Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Can't make me cry. ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

I woke up looking like a fat Bruce Banner after Hulk session, no shirt, shoes and a torn pair of pants. I looked around and saw I was in the middle of some suburban street, I knew that someone would call the cops if they saw me here in only torn combat pants and half babbling a nutty story I am going straight to Daleland. I rushed straight to the nearest shadow, I kept darting around from one place to another. While I played Mission: Impossible I formulate something of a plan, a stupid one but it was a plan none the less.
1.) Get proper clothes, even if he stool them.
2.) Find if it's safe to go back to his parents, if it is then run for them.
3.) Find out why they took him.
4.) Find out who are they.
That's it in a nutshell, and right now he thinks he can solve part one. He found a closed Mega-o-low mart, and the back door was left open.
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"Where the hell is my son?!" a red faced man, about in his mid-to-late thirties and as bland as sand in a desert. At the moment his knuckles were on the sheriff Walter's desk about ready to fly right into the face of the fifty year old man behind it, who was trying to calm him down. Next to the enraged man was his tacky wife, who was crying and asking why did her only son get kidnapped.
"Hank, if they find his body I am divorcing you!" She said.
"He's not dead Peggy" the man said, "he just got away from the coaches."
"And who was it that send him to those monsters?" Peggy said, "it's your fault Hank!"
"Madam" the old sheriff said, "it's nobody's fault, there were a couple of coaches acting very rough and the police came to check it out, a lot of them were badly beaten." The sheriff eyed the man, Hank, with a careful eye. There was something he didn't like about him, the ideal poster child for "stereotype redneck" and from the clench fist this man was a powder keg waiting for the match. His wife was no better, he with held some information like a small number of the boys that couldn't "make the cut" as some would say.
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My avoiding Mr. Dribble's cameras and other security nik-naks for fun seems to be actually paying off, I snuck by the cameras and the brain damaged guards. I got some clothes and I got a hunting knife from the sporting goods, I got out and was back on the streets wondering a bit. Okay, angsty bio-weapon carrier soldier material I'm not. Hell I was acting on instinct alone here, and those instinct was carrying me off to a place I would never expect. Not a hospital, a old house, church, a death trap-leaned forest or anything of the like.
It was a park, a normal every day park. There were no buildings, strange wishing wells or anything of the likes, just a few trees and a swing set.
I sighed as took a seat, why would I be lead here for? I wonder what was here, that's when I saw them.
Not very secretive to be in a black van.
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In a dark room, two beings shadowed by the dim lights and the dark colors they are wearing sat across from each other at each end of a long table.
"Do you have anything to report, Gryphon?" One spoke.
"Yes, it has been a bit slow lately but a report of a lot of damage that has been caused by there latest find in McMainerbery came in this morning."
"Keep an eye on it."
"Sire, with all do respect, do you think this could be the one?"
"Now, just because a research lab and a few dark soldiers doesn't mean this one is the Jabberwock."
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Looking around I notice something was up, there were a few white trucks on the streets and above all.
There wasn't anyone around.
My arm tingled a bit, then it really started to tingle with a bit of burning. I've seen enough movies and comics to know that I was changing, I just hope it will help me as there's a lot of P.O.'d guys piling out of the trucks and that van.
"Alright, come get some!" I shouted as I raised the arm that tingled and saw it was very slender with this soft looking fur that was like crushed velvet and this metal plate with this wickedly cool cannon thing on it. Why am I spending so much time discribing it, you ask?
Because it's the only thing that changed on my body!
"Aw, crap" was what I said as I made a break for it.