Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Amamon's Past ❯ Left Alone ( Chapter 1 )

Amamon's Past

Brittany Krebs

A small, puppy-like creature sat huddled and unnoticed on a torn black bag on the streets of Brooklyn. He listened to the mixed sounds of thunder and police sirens as the rain pelted his shivering figure. He brought his lightning-shaped tail closer to him in a failing attempt for warmth and security. Raising his glance to gaze around the alleyway, his mind turned back to the last few and joyful months that ended within the last few days...

* * *

A female dog cuddled her sleeping puppy closer to her, closing her eyes in bliss. A wolf-like creature looked proudly on at his family. He trotted closer to the dog and admiringly snuggled the puppy. They all sat in perfect peace.

Suddenly, loud gunshots broke the silence.

The creature's head shot up in alarm. His head whipped around, searching for the whereabouts of the bullets, when his eyes lay upon the dog.

There, lodged in her back, was a bullet. Blood flowed along her back, inching toward the puppy. Her eyes were blank, unmoving.

The creature quickly pushed the puppy away from its mother and turned it over. Some relief washed over him as he noticed the puppy was unharmed.

Then his head raced back to the dog. He nudged her gently. She didn't move. Her chest lay flat, unmoving, her heart not beating.

His panic turned to grief when he realized the truth.

She was dead.

Ashamed and broken, he turned out of the alley and raced off down the street, fighting back pain and tears. The puppy, confused and awake, stumbled after him, but it was too late. He tripped and hit the ground clumsily as the blue wolf sped off into the distance.

His father was gone.

* * *

The puppy shuddered and shook the memory out of his head. He got up and wandered over to a garbage can, nosing through the scraps of wrappers and banana peels. A drop of grease dripped from the top of the can, landing on a scar near his eye and causing him to turn away in searing pain.

He had gotten the scar after he tripped running after his father. It had sliced open on a piece of glass laying on the sidewalk. He had been sprawled there for hours, whimpering in pain. Had his mother felt such pain? Or had she died painlessly? He hoped she hadn't had to suffer. She didn't deserve this.

And what of his father, who left before his son would even know his name? Had he really cared about his scarred son?

The puppy wiped the blood away on a dirty napkin. Alone and confused, he curled up and cried himself to sleep, the rain pouring down around him.

* * *

The next morning's sun dried the puppy's deep blue fur. A small puddle of blood sat near his eye.

"Puppy, are you okay?"

He woke instantly to a little girl's worried tone. He looked up at the girl with pleading eyes. Hunger tore at his stomach, and he was sure he smelled sausages.

The girl's face brightened and, sure enough, she pulled some sausage links out of a backpack she held. She held them in front of his nose, where he attacked them eagerly.

"Wow, you must have been hungry!" she exclaimed.

He finished a link and looked her over. She appeared to be around 10 years old. She had long brown hair that hung loosely down to her back, and carried a small backpack, now unzipped, which looked to contain several bandages and blankets.

She smiled at him and stroked his back. "My name is Pepper," she introduced herself, offering him another sausage. "Hmm... and what should we call you?"

He struggled to speak. "M-my... my name is Amamon."

Pepper fell back in surprise. "You can talk?"

It was easier to speak now. "Yeah," said Amamon. "I'm half Oracan, on my father's side. My mum was a dog."

"Where are your parents?" inquired Pepper.

Amamon looked down to the ground. "They're... gone. Mom was shot, and Dad ran away."

Compassion shone in Pepper's eyes. "You poor kid!" She picked him up and cuddled him. "Would you like to come home with me? I love taking care of pets. They're pretty much my only companions, because my parents are always gone working and my classmates are all snooty."

Amamon did not hesitate. He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I'd love that!" He buried his snout in her shoulder lovingly as she got up and began walking home.

He had found a friend.