Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, never have and I never will. Don’t sue me because I’m writing this; sue me because you can...

Ok, to set the scene, we’re following Jerry around a little. This is the last two thirds of the first chapter, and I'd like tothank Ruby Mae and Jerad Head for the reviews, and anyone else who reviewed.

Government Confines

Bright Light: Part II

Jerry woke, his mind reeling. He blinked. It was cold and dark. Shadows from near by buildings gave the area a rather unsettling feel. The air was thin as well. Jerry struggled for breath. He stood.

“Are you all right,” someone asked. Jerry turned around. He would have screamed if it hadn’t been for such a thin atmosphere.

The owner of the voice was large. It was plated in what looked to be steel, with a few wires snaking in and out of his body. Two massive cannons arched from his back and over its shoulders. “Are you all right,” it asked again.

Jerry pinched himself. Where am I? He pinched himself again. It hurt. Damn. “Who are you?” The words barely came out.

“I am Mech.”

“Mech,” he panted. “As in mechanical?” Mech nodded. “What are you?” Despite the lack of oxygen, Jerry continued his questioning.

“You are human,” its deep voice said. “What is your name?

“Jerry Young,” the boy replied. “What are you?”

“I am a digital monster.” Mech stood to his full height. “I am a Machinedramon and I welcome you to District Eighteen of the Digital World.”

“Well,” Jerry took a step forward, “how did I get here? Do you know?”

“No.”

“Do you at least know how to get me back home?”

“You can’t go back,” Mech answered. “You don’t exist there anymore.” The human looked shocked, and slumped back down to the cold floor. “You are the freedom of the Digital World.”

Jerry shrugged and acknowledged his defeat. “Alright,” he stated, “I’m stuck here.” He thumbed his chin for a moment, thinking. “Can we at least go someplace warmer?”

“No,” Mech replied. “You will be killed if you leave here in your present form. I don’t know the legend as well as others, but I do know that it says you have to be one with your partner.”

Jerry started pacing. “What does that mean? To be one with my partner?”

“Yes,” Mech agreed, “that is a good question.”

“It could mean that I become a Digimon too.” Mech let out a low rumble that Jerry guessed was a laugh. “At least I took a chance!” He was slowly beginning to be accustomed the very thin air. “You don’t talk much,” he said.

“Should I?”

Jerry shrugged and sighed again. “Do you want to do this now, or shall we wait?” Suddenly, in the blink of an eye and a blinding light, Jerry was gone.

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Michel woke in a cold sweat. He breathed heavily in the dark room. “Mom,” he called. “Mom.” No answer came. He climbed out of bed and walked over to his door.

Voices; there were voices coming from the other side. One was his mother’s, but the other was unfamiliar. It sounded angry.

“Where is he,” the strange voice bellowed. “He’s mine, now where is he!”

“You’re not getting him,” his mother retorted. “I won custody of him fair and square.” She screamed in pain.

Michel peeked under the door. His mother was holding her face. The other was a tall man in a leather jacket.

“I have a restraining order against you,” she said sternly. “Now get out before I call the police!”

“I won’t leave until I get my son.” The man pulled something from his pocket.

“A gun! You brought a gun into my…” BANG, the shot was deafening.

Michel screamed as his mother dropped to the floor. His father heard him and moved toward the door. The door opened and he walked through.

His face was cracked and he smelt of alcohol. “Get up,” he said. Michel did so, catching a glimpse of his dying mother. Blood was beginning to pool around her.

“Michel,” she screamed in fear for her son. “MICHEL! RUN!” her last words were choked. Then she lay lifeless on the floor.

“Move,” his drunken father yelled. “Now go toward the door.” The boy did as he was told.

His mother’s words were resounding in his head. Ok. The gears in his young head were turning. He was thinking clearly; his mother was just killed and the one who did it was going to do the same to him. He ran.

BOOM. A shot was fired at a now vacant spot on the floor. Michel ran down the stars, two at a time, and out the front door. BOOM. The man fired again. Lights from the neighbors’ homes were switching on.

Michel tripped. Before he knew it, the drunkard was on top of him with the gun in his face.

“Leave him alone,” a voice came from behind. He turned around to see a man in night cloths with a shotgun aimed at him. “Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head.”

