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[Kyle Summers]

Fuck! The man was even more enraged than Kyle thought, his adrenaline and rage giving him strength, strength enough to tear out of the shirt that he had firmly grasped in his hands. And he sure could run! Kyle took off after the old man again, but the other man had a very slight head start, and Kyle wasn't trained very much in running at high speeds for a long time. He arrived at the trio just as the digimon fell - the wound across it's back looking quite painful. He got ready to lunge forward to grab the man's wrist and twist it - so f**kif he broke the man's wrist! But he didn't get the time as blue flames erupted from the digimon and hit the old man dead on, the force of the blast hitting the man's chest causing the flames to flood outwards from the man and cover much, much more of the alleyway in blue flame. By this point Kyle had dive dodged to the side, taking cover from the initial burst behind a heap of junk.

When the blast was over he peered out from behind the cover - the smell of charred person hitting him before he could catch sight of the old man, who should most definitely be dead. But Kyle couldn't find it in himself to care about the man right now, he was looking out for Colbie and the victim digimon.

[Colbie Perez]

The old loon was behind Colbie, screaming and raving. She ignored in in favor of the creature she was searching for, who seemed so afraid. What if it was hurt? Her brown eyes roamed the dim alley wildly, until a strange, horned head peered out from behind a trash can. The plump teen cooed soothingly, holding her hand out.The strange creature stopped his mad dash of terror, turning to face her, body a quiver. It was so strange, as if the fur draped across its body was a cloak, not attached to it, gave the appearance of six limbs really. The fur looked incredibly soft, a pearly blue slashed with navy brindles. Large brown eyes stared imploringly back and her, and her heart nearly melted in sympathy. This was no monster!

Is it... is it really okay?

She stared, eyes wide. It really had talked! Or all the excitement was getting to her head. None the less, she nodded her head encouragingly, crouching down to appear smaller. That always helped with kids, why not this strange animal? It looked really freaked out, and who could blame it?

Its fears were confirmed as it shrieked, Colbie turned her head as the man pushed past her once more, she fell on her but on the damp pavement, hissing at the scraping against her bare thighs.

FUDGE IN A HANDBASKET!

She thought, as gleaming glass sliced a red through hide and fur. Like a hungry mouth it gaped, blood seeping crimson into the pelt, staining it an odd purple color. Colbie could only sit there, trembling, mouth open in horror as the man delivered another blow, shirt gone and muscles rippling under withered scared skin.

Finally, instead of taking the abuse, the dog-reptile thing whipped around, jaws gaping open. It shouted something and like the dragons of myth, poured flames from his mouth. Except this fire was blue, curling and blackening the shrieking assaulter. The wave grew, going past its intended target. Colbie gave a shriek of her own, springing to her feet only to drop down again and roll. Her skirt and jacket were singed, but the damage wasn't too bad, not like the guy writhing on the ground in agony. She could only stare, breath coming rapidly and her hands pressed to her face. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening! Tears cam unbidden at the char smell invading her nostrils, oddly like cooked meat.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.THIS MAN IS GOING TO DIE AND THAT BEAST IS GONNA DIE-

Colbie doubled over, throat burning as she vomited. She choked and coughed, heaving until her stomach was empty. Trembling, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, past the point of caring. Shaky as a newborn colt, she wobbled over to Kyle, eyes dull. Voice monotone, she clung to his sleeve as she whispered.

"G-gotta find it. Its hurt. It probably left blood all over...."

Her umber gaze flickered back to the blackened skin of the once fierce man and her warm skin paled visibly as she swayed. Swallowing, mouth still retaining the sour tang of bile, she composed herself. For some reason, she desperately wanted to find that dangerous creature, wrap its wounds up and hug it until it was soothed. She didn't know why, but a trembling hand sought the device she had slipped into her pocket. The screen gleamed white before fading to a dark blue, one lone red dot blinking on the emerald grid. She held it out to Kyle to see.

"Please, this has to help right? Is it a map? We gotta help it."

Voice quavering, chin held up, her eyes gleamed fiercely. She was still shaken, but right now that creature needed her. The man oozing and smelling was probably beyond saving, and her gut coiled at the very idea of helping someone so cruel and malicious for no apparent reason. Hadn't this guy ever seen King Kong or Godzilla? Weird creatures were never out to harm people just because they looked threatening! They just wanted to live too! A single tear was the last she shed as she sniffled.

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Despite what both kids thought about chances of survival of the old man, they were wrong about one thing - he was not yet ready to die. No, he was still alive, and kicking. He caught the flaming gust not with his body, but with hands, and that probably saved his live, else he would have lied on the ground with charred face. Instead, only his hands were burned to the bone. Ho he did not die from pain shock, one has no idea...

