Sorry I'm a week late but after the 27th of this month I should hopefully be updating on a more frequent basis as 3/4 of my deadlines will be over.
To those who submitted oc's , don't worry, this is a very long story and they will all appear sooner or later.
To the older readers, its good to hear from you guys again. I can't thank you enough for the support over the last year.
Over the course of the last two weeks, I've been sent messages asking for my opinion on advice for other writers. I'm incredibly flattered by this and have tried my best to reply with good advice whenever I can. I have to point out, i'm not perfect, I make mistakes but I will happily help anytime I can so feel free to message me anytime.
On a side note for those on N.O.D.
Alex, happy now? I updated :P.
Trace, we need to catch up more.
Leya, where on earth have you gone? :(
Elegon, we really need to talk more :P
To all, I hope you read, enjoy and review. I love to hear what you think, good and bad.
He was one man sat amongst many. Damp humid air and stale cigarette smoke. A squeaky half broken yellow leather chair that didn't recline that properly protested against his weight. A shattered table defaced with thousands of coffee and tea rings. He was more interested in the musty steel walls around him rusting with no end. The D.I.R.T real world Odaiba headquarters, a group of Digidestined charged with taking care of high risk missions around the world such as Armagedonnmon. Contained inside the rackety warehouse sat a group of the world's most powerful Digidestined.
Serious banter floated around him. It was boring into his head like a diamond tipped drill. He didn't want to be here. This wasn't right. He kept his hands clenched in front of him, holding his face up on his chin with a slightly shadow of stubble. His medium length black hair sat perfectly across his lightly tan skin. He'd been away from home for too long.
"What do you think, Trace?" He looked up, his green eyes studying the random Digidestined who had just posed the questions. He barely bothered to study him and instead sat back in the chair, his athletic build stretching against his green t-shirt. He glancds down at a coffee stain on his light brown combat trousers lined with pockets, filled with valuable equipment. He'd been careless, his mind drifting away into a cosmos of endless thought and possibilities. The weight of his Digivice had never felt heavier. Trace Hinata, leader of the Digidestined in Florida, figurehead of the American Digidestined.
"Why does it matter what I think?" Trace answered darkly in his American accent. The numerous other Digidestined leaders looked back at him. Trace felt exposed for that second. Not for the numerous eyes upon him, but for the chair that sat empty beside him. The chair of Taichi Kamiya.
"You know him best. You know the dark one the best out of all of us!" The older boy replied. Every member around table seized up in anticipation. Trace's eyes fell upon the liar. His eyes ignited in a flame of rage. Rage fuelled by hesitation to accept the truth.
"His name is Will. Will Murphy!" Trace spat back at the older Digidestined. "He is not the dark one, he is my friend!" Trace felt his muscles tightened, all the training in mixed martial arts urging him to use it to defend his friends name. No, they weren't friends. Comrades. Brothers of war. They were family with bonds forged in the deepest chaos, held fast with the mixture of chaos and compassion. A family with four others who had stood by one another in the darkest hours of humanity and Digimon alike. Elegon Blaze. Alex Dowski. Leya Hayato. Trace Hinata. Will Murphy. A family of Digidestined that was forged against all the odds.
"I'll tell you about him." Trace started before he glanced down at the table. "He is a Digidestined who won't stop till the job is done. He has spilt his own blood in defence of friends and people he has never met. He has faced down the demon sovereign. He was there when the Digimon of space and time fell. He brought down the tribes in the east. He is a Digidestined who has never been beaten because he is so strong and so deadly, people are afraid of his name alone. A man who defied the sovereigns to rescue me and my partner from Dracomon in the Dark Ocean." Trace inhales and shuts his eyes so tight; a single tear runs down his cheek.
"He's my best friend." No one dared utter a word against the declaration of loyalty. The verbal display of just how strong their bonds had become. No one spoke. Twenty Digidestined. Twenty leaders and their second in commands. Leaders from across the entire world. He was the only one who knew Will. The only one willing to stand by him.
