Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Jihad Diaries ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon…that honor goes to Toei, and Digimon Diaries universe is an idea constructed threw Lord Archives Genius. I merely own the Israeli team.


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For me, life was an average day in the park.... No wait, if I said that I would be lying my ass off, because it's actually more like an eternity of hell. Some of this could be because of some of the choices I made earlier in life; but not all of it. Well I did give up religion along time ago, hell... I faked following it for just a few years to make my parents happy and then my father died.

That was the point where I just decided to say "The hell with it" and dropped the whole façade of Christian faith I had kept up for at least two years. It was also around then I started to openly show my true faith of anti-faith; Atheism.

Reason I became atheist? ...well if that 'savior' the Lord Jesus Christ actually existed why was I marked for hell from birth. Want the reason of these thoughts? Try this; Though out my life...hell for as long as I remember, I have been mocked, beaten, and given basic hell mostly due to my own heritage, and you know what....my sister gets off completely and utterly free just because she looks more Irish then I do, and she's of Protestant faith which is worse then being an Englishman. Where is that son of god who is the savior of humanity, that's even if that myth existed! To make matters worse she's part of the crowd that gives me hell...and not in a nice sisterly fashion more like the annoying bitch from hell fashion.

It got so bad that at one point I was thinking of running away from it all and going to London... maybe I would have be accepted there but then again maybe not, anything was better then this hell-hole of an existence. However, it was around this time that I saw something that would forever change my life....

Monsters....no....Creatures.... on my computer screen, all fighting on hell of a beast.

It felt right... like this was something I was destined to know about, and it was just the thing to stop my little "Return to Homeland" idea. The feelings were so strong I used almost every and any possible moment I had at my disposal, utilizing my hacking and searching skills on the internet to find anything I could on the creatures...

Ironic that in a few years I would be thrown into a world where I would wish I never knew of those things in my life.


-Jeremiah "Jason" Wellingston

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"Where the hell am I!!"

Those were the first words to came to mind as I awoke in complete horror to find myself not in the nice, dark and quiet hotel room my 'loving family' decided to get, but outside with my head on a bed of grass. Although, now that I think about it, the grass was a lot softer then the bed I had at least.

After a few seconds, which I used to catch my bearings, I sat up and looked around to find some clue where I was... the best I could tell... I was in some forest of sorts and it was dark... weither it was natural or unnatural darkness I didn't know.

When I tried to get up....my body for some reason wouldn't let me, and even then when I DID manage to get up...it felt like I had been threw a cheese grater and then Patrick and his gang had found me and given me 'retribution for my evils' or something like that.

After a few more tries to get up, a very muffled scream of pain, as well as one bleeding bottom lip later, I was finally able to get to my feet.

The only question that ran threw my mind was; "What happened to me, and where the hell am I?!" although the only answer I could come up with was Juliana tried to improve from lasts year 'innocent joke', where I woke up to find myself on the porch in the nude, and decided to just leave me in the middle of no-where.


"No that couldn't be" I quickly reasoned with myself, after all... the whole place had more of an electrical feel then the normal woods feeling that came from those parks... well unless those weird people were once again studying the areas again.

Hell I was surprised my hair hadn't gone straight up like that bride of Frankenstein's Monster's hair; at least I didn't think it was like that. Since I had no mirror so I couldn't check so I settled for the classic 'feel' option. "Yep its not sticking straight out." I reassured myself quietly.

Suddenly, I heard something starting to yawn, and then automatically I was out searching for where sound had came from. I got the shock of my life when much to my surprise I saw these red eyes starring at me inquisitively with almost no body... unless that glossy thing around it WAS its body. I rubbed my eyes to try and make sure that I wasn't dreaming or making sure the electronic feel of this world hadn't screwed up my eyes....

Still it appeared infront of me, and with a few cuts and scratches.... Most of them were bandaged.

"Your awake, wondering when you were going to wake up!" exclaimed the mysterious creature. I fell backwards in shock when the creature spoke perfect English. Once again life wasn't fair to me.... I fell onto something hard. Once again I muffled a cry of pain and ended up with another bleeding lip only this time it was my upper one...

After a few seconds, I squinted as best I could and saw in the dim light two figures curled up around each other as if for protection. One seemed to be a boy with curly hair and the other was....a girl? Oh well, never said I had the best night vision...

"Did I get kidnapped by this beast while I was sleeping? Or is someone trying to make me vomit due to the happiness around me?"

I got up and turned to leave and I saw a ball of flame, and a stuffed animal seemingly hugging each other with not a care in the world.

