Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Path of the Spirit ❯ Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

PK: Here it is: The beginning of my epic. This will be released, and then when I feel more confident in my free time and ability, I will strip it down and

rebuild it. "We have the technology. We can rebuild it; make it faster, better, smarter..."

Anyway, as always, Read and Review, don't sue.

Chapter One-Beginnings

His stride was decisive as he walked down the hallway towards his ultimate goal; escape.

"What a little prick."

"I hear his mom went crazy years ago. That's why he doesn't have any friends."

"Naah. I hear they killed his father and buried him under the house."

The words swarmed around him but he tried not to listen to the cruel words that were spoken about him. Loud enough to make it clear they wanted him to

hear, soft enough that he wasn't supposed to comment.

Their juvenile torture had lasted years. Liam's life had been surrounded by the cruel words of those who couldn't understand why he never did anything

after school. Why he never seemed to live. And they hated him because despite the fact he was ordinary and reserved, he was also smart and acted

superior to the rest of the world around him.

They hated him because they knew they couldn't touch him.

"Hey, faggot."

Liam didn't bother looking at the blond boy that he knew was standing around the next corner. Justin, like most of the kids in the school, took every

opportunity to try to shove Liam back into the niche that freshmen loners were supposed to have in high school; non-existence.

It didn't matter that Liam was smarter than any of them and knew it. Actually, it did matter; he knew he was smarter than them, and knew that intimidated

them. It was his only power in the fragile power structure of his life.

As Liam maintained his stride towards the main corridor of the school where the exits were, he knew Justin was preparing another stunt. It didn't matter,

he knew Justin would fuck up like in everything else he ever tried.

"I'm talking to you, queer. Or are you off to jerk off at your computers?"

Don't speak. He isn't worth your breath. Just keep walking.

Finally, as he was about to pass the corner where Justin was leaning against it happened. Justin's foot jerked out swiftly into Liam's pathway, intended to

trip the boy. Instead, Liam merely jumped over it with a simple gracefulness and landed on the other side with no difficulty.

"C'mon Justin. Don't waste my time."

Everything was an act. Everything he did in school was just that. He acted dumber to avoid conflicts. He acted slower and more clumsy to avoid envy that

would cause fights. And now, he was acting cocky to try to escape the inevitable rehearsal of the same game Liam and Justin had been playing every

weekday afternoon that school year.

He no longer had to think. Justin always lead with a right fist directed at Liam's chin on a Wednesday. It was a bizarre habit Justin had in fighting; the day of the week decided his style. Liam, as always, would lean slightly to his right to offset Justin's punch then use his own left arm to throw the larger boy off balance and into the opposite wall. When he felt adventurous, or Justin had just pissed him off that badly, he would knee the boy as he tumbled.

As always, Justin threw the first punch. As always, Liam made a few simple and quick motions and Justin fell a moment later to the opposite side of the

hallway, panting for breath.

Liam resettled his satchel as he continued down the hallway. "I don't have time for an ignorant piss-ant like you, Justin."

And as everyone resumed their vague insults about Liam and his life, he continued to wonder why he was trapped. Why he had no life or friends, and why

he had to act cocky for any shred of respect.

• • • • •

I shall destroy all you meddling kids…and your stupid Veemon too!

"DAMNIT! Why does everything I write come out like Scooby Doo or The Wizard of Oz?"

He glared at the computer screen, fists curled up tight. The fanfic had been taking far too long, and he was fed up with the problems of getting the voices

right.

"I just don't get it…" he said as he deleted half of the dialogue just written.

Liam had been trying to write this fic for weeks now, and it just wasn't coming together. The exhaustion from the juvenile antics of school and his part time

job combined to just screw up his work. And now he was beginning to wonder what it was all for.

Basically, that was all there was in Liam's life; the hellish routine of school, his work, his mom, and his unending obsession with Digimon. Lately, though,

that obsession had been causing some odd dreams, which he tried to resolve through his fiction. That slight hobby of his was the only time in his life when

Liam could stop acting and become his own person. In his creative works.

"I need a break…" he sighed as he punched a few keys on the keyboard. An image of Gatomon appeared on the screen.