"Didn't he attack you just before you he turned? How can you be loyal to him?" Dutch. That's the only detail Trace can make out.
"Friendship isn't defined by a single action. He taught me that." Trace looks up at the unmistakably deep rooted Welsh accent. The man in question was dress entirely in black. Strong black leather jacket , dark red and bright green goggles tied around his right arm. High collar black shirt. Long flowing blonde hair tied back into an elegant pony tail. The only exception being his silver square rimmed glasses. Christian Lindsey. The leader of the Welsh Digidestined and head of the newly establish British Digidestined collation. The very man who had been trained by both Will Murphy and Trace Hinata.
"Fantastic! His best mate and student defending him! This is pointless!" A Canadian Digidestined abruptly stood and left, sending a rotten orange chair to the floor. Trace and Chris glanced at each other and looked away. The entire groups gaze fell upon them, waiting for their next words.
"What do you propose then?" A youthful Gennai asked from the corner of the room. His deceitful eyes never left the group of leaders on the table in front of him. He had called the meeting to discuss the so called, "dark one". Trace and Chris glanced at each other again and nodded.
"We'll find him and take care of him ourselves." Trace announced as they both stood. Gennai folded his arms and waited. No one in the group dared answer or even challenge them. The two of them had proven themselves in battles time and time again, together and apart.
"And if you fail?" Gennai poked at their plan causing everyone to turn and stare. Silence hung heavy in the group.
"If we don't hear from you, in two weeks. Every leader here will bring their entire team against Will. If you two fail, there's no reason for us not to pull our punches. If you two fail, we'll deal with him." A German voice aired the idea. Murmurs of agreement rang out. Trace and the German leader stared at each other, their eyes locked in a wordless duel. Then he saw it, in the German leader's eyes. He held a similar bond with someone just as important. It wasn't a death threat; it was an offer of peace of mind. Trace stood and extended his hand. The German Digidestined blinked once and copied and the two shook hands tightly across the table.
"It's settled. Two weeks is the time limit. If Trace Hinata and Christian Lindsey fail, the world will unite against Will Murphy." Gennai bowed his head and turned to leave the room. The leaders began to follow suit. Trace and Chris stared at each other and nodded. This wasn't a meeting or discussion. It was a council of war.
Repetitive key strokes echoed across the dimly lit room as rain poured down outside the D.I.R.T base. Darkness snaked around the corners of the room, hiding all manners of secrets willing to creep up upon the unsuspecting Digidestined. The hypnotic sound of the heavens misery lulled the young Digidestined to an easy slumber but he forced himself to carry on. Bags had grown under his eyes from the stress of the past few days. Trace rubbed his face slowly to wash away any trace of sleep. He glanced sideways at the large army like rucksack packed to the brim beside him. The irritating vibration of his phone caught him off guard and the sudden source of noise caused him to glare at his phone. He smiles as he reads the simple letters across the screen.
"Jessie." He reaches for the small red phone and answers it.
"So you're going to do it?" Her angelic voice floated through to him. For just a second he savoured the sound of her voice, his salvation, his love.
"Yeah." A simply reply. She knew what was about to happen. Jessie and Will had been good friends almost as long as he and Will had.
"Bring him back safe k? You too! You better come back in one piece!" Jessie's voice strained. Trace smiled meekly. She cared about them both and they had arrived at the same conclusion, Will was a friend in need, not an enemy. Trace replied with a slightly laugh and she giggled once. He could tell, she was fighting back tears.
"When does Chris get there?" She asked with a slightly sob. Trace shut his eyes and inhaled deeply as he tried to stay strong for them both. His eyes found the clock high on the far end of the room, held up by a crooked nail. He and Will had nearly killed themselves fixing the clock up there. He smiled as he could see faint outlines of the memory playing out in the darkness.
"Trace, keep it steady alright?" Will called out as he stretched up on a small step ladder. Trace rolled his eyes in response.