"What the hell is going on?!" I shouted in frustration.


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"None of your business..."

Nearly everyone in the camp was glaring at the new kid whose voice awoke all of them from their resting and relaxing periods. Yisrael; the oldest of the group had decided to take charge of the situation and maybe find out this new kids situation but ever since he began the questioning awhile ago....he had gotten no answers.

"O.K. lets go threw this once again... for the hundredth time...what's your name and this time 'none of your business' will not cut it" the curly haired boy said while taking slow breaths trying not to hurt this new kid.

"None of your fucking business" the boy said with a sigh, obviously getting tired of the run-around he was giving them.

"O.K. Fine…next question, how did you get here?"

the boy glared at Dov with a look that promised pain and lots of it, however it seemed the Jewish boy wasn't really phased at all by the looks of things, he instead threw a very icey glare back.

"If I KNEW that, then I WOULDN'T be WONDERING that MYSELF!!" the younger boy shouted nearly spiting in the older boys face.

Sara began to get a worried expression on her face as she noticed Dov's breathing start to quicken…then without warning he struck the unknown boy in the jaw with a savage left hook.

"LISTEN TO ME! NO GAMES!"

The digimon that was with the unknown kid seemed to grow increasingly feral as his crimson eyes narrowed at the now offending curly haired boy.

The clear creature's mouth seemed to glow a slight red color and then a wave of hot air struck everyone around the camp. The warm air was so powerful that it made even the desert's heat feel like a calm summers breeze.

The creature made it perfectly clear, whomever fought with unknown kid would get his "gift" very quickly.

"What the hell? What was that for!" the bruised pre-teen got up to his feet using the girl who the boy seemed to like as a bit of a way to help him up.

"Thanks to you NONE of us have had much sleep, and when you do woke up, you woke the ENTIRE fucking group with your yelling. Now if you keep dodging our fucking questions…there will be hell to pay! Now ANSWER THEM DAMN IT!"

The boy looked from the obviously raging boy, to the girl who seemed to be doing her best to "cool down" the angry kid. With a sigh of annoyance the unknown kid gave in and decided to answer.

"The names Jeremiah, just call me Jason."

"O.K. I see... then where are you from" Dov had once again gained control of himself unlike what Sara expected as he asked the question.

"Ireland...is there a reason for this questioning?!"

"Yes...but…*yawn* the rest will wait till later...I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open...and I'm sure Sara, and everyone else would agree...."

At this point Yisrael turned and looked towards his own sleeping partner, the half-awake girl. "Get some rest and well talk some more tomorrow." With that said he began to set back towards his 'bed' that awaited him.

"I don't follow anyone's orders..!" Jeremiah shouted out to the retreating Levi child who yawned and then replied over his shoulder not caring that he interrupted the younger boy's retort.

"Good, then you and Clear Agumon can take up watch while the rest of us sleep... " After this was said he let loose a yawn similar to what a Lion might yawn like. " Wake me up when you two get tired."

With that said, the elder boy vanished out of sight and towards the sleeping area, with "Sara" following him. Jeremiah turned around and then looked at the seemingly bodiless eyes just a few feet in front of him and sighed....

"This is going to be a LONG night." he muttered while turning his eyes back to the campfire.

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Faye glared at the offending walls of her cells with new vengeance, not only was she trapped within the stone…or whatever the hell these monsters called it… but now she was openly mocked when ever those… perverts came to mock her.

She shuddered as some of the comments on particularly sick creature made about her popped back into her mind.

"Tramp" "Digi-Whore" then some in some unknown language that she didn't need to hear in English to understand just what they mean. The fact that no matter what she did, she wasn't able to defend herself. Worse yet, that pervert of a dog had shown her just HOW weak she was in this world…

So of course its now time for the for that creature she heard called Do-ku--wag-a-mon's webbing to start to dissolve. The bindings that had given her some semblance of modesty after the pervert had torn off her shirt had worn away completely giving any and all who dared look at her cleavage a "free view."


At least she knew she could trust that young Obi-Wan look-a-like, especially when he didn't seem to care all that much to leer at her body.

He also regarded her with a gentle kindness…something Faye hadn't known most men his age to do. It was almost as if he was a brother she never had…

She was so caught up in her musings she didn't notice that someone or something had been attempting to call her name for a few minutes or so when suddenly…

"OWWWWW" Faye awoke from her musings with a sharp pain to her posterior and after a few jumps holding her ass in pain she turned around and looked angrily to find just who poked her butt with something sharp.

All she saw was a Dirty white cat and the others that were in the cell asleep. Nothing out of the norm… wait… a dirty white cat?