- The monsters... the monsters are invading... Like two years ago... We must ... fight back... - he writhed as he struggled to get back up on his feet, which was pretty difficult, now that his hands were both disabled. Two streams of tears went down from his eyes, but not tears of remorse, but those of pain, and anger. You could see it in his eyes - he was not even upset with grievous damage he just suffered, but with the fact the monster got away. Why, why he attacked the creature so viciously, instead of running away scared like other humans?

- This cannot be happening... The nightmare is returning again... Like the last time ... Oh no... - the old man started whimpering again, after he failed to stand up for himself - nobody bothered to help him out, being instead overly concerned with wellbeing of the creature than ran way. Managing to get in a sitting position, he stopped his cries, instead trying to whip the tears away with what once were his hands, char remaining black smudges all over his face. From a third perspective, it was really scary actually - a man, touching his face with charred bones...

What happened two years ago was managed to be silenced, by extraordinary efforts of propaganda. When D-Reaper attacked, most people were evacuated from the city immediately... Most, but not all. Some ... were not, and died. But very few ... survived... They knew little about what actually happened, who was good, and who - bad that day. To them, all were the enemy... It showed...

[Kyle Summers]

Kyle felt for the distraught girl - this scene was probably more traumatising than his own first encounter with digimon. His didn't involve a chargrilled human. He was almost about the grapple her arms and shake her, slightly, to bring her back to herself when Colbie brought out her digivice - the screen showing that holographic grid again.

Please, this has to help right? Is it a map? We gotta help it

Kyle took the girls other hand and spoke softly, "Yes, it's a map. It should lead us to him..." If not another digimon... but Kyle didn't vocalise this thought, not wanting to disturb the distraught girl anymore - if a malicious digimon appeared then they would deal with it - he could call Luce.

The teen was about to take charge and lead them off in search for the missing digimon when - The monsters... the monsters are invading... Like two years ago... We must ... fight back... Kyle slowly craned his head around towards the old man - whom was still alive as it turned out - and hissed as he saw what was left of the man's hands...not that the man seemed to notice. He was too busy...reminiscing...? About...digimon?

"W...what nightmare? What's...returning?" He almost didn't want to ask, but if this was relevant...he needed to know. They needed to know. Could history be repeating itself with the sudden appearances of all these digimon?

[Colbie Perez]

"Yes, it's a map. It should lead us to him..."

The tall westerner's presence itself was assuring as Colbie stood there, quivering. She could not bring herself to look directly at the tall boy, but she squeezed his hand. His grip was surprisingly gentle, after grappling with that dead man-

The monsters... the monsters are invading... Like two years ago... We must ... fight back...

A voice moaned. Colbie's eyes widened in horror as she turned back to what she thought had been a corpse. The man was still alive! She gulped, taking a step behind Kyle. Let it be known that the teen would admit her cowardice to the world, it had saved her life plenty of times before.


Sympathy invaded her fear, swirled and mixed around in her brain. With charred, mangled stumps, the man tried to push himself up. The pathetic attempt failed and the man whimpered pitifully...Colbie's heart squeezed with sympathy. Both man and beast were badly hurt. They could help both, but would have to act quickly. The dog thing wouldn't get very far with that kind of wound...

Kyle's voice broke the tense silence, questioning the soot smudged, mangled being. Would the old man manage to answer through his pain? Questions could surely wait!

"Kyle, please. He's hurt. We need to call an ambulance."

She pleaded, soft voice strained. She couldn't look at the old man head on, not with his hands missing and the scent of seared flesh in the air. Throat dry she tried to swallow, only to have the taste of bile fill her mouth. The sable skinned girl gagged soundlessly and she turned completely away, just clutching her stomach.

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- Monsters... attacked ... two years ago... I was here... I saw it! I SAW EVERYTHING! Then ... military drove them back... They said ... be quiet, they will never appear again. Lies! They're here now! Do destroy the city once more! - the man yelled in a strike of panic mixed with rage as he attempted to rise from the ground. That attempt also failed miserably.

- And you... - the voice of the old man became shallower. The pain streak was getting to him, sooner or later. His strength was at an end. He looked at the teenagers then, burning hatred in his eyes, he didn't try hiding his emotions. If he had hands, he'd strike that glass shard now right in their hearts. - You want to help them... Filthy ... traitors... - with these last words he snapped unconscious, and collapsed on the side...

Sirens of ambulances were hurrying towards the place from which the digimon escaped. People were gathering to see what was going on. Many in white medic robes were running around left and right, and one of them spotted the old man and two teens in the alleyway. The doctor was a big guy, he was ably to carry a man on his own, which he did. - You could have helped ... instead of gawking... - he tossed before leaving with the wounded...