"Gatomon…" he murmured in an almost disturbingly loving way. "But Gatomon is Kari's digimon, she isn't mine. She isn't the one…"

Sighing softly, Liam opened a file consisting of hundreds of thousands of segments of binary code and odd symbols. After staring for a minute at the odd

scripts in front of him, Liam began to play around with the code.

"If I change her coloring…yeah, more silver in her fur…and those gloves…replace yellow with gold and red with silver…the tail ring. Hmmm…no, that's a

one-of-a-kind artifact. This one can't have it. Let's replace it with a medallion on her forehead…" After a few minutes, the labor of love was completed and Liam stared at the feline digimon on his screen.

"Perfect! That's her…" Liam's thoughts casually drifted back to the dreams, and to the strange digimon that had been appearing in them. Staring at the screen, the digimon who had befriended him in his dream stared back at him. "That's her…"

Shaking himself from his daydream, Liam remembered something. "What to save her as?" he wondered, pondering the same question he kept running through each time he thought of the digimon. In all of his dreams of the digital world, he had never learned the feline's name.

"Hmmm…Golden Gatomon? No. Too tacky. Catmon? No, too American. Wait…what's the word in Japanese for meow? That's right! Nyar….She'll be

Nyamon!"

He had created digimon on his computer before, but this time was special. This time, he was had finally recreated the Digimon that had been visiting his

dreams over the past few months. He quickly saved her and opened up her matrix in the Digimon Viewer. Her 3d image rotated on screen, a stylized version of Gatomon. And the Spirit Medallion on her crest was a definite step away from Gatomon's tail ring.

"At least Nyamon won't lose her special artifact so easily!" Liam beamed. Printing out a copy of the new digimon and the associated crest, he set it on top of a pile of printouts on other digimon-Agumon, Gabumon, Patamon, Veemon, Hawkmon, etc.

After admiring her picture for a moment, he looked at the Viewer program and called up Nyamon's attributes. For a few minutes, he paged through the

attributes looking at her abilities as the computer tried to render her data from the modified code.

He looked down at the paper on his desk with loving eyes. "Nyamon…" Silently, he dreamed of fighting alongside the other Digidestined in the Digital

World. Suddenly, a twinge of pain flicked through his eyes. "But you're just like the others; just computer data on my hard drive. The Digital World is just a dream, and I'll never see it even if it is real."

A tear fell from his eye and hit the paper, and he knocked the stack of papers off his desk, angry with himself for indulging in such a fantasy combined with

a feeling of weakness driven into him by the kids at school. While most of the dislocated papers scattered around the room, Nyamon's paper and a schematic of a new digivice landed back on his desk, seeming to stare back at him.

As he lay down on his desk, he wept and at the same time chided himself for his sadness. "This is stupid. I'm 15, and I'm crying over creatures imagined by

a cartoonist in Japan. What a loser." As his sobbing slowed, he sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

He looked up and considered working on the fic again. Just as he began to work, though, he noticed his monitor begin to flicker and the lights in his room dim.

"Damn Penn Power," he muttered as he saved his work before his computer lost power. "Another bunch of brownouts. Jerks."

As the lights faded, he turned around and grabbed the flashlight off of the charger behind him. When he turned back to his desk, he noticed a pale blue

light on his desk glowing in spite of the power outage. He turned his flashlight on and directed it to where the light was flickering and gasped.

A small silver object sat on top of a slightly moist piece of paper. "This looks just like that digivice I was designing. But…but that's impossible!"

Gently, he touched the small device and picked it up. "It's real…but it can't be a real digivice!"

After staring blankly at the watch-like device for a few minutes, Liam put it on his wrist and closed the latch. Still unwilling to believe the device on his arm, he pressed a button and a small message appeared on the screen.

"OPENING DIGIPORT."

"Opening digiport? What is this thing talking about? There's no such thing and there's no power and…"

Before he could finish his correcting the small device on his wrist, his monitor came back to life, emitting a bright white light. Liam was blinded by the light

from his monitor as it shone around his room, turning his existence into a box of pure white light. He shielded his eyes with his arm and suddenly felt his

body being pulled apart and drawn into the computer.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he screamed. And then everything turned black.