze was a long, tawny tail, that was almost as long as this Digimon was tall. Striking a defensive pose, this Digimon announced its name: �Telekemon!� �Telekemon?� Ethan repeated, clipping his D3 to his belt, and smiling. �Not bad.� �Wow!� Shocamon uttered, looking at Telekemon. Tridemon and the Snimon they had been fighting were also staring at the new arrival. �She looks awesome!� Telekemon examined herself. �Oh my.� She muttered. �Oh my.� She repeated, running her hands over her body. �Just when I thought I couldn�t get any more gorgeous, look what happens.� She looked over her shoulder and examined her back. �Wow. Look at my beautiful new body.� She held her tail and stroked it lovingly. �Look at my new tail. It�s so long and sexy. I could get used to this.� One of the Snimon roared in frustration. Telekemon scowled at him. �Could you try some patience? I�m busy admiring myself here.� But the Snimon apparently didn�t know patience. Forward it charged, blade ready, aimed at Telekemon�s neck. Telekemon had gone back to staring at her tail and seemingly hadn�t noticed the Snimon. But then, just as the Snimon was about to decapitate her, she disappeared, much to the bewilderment of the titanic insect, and reappeared a split second later on the other side of the second Snimon. She was still examining her tail, but now her gaze moved to her legs, and she began running her hands over her thighs. �Oh my�� She muttered. �My legs�they�re so toned, yet still slender and sexy.� Ethan was chuckling, arms folded, eyebrows raised, highly amused by the indifferent behaviour of his Digimon. The second Snimon had now turned and was poised to stab Telekemon, but before he could she disappeared again, reappearing between the two green insectoids. She now ran a hand over her right buttock. �This is quite possibly the nicest ass I�ve ever seen.� She slapped it. �Oh yeah. I�m the sexiest Digimon in the Digiworld. In fact, if I were anyone other than myself, I�d want me so badly.� The first Snimon now turned and raised his scythe ready to move in a downward slicing motion. Telekemon, however, raised her hand and, with her telekinesis, managed to halt the blade in midair. �Of course, I�m more than a pretty face.� With these words she threw the Snimon over her shoulder with her psychic powers, and it landed on its back on the hard clay beneath them. Telekemon teleported near the Snimon that Shocamon and Tridemon had been fighting: it and the third Snimon flew at Telekemon with great speed. Telekemon, meanwhile, was still marvelling at her new body. �This is the most perfect body in existence.� She was stroking her arms. �My arms are strong but still thin and feminine. I�m lovely, really.� The Snimon moved their scythes aside, ready to cut Telekemon in two. But at the last second, she teleported nearby. �Heads up!� She shouted at them. When the two Snimon collided head-on, she giggled. �Oh well. I tried to warn them.� The third Snimon had returned to flight and went to slash Telekemon. She teleported nearby at the last second. The bug turned and attempted to cut her again; she teleported again. �You do know the point of the fight is to hit me, right?� Now all three Snimon had returned to their battle positions and prepared to attack. Telekemon calmly raised a hand at the Snimon she had been dodging, and using him as a missile she pushed the other two large bugs into the wall of the crater. �Time to finish this.� She raised both of her hands, and in front of it appeared a bright ring of light adorned with several strange symbols. In the middle of this ring a ball was beginning to form. �PsychoKeno Flash!� The ball flew forward, toward the three giant insects, leaving behind it a bright yellow trail, which cast a great light over the entire crater, forcing the rest of the Digidestined to cover their eyes. The ball hit the three Snimon, and the force of the attack blew them into smithereens. Telekemon lowered her hands slowly and smiled. �Is that it?� She said sounding disappointed. She shrugged. �Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.� Telekemon glowed and shrunk back to her Twizzmon form, and from the middle of her chest flew an orange orb of light. This found its way to Ethan�s internal jacket pocket, and here he felt a sudden weight fall into his jacket, as if an object had just been inserted. Ethan checked his pocket, and sure enough he found a strange device, coloured a metallic grey and flat, covered in strange buttons and symbols, with a flip-up cover that protected a small screen. He found the power switch and turned it on. The words �D-TERMINAL� appeared on the display, followed, to his incredulity, by his name. �D�Terminal?� He muttered. �That was a blast.� Twizzmon said, approaching Ethan, her hands on the back of her head. �Though it was over too quickly. Typical.� �Hey, Ethan! Twizzmon!� The pair saw Sam, Tim and their Digimon approaching. �Hark, the Pension Brigade approaches!� Twizzmon said with her usual cocky grin. �You guys were awesome!� Shocamon cried. �No, Sparky. I was awesome.� Twizzmon said. �I guess you don�t feel so sexy now you�re back to plain old Twizzmon, huh?� Ethan said �Is that what you think, Ethan?� Twizzmon asked, running her paw through her fur. �It doesn�t matter what body I�m in. I�m always sexy. Though I have to admit, that body was amazing.� �How did you survive the fall from that cliff, Ethan?� Sam asked him. �Yes, Ethan, how did you survive the fall?� Twizzmon asked mockingly. Ethan glanced down at his Digimon, and then grinned. ��Magic!� He finally answered. �Magic my sexy little arse.� Twizzmon muttered. She rolled her eyes. �Hey Ethan.� Tim said. �I�m really proud. You�re gonna be a great Digidestined.� Ethan chuckled. �I know. Thanks, Uncle Tim.� �Digidestined!� A voice cried. �What now?� Ethan asked, looking up to the opposite end of the crater. Two figures stood on the bank of the crater, but the late afternoon sun was shining directly over their heads, casting a shadow over their faces and obscuring their identity from the six friends, though Ethan knew that one of them was definitely another Snimon. The other figure was tall and humanoid, with what appeared to be two large wings on its back. �Uh?� Twizzmon opened her eyes wide, then squinted. �That�s weird. That tall Digimon there, I�m not picking up any brainwaves from him at all!� �Maybe your powers aren�t working?� Tridemon suggested. �My powers are working perfectly!� Twizzmon snapped at him. �This is our new secret weapon, intended to wipe you out!� The Snimon said. �Long live General Darkamon! Long live the D-Masters! Go, secret weapon! Attack!� The �secret weapon� stepped into the light of the crater, and the shadow covering its face dissolved. The true identity of the Digimon was revealed. Sam, Tim, Tridemon and Shocamon all looked up at it in shock. �No!� Sam cried. �I can�t believe it�is it really him, Shocamon?� �Yeah�it�s really him, Tridemon.� �This is bad. This is very bad.� Tim muttered. |
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