"Pass me the hammer?" Will requested. Trace bent down to pick up the hammer off the floor, removing his hand from the cool white metal of the step ladder. An explosion rang out across the brightly lit warehouse and something slammed into the ladder. Will's eyes went wide as he toppled backwards, his hands stretching out to grab anything to save himself. Trace barely turned in time to try and catch the falling warrior. Will crashed into Trace and the two went hurtling to the floor as the step ladder slammed into a table beside them sending tools everywhere in a scattered chaotic mess. Will and Trace slowly rolled away from each other in painful movements. Will stayed on all fours whilst he glanced at Trace, still on his back on the hard cold cement floor.
"How much do you weigh?" Trace asked in a pained tone. Will coughed.
"Cheeky git." The pair smiled for a moment before a tiny whisper interrupted them.
"I was never here." Will looked up the see Taichi slowly backing out of the room with a red and white soccer ball in his hands. Will growled and shouted something at the Japanese Digidestined as he leapt to his feet and quickly leapt over a table and took off running after the boy with wild hair. Trace continued to lie on his back, the cold floor soothing his back. His eyes watched the marvel of their wonky white clock somehow defying gravity.
Chris silently entered the room, dropping a similar sized bag next to Trace's. He nodded to the American Digidestined who was on the phone and for a moment he was tempted to stop what they planned. He wanted to race home, half way across the world and spend a few moments with his girlfriend. His eyes watched the rain pour down across the city from the small misted window and he was reminded of home. No, his mentor…his friend needed him. It was raining the day, one year ago, when he realised what type of man Will was.
Sections of a city floated all around them as they raced ahead on a makeshift road built of red bricks and glass. A colossus of metal poured down from the sky, striking the earth and raining down in sparks and flame. Small houses floating miles above the ground. A modern silver artistic building floated away slowly being pulled apart at the seams. Metal cried out in anguish, protesting against the strain placed on its physical strength. Rain poured down, washing away any blood spilt by the group of young adults. Chris led the charge towards the spiralling tower of pitch black bewitching light that tore a city from the real world into the real world. He looked around and found comfort he was flanked by his team, his best friends. His confidence grew as he saw two faces new to his friends, Will and Trace running in the middle of the group, their Digimon partners flying or racing alongside them.
"They're getting closer! We can't outrun them forever!" One of Chris's friends cried out. Huge forces of Digimon were bearing down on them as they raced towards their long awaited final confrontation. Chis felt his heart weaken, the size of the enemy Digimon force was like nothing he'd ever seen. He'd always spoken out against his enemy, denouncing him as a god. How could one being have this much power over so many? They were so close! Just a stone's throw away now! They couldn't fall here; too many people were depending on them. They needed to win, they had to make it! Chris clenched his eyes shut, desperately trying to form a plan. The weight of his goggles felt like a metal bar strapped to his head, he had to save everyone!
"You lot better keep your promises!" Trace shouted with slightly joy in his voice as he stopped and turned.
"You're the ones who need to be hero's now!" Will did the same and stood alongside Trace, their backs to the group. The group stopped shortly after and Chris jogged back but was stopped by Will's words as Will gave them a thumbs up without even turning.
"You're the heroes of this story. We'll handle these clowns." Will lowered his hand to his belt and gripped his Digivice. Trace began to do the same but he looked over his shoulder and nodded.
"Get going! We'll see you later!" Trace and Will stood side by side, their partners floating above them. Chris grinned and nodded, urging his group forward towards their final battle.
Chris sighed as he watched the rain fall whist he stroked a scar on his right forearm from the battle with a false god. A mark of his achievements. He promised Will he'd return the favour someday. He never broke his word, not too his friends. Chris looked over and Trace nodded as he readied the Digi port. Chris picked up his bag and advanced towards the computer, praying everything would go okay. His gut screamed a different answer.
Shadow and flame burnt relentless and savagely across the small town. Buildings fell and the smell of rotten wood mixed with sulphur sat heavily in the air. Flames reached higher and higher as nothing but black ash littered the ground. Specks of left over data from the carnage floated away and shattered into even tinier pieces. The screams of terror from the violence were over, replaced now by the groaning of the wood that failed to hold back the flames. A single figure walked through the town, smiling. Will effortlessly carried the large artefact across one shoulder baring no thought to the dangerous amber flames around him. His smile wide and bright, his eyes dark and dangerous like pools of shadow with rings of amber flame surrounding them.