She looked down at the feline in curiosity.

"FINALY you notice me Faye…took you long enough!" the cat retorted with a sour tone.

Faye looked in bafflement at the normal cat speaking English fluently…

"What? Does my fur have blood or anything on it?"

Faye still stared.

"Uh, Digital World to Faye….come in Faye are you there"

More staring…

"Faye, enough of this… you either talk or I poke you again." The feline seemed a "bit" ticked off by this point in time.

"You spoke." Faye whispered in disbelief.

"Give the human a prize, she just realized the obvious truth infront of her." The cat's tone had now dropped to a cold sort of sarcastic tone.

"But…But…but...but..." the pre-teen seemed in a shell-shocked sort of state.

"Amazing, just amazing… The human I waited for all my life is a joke, I guess Black Terriermon's words at the water hole were correct." The cat seemed now to be glaring at Faye with cold eyes then rather with the warm eyes she had previously.

Those words however had the impact that the cat creature hadn't expected, soon after they were uttered the human had gotten out of her stupor and was glaring with fire in her eyes at the cat digimon.

"That…PERVERT…I will KILL him!" she had rose from her shadowy area and slammed her already red and bloodied fist onto the stonewalled of the prison.

This action both surprised and intrigued the cat digimon., who had all but given up hope on the depressed half naked human she was stuck with.

"Kill him?" the cat-like creature asked in confusement.

"More like Murder him….he's the reason Im like this and in the cell…that bastard." Faye muttered out with more of a snarl.

Quickly, the cat digimon's opinion of the once week girl had changed drastically. She had gone from a stuttering idiot to a pissed bitch in under thirty seconds.

"Are you sure it was the Terriermon at the watering hole? They are rather common species around these parts."

"What a minute, I thought each digimon was an individual creature…you mean there are groups of them for each creature?" Faye's eyes opened wide and she fell to the floor.

The cat digimon cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"You mean you didn't know?"

"Oh course not, I did happen to get captured as soon as I entered this nightmare!" Faye replied with an almost infuriated tone.

"Ok, before anything else, I might as well introduce myself….The name is Kittenmon."

"My names…Faye…but you already knew that didn't you."

Kittemon nodded.

With that Kittenmon walked to the cell door, and raised one of her " fore-legs" behind her head. Then with a twitch shiny points seemed to appear on the raised paw.

No special words said, when the creature known only as Kittenmon brought her Clawed front paw to the jail's cell.

"OW!!!!!!"

Faye looked in disbelief as he "cool cat" she had seen before vanished and was replaced with a cat now running around holding her paw.

She couldn't help but giggle, but instantly stopped when the Kitten got ahold of herself and glared at her.

"Now for a real attempt!"

The kitten digimon jumped high into the air and then twitched both fore paws at the gate….

And once again Kittenmon was running in pain.

"I think maybe you should go get help…"

Kittenmon ignored her ailing paws to look at Faye in confusion...

"And how pray tell am I to do that? Human's aren't exactly liked well around here Faye."

"Solo told me that other kids like me, may have arrived in here as well. Think you could find them?"

"Uh...No, sweat...I found you...how hard could the others be!"

"Good.."

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the background making Faye and Kittenmon both jump.

"Now get going, I think your attempts on the bars may have brought un-needed attention. Don't worry bout me."

"Ok, but I will get you out as soon as I find them."

Good…NOW GO!"

with that Kittenmon climbed up the wall and outside the barred window, cast one final glance at Faye. Then vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, a hidden shadow just outside the prison smirked.


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Tatsu: After a long time, chapter 4 I finally done!

Eclipse: And now for chapter 5!

Tatsu: You like torturing me don't you…

Eclipse: Who me *grins*

Tatsu: *sigh* never mind.


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Chosen Database
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Name: Jeremiah "Jason" Wellingston
Alias: Jason, Jeremy
Age: 11

Appearance: Has a sort of Englishman look to himself, only his hair is Blond and his eyes are an emerald green-ish color. He usually wears baggy black pants as well as a black button down shirt with a flaming skull that has a snake crawling out of the eye sockets. His foot wear is a regular pair of black boots.

He has one very big hobby, and that's computers. He infact carries one around with him in a shoulder bag that never leaves his presence.

While he isn't as great of a techno-genius as he would like, he does have the smarts to hack into a schools computer and then edit someone's grades so it looked like a teacher screwed up some report cards...

If there is one thing about Jeremiah, it's that he doesn't trust people as easily as most should. Mostly thanks to his past...not much else is currently known.