Here is my first fanfiction. It is a digimon fanfiction. I tend ti break from canon, so I hope you like it. Also, this is my first fanfiction, so be harsh. I am not one of those people who will get upset at criticism. arning, I may play on steretypes a little. I don't actually believe them, so don't complain. Please.
Chapter 1:
-Somewhere unknown. September 17. 12:00 P.M.-
Eight shadowed figures stood in the room. The only light was an oil lamp lying by a blueprint on a wooden table. The blueprints showed odd machines shaped like a half-pear. “Are you sure this will work?” One of the figures asked in a gruff voice.
“It better work.” A deep voice said with a slight hum.
“If it doesn’t then we are dead.” A feminine voice said.
“Is everything ready?” A feminine voice cawed, literally.
“I got my part done.” A high pitched voice replied.
“All is good on my part.” An angelic voice said.
“Mine too.” A more masculine, but still angelic, voice said.
“Then let’s get this started” A beastly voice growled.
A red light appeared on the blueprints, contained on one spot. It was followed by yellow, green, pink, blue, white, dark yellow and dark blue ones. Machines like the ones in the blueprints appeared within the lights. The lights faded, and so did the machines within.
“You think this will work?” The growling voice asked.
“I don’t know.” The gruff voice said.
“It will.” The first angelic voice said calmingly.
“I am sure of it.” The other angelic voice said.
-Grass town, North Carolina. September 15. 3:55 P.M.-
A girl in her early teens wandered down a street. She was about four and half feet tall with a green shirt and skirt, brown hair, and a green beret. She passed a young man and stopped walking. She walked back until she was next to him. She looked over the boy. He was almost a foot and a half taller than her. His hair was blonde and he was wearing a black shirt with a skull and crossed sabers. He was wearing blue jeans and black sneakers.
“What?” They boy asked her.
“Hi. What is your name?” The girl asked.
“Bernard. Now please, go away.” Bernard answered.
“Mine is Pat.” Pat said holding out her hand.
“Okay.” Bernard said bored, ignoring Pat’s hand.
“Well?” Pat said shaking her hand once.
“Well what?” Bernard asked, yawning.
“I put out my hand.” Pat shook her hand again.
“So?” Bernard put his hands into his pockets.
“Shake it.” Pat said.
“Whatever.” Bernard took out his hand and shook Pat’s, seeing that she wouldn’t go otherwise.
“What are those?” Pat asked looking at Bernard’s wrists.
“What these?” Bernard said holding up his hands. Around his wrists were metal bands. “These are to make sure I don’t cut my wrists.”
“Why do you need those to make sure you don’t cut your wrists? I have never cut mine, and I don’t need anything to make sure I don’t.”
“Why do you ask so many questions? Anyway, I used to cut them on purpose. Before you ask why, I just wanted to escape the chains of life. It didn’t work well, so I gave it up long before I actually started wearing these.” Bernard said as Pat’s eyes widened.
“That is so sad.” Pat said. “Want a cookie?” She asked pulling a chocolate chip cookie out of her pocket.
Bernard sighed. “Okay.” He replied as he grabbed the cookie. “Thanks.” He walked off.
Pat started walking behind him, but he turned into an alley and disappeared.
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A boy and girl were sitting in a classroom. The boy was tall and dark. He had black hair and wore an old-style suit. This was Clyde Simpson. The girl was average height and had a light tan. She wore a grey sweater and pants. Her name was Bonnie Lux. Bonnie and Clyde were currently serving detention for the fifth day that week. They were in for spray painting lockers with an image of themselves.
“What were you to thinking?” The detention teacher, a young Asian woman fresh out of college, asked the two. “You even painted yourselves, giving it away so easily.”
“And? I thought it looked good.” Clyde asked with a slight southern accent.
“We were going to be found out either way. Might as well have it look better than just words.” Bonnie said with an accent matching Clyde’s.
“Well, yeah. If it weren’t graffiti I would have to tell you that it was really good. I mean, I do that for all the students, but wow.” The teacher said.
“Look, Lucy. We don’t care.” Bonnie said.
“That is Ms. Diamonds to you. I am a teacher after all.” Ms. Diamond said.
“Teacher or not, we just have an hour left. Just leave us alone why don’t you.” Clyde said.
Ms. Diamonds was about to say something, but shook her head and sat in her chair. Then, she started talking. “I would give you detention, but you have had detention every school day this year already. I doubt it would make a difference.”
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“Okay, you guys know this play perfectly.” A coach in his mid-thirties said to the team of boys standing in the locker room. “Now, let’s get out there and win this game.”
“I am so pumped.” One of the boys, a black boy of about six feet said. He jogged next to his best friend on the team, Leslie George.
“I couldn’t care less. You know I am only on this to help build up my strength and get my mom to leave me alone about doing something social.” Leslie replied. He was Irish with a large amount of freckles and frizzy, orange hair.
“Oh.” The other boy said rubbing his chin. “I remember that now.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t try to win though. Okay Steve?” Leslie said.
“Okay.” Steve said jogging out onto the field.
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“I can’t believe it.” A teenage girl said to her friend. They were at the food court of the local mall. The girl had long blonde hair and wore a brown shirt with a cartoon monkey on it blowing a raspberry.
“It’s true.” The other girl said. She had white hair and wore the same shirt as her friend.
“I cannot believe it.” The first girl said.
“It’s true.” Her friend insisted.
“No way Carol.” She replied.
“Yes way Jamie.” Carol said.
“Who would think they would break up?” Jamie said
“No one that is why it is so hard to believe.” Carol’s head moved to the side a little. Jamie turned around and saw a man in his early twenties working a taco stand.
“Wow.” Jamie said.
“I know.” Carol replied, her eyes widening.
“No, look.” Jamie said pointing past the taco stand.
“What?” Carol asked, not moving her head in the slightest.
“I don’t know.” Jamie said getting up. She left the mall, Carol following a few yards behind. Eight lights flew through the sky. A red, a yellow, a green, a pink, a blue, a white, a dark yellow and a dark blue one. The pink and dark blue ones turned off into some part of the city. The dark yellow and white flew off towards the school. The yellow and green flew towards the local sports center. And the red and blue ones came flying at Carol and Jamie.
To be continued…



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