"Good job pal!" He cried out sarcastically before bursting into laughter. His partner materialised next to him, floating a few feet off the ground. Tarnished and corrupted blue armour. Dull red dying cape. Bored yellow eyes. Broken rusted gold trimming across the armour. The Digital symbols long since faded. His white main from his helmet torn and broken. The head of a dying wolf, several teeth missing and his eyes now dulled, sat upon his right shoulder guard. Warrior Strikemon, the very image of a dying knight that rotted with every movement, nothing more than a mere shade of his former glory. He simply grunts in response. The town had been set up by Alex Dowski as a refugee point and fortress to protect the vault. Neither of these reasons stopped Will and Warrior Strikemon laying it to waste before Alex. The sound of the cracking flames became their only sound track as they made their too the gate of the village. As the crumbling gate came into view the fire roared and leapt at Warrior Strikemon. A golden warrior hidden in the flame tackled Warrior Strikemon into a burning building with a mighty crash. Will stopped and squinted.
"Wargreymon?" He turned back to the gate to see a single figure standing, blocking his way.
"Of course! Taichi Kamiya!" Will cried out joyfully as each word dripped with malice. Tai said nothing as embers flew past him, his eyes trained on the small fight. Warrior Strikemon and Wargreymon fought back and forth for a few moments, merely testing each other. Suddenly, the two kicked apart and returned to their partners.
"To what do I owe the pleasure? Oh mighty Taichi." Will bowed his head slightly, a horrific smile spreading across his features. Tai felt his stomach twist and churn as he watched his friends face twist out of recognition.
"Why are you doing this?" Tai's voice bordered on a vile mixture of fear and anger. His heart struggled with the conflicting emotions caused by the scene before him. One of his best friends standing in the middle of the carnage he had created, ripping the life from every single living thing in the town. Not a single trace of guilt was visible on Will's face.
"Oh I love it when you get angry! So passionate!" Will jested. Tai gripped his Digivice.
"Why are you doing this?" Tai bit back the urge to respond to his comment. Will's smile, if possible, grew even more along with the flames behind as if he were a demon controlling them.
"Why not?" Tai's temper flared to an incredibly dangerous level rarely ever seen. He could feel Wargreymon beside him, ready to fight, ready to stop his comrade. Tai's eyes focussed on the artefact Will was carrying, the same one used to stop the "demon sovereign".
"What are you planning?" Tai managed to get out as he body shook with anger. All emotion drained form Will's face and Tai could have sworn he saw Will's eyes flick to a dangerous shade of amber.
"Something that'll save the Digital world. You'll admire it once you see it." Will said without a single hint of emotion or even humanity.
"You've slaughtered thousands of innocents! You can't carry on like this!" Tai's anger broke. There was no other option left. He knew the look on his friend's face, the same look that told him nothing would stop him.
"You intend to stop me?" Will tilted his head and a small, sickeningly sly smile grew. His eyes gleamed with excitement.
"I've always wanted to know. Who was stronger? Taichi, the most famous Digidestined or me, the only Irish Digidestined." Will spoke quietly, barely audible over the crackling flames as he recited his musing.
"Have it your way! Goggle boy!" Will simply tossed the artefact to the floor and raised his fists as Warrior Strikemon pulled free his aged dark blue sword. Wargreymon readied himself as he poised himself to attack at a single command, the flames reflecting across his anger, a symbol of his desire for victory.
"I will stop you. I swear it." Taichi gripped his Digivice as it ignited itself even brighter, the orange shade burning stronger and more passionately than ever before as it erupted into gold shimmers. Embers floated away like dying stars, nothing in comparison to the unequalled light of the miniature sun that was Taichi's Digivice. Without a word or warning, Will and Tai rushed at each other.