“No,” Michel’s father said. He stood up and dusted himself off. “I won’t.” He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

One hour later…

Michel sat alone at the police station. He had spent the last hour recalling the events that had just took place. Currently he was sipping a cup of cocoa. That was when something caught his eye. One of the various computers in the area was flashing. With his curiosity peaked, he clicked the mouse. The glass of cocoa hit the floor and shattered as Michel slipped out of the Real World.

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"“Youch!” There was a startled yell. Something heavy had just landed on a Garurumon’s tail. He turned to see Michel looking sheepishly up at him. “Hello,” he said warmly.

“Hi,” was his answer.

To Michel, he appeared friendly enough. He had no clue what this creature was, but somehow felt comfortable around it. It’s not everyday one sees an albino wolf bigger than a car; let alone one that can talk.

“Uh hmm…” it grunted, “Would you mind getting off my tail?” Michel obliged. “Thanks. Ya know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Digimon like you before.”

“Digimon?” The young human was getting confused.

“You’re not a Digimon,” he asked with a curious look. “That would make you a human than… Name’s Garth. You?”

“I’m Michel.”

“You can’t be that old for a human,” Garth pondered. That was when he noticed the look on Michel’s face, and his tears. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.

“Sorry,” Garth apologized. “I think I know something that’ll cheer you right up, though.” Michel looked up expectantly. “You are going to help save the world.” This did nothing to improve Michel’s mood. He continued to sniffle and cry. “Don’t tell me you never wanted a dog,” Garth attempted to make a joke.

He succeeded in making to human smile a little. He took a paw and dried Michel’s tears.

“Yeah, I like dogs,” Michel said innocently. “I always wanted one, but mom said I couldn’t have one, though.”

“I always wanted a human, too.”

Then, Michel was gone in a flash, just like Jerry.

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Alice opened her eyes. The sky was clear, except for a few bands of wispy vapor circling the sun. Why am I outside? She sat up. Much to her disappointment, the grounds she sat on revealed nothing as to her whereabouts. Where is this?

“So you’re a human,” a feminine voice inquired. “The call me Casey.”

Alice twisted herself around. She smiled at what was there. She (Alice assumed) appeared to be a black version of Patrick (not that either of them knew that).

“I’ve never had a dream like this before,” Alice said, smirking as her mind went to work.

“What dream,” Casey asked. “This isn’t a dream. If you want, I can pinch you and prove it…” She sat down next to Alice: her legs were crossed.

“That,” Alice said promptly, “won’t be necessary.” She sighed before looking over to Casey’s curious eyes. “If this isn’t a dream, than what are you?”

“A Digimon.” That was what she was looking for. A quick answer and Alice took out a pen and paper. “What are you doing?”

“Taking notes.”

“What for?”

“For writing,” Alice looked up. “This could make and interesting story of some kind.” She returned her focus to her paper. “Where are we and what’s a Digimon?”

“This is the Digital World, District Twelve.” Casey looked over the human girl’s shoulder.

“What’d you say Digimon meant again?” Alice was fully engrossed in her notes.

“It’s short for digital monster. I’m a BlackExVeemon.”

“I could see a lot of good things coming out of this,” Alice commented. Alice was now writing like mad, not taking any time to face her companion. “Books, magazines, TV shows…”

“Huh,” Casey looked confused. “You can’t go back to the Real World, you don’t exist there.”

Finally Alice looked up. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“You can’t exist in two worlds at once.” Alice’s expression said everything: Oh shit. “Yeah, I’d feel that way too.”

“Damn—Why am I here than?” Alice dropped her paper. “All I did was shut down my computer. Damn.”

Casey shrugged. “I think you’re going to free us.”

“Free you?”

“Yeah,” Casey verified. “That’s why you’re here. The government sucks bad. They tried to disprove the legends, but we still believe that you humans can help.”

“Yea,” Alice said sarcastically. “There go my plans for fame and fortune. This bites.” She picked up her paper and shoved it into her pocket. “What do I do now?”

“The legends say that we’re to become one,” Casey put forth her knowledge of the legend. “I think we should do it now before someone sees you.”

“Do what?” Alice still had that same expression, only now with a little anger present. “Become one? I don’t even know what you mean by that!”

“We become one person,” Casey replied calmly. “At least I think that’s what it means.”

Alice stared at her Digimon, then to herself, then back at Casey. “I don’t think I like the idea of looking like you. But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Wonderful.” The flash passed again. When it left, it took Alice’s body with it.

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There you have it. The second half of Government Confines is completed. All I can say is that I’m glad that this didn’t go over like a lead brick. R&R, and thanks a lot for the reviews.