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"V-Headbutt!" Veemon yelled as he smashed, head first through the door of quaint, suburban house. Mr. Izumi swung his head around from the television set, on which was a documentary about UFOs. He stared at Veemon, wide-eyed and in disbelief.
Max came running up, "Hey, I heard a crash and...Mr. Izumi, what happened to your door?!" He looked around the entrance of the house, taking in the shattered remains of the door, and the short blue digimon standing in the midst of it all.
Veemon stood up and brushed himself off, "Well, you told me to knock down the door." Max slapped his own forehead and sighed with frustration, "I said knock ON the door, not knock DOWN the door!"
Mr. Izumi tiptoed through his splinter-ridden carpet in a pair of snow-white knee high socks, and scratched his short, red hair, "Oh...don't worry about it, Max. I know how digimon can be sometimes." He looked at the shattered remains of his door with a passing glance, ushered Max and Veemon further inside, and shut the inner door (which had thankfully been open at the time.)
When he finally quelled Max's apologies, Mr. Izumi and Tentomon led them into a small room filled with a mess of books and CD cases, and in the center of it all and large desk with quite possibly the most well equipped computer Max had ever seen. Max wasn't sure he even knew what most of the things attached to it did. He shrugged, and Mr. Izumi wheeled over two chairs.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Veemon protested, "The humans get to sit, while us digimon stand around and look pretty. Well if you get attacked by any evil digimon and my legs hurt too much to..." Max sighed and hefted Veemon up to sit on his lap. "Thank you." Veemon said contently.
Mr. Izumi was already clicking away, Tentomon carefully perched on top of the monitor. He pulled up a program which displayed a map of the United States, and on it were several different colored dots. Max looked to Mr. Izumi's left to see a old Pineapple laptop with the purple digivice jutting out from where the backspace button should have been.
"This," Mr. Izumi explained, "Is a map of the United States." Max resisted the urge to say ‘Duh' and Mr, Izumi continued, "This blue dot here marks our location. It is actually two blue dots, but they're so close you can't tell. The blue dots represent the location of digivices I've identified; namely yours and mine. But these dots here...here...here...and here," Mr. Izumi pointed to four different green dots on the screen, "each represent other digivices like ours."
"You mean there are other people who got these digivices?!" Max asked, quite surprised with the idea of other digidestined.
"Yes," Mr. Izumi continued, "And once I expand my search program to the entire world, I believe we will find several others." He mechanically reached for a cup of coffee which appeared to be quite ancient to Max, sipped it and cringed, forced himself to swallow, put it down, and continued, "What really catches my intention is this dot right here." He tapped the screen right were a red dot was, on the edge of the arm jutting out of Oklahoma between Colorado and Texas, "The red dot indicates one of the old model digivices that I told you about before. I'm pretty sure it's not a member of our old team, though."
"Hey!" Max shouted out, following the dot with his eyes, "I think...yeah, it's pretty slow, but I think the dot's moving."
Mr. Izumi nodded, "Exactly. It started off around Denver this morning, and for such a large scale map, it's moving pretty quickly. My guess is that who ever has that digivice is on a plane. More importantly, look here." Mr. Izumi tapped the screen right on one of the blue dots, right in the area of Houston.
"I get it!" Veemon suddenly burst out. He scrambled to his feet on top of Max's legs and pointed to the screen, "Carmen's henchman is right here!"
Max sighed, "I should never have let you play on the computer at home." He sat Veemon back down and turned to Mr. Izumi, "I'll bet you think that red-dot guy is heading for the green-dot guy, right?" "precisely." Mr. Izumi nodded.
Willis Tsunami exited the airport, stretching his arms and yawning. With the addition of a stop over in some airport in the middle of Nowheresville, the flight had taken near four hours.
Willis was 15 years old, but the combination of his advanced intelligence and his excessive height made him seem to be near 19 to most people. His blonde hair spilled over his head in a way that needed no maintenance to look just right, and he wore a faded red jersey of some long faded baseball team over a white t-shirt, and a typical pair of store-brand blue jean shorts.
As he walked away from the secluded airport and onto the side of some maintenance lacking strip of highway, he looked around for signs of passing cars. No such luck. He hoisted the backpack off his shoulders, and out came his long-time buddy, Terriermon.
Terriermon was a short digimon, off-white in color. He had two very long ears decorated with three green stripes near the end of each, a green collar-like design around his neck area, and bands of green on his wrists and above his feet. And on his head was a single short spike, the same off-white as the rest of him.
Terriermon yawned and stretched in much the same way Willis had, and as they walked along the roadside, was the first to speak, "Willis, just what was that dream you had about, anyway? You never told me anything about it, except that we had to leave right away."
"Terriermon, I already told you," Willis said, the smile slipping from his face, "All I know is that there's someone living in Houston Texas that can help us with...our little problem."
"You mean Wendigomon?" Lopmon interjected. Willis's face went grim, and he turned his head towards the ground. Terriermon patted his leg, "Willis, I've told you a thousand times, it's not your fault. You had no idea what would happen when Diaboramon was..."
"Enough!" Willis shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. Terriermon was quite taken back, and his ears drooped to the ground. Willis felt bad, and tried to force a smile, "I'm sorry Terriermon, I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just...well, I still find it hard to face what happened all those years ago..."
Willis looked down and Terriermon, and they smiled at each other. He picked him up, and once again they continued on their trek for the person who might be able to help them.
As Willis walked along, though he kept smiling for Terriermon's sake, he couldn't shake the images of his dream. He kept picturing Lopmon, his other partner digimon and Terriermon's twin brother, and the dreadful day when a dark computer virus tore Lopmon from him and turned him against them. And also the constant dreams of Wendigomon, Lopmon's champion form, becoming an evil monster and reeking havoc. But whenever those dark images filled his mind, there was always the image of the eight forces of light, surrounding Wendigomon and setting him free. Willis wasn't sure what those strange forces in his dream were, but his digivice and even his own mind kept pointing him in this direction.
Willis wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled out a map. He unfolded it and examined it, running his finger along one of the roads. "Okay..." he said, comparing the map with the small image on his digivice, "I think we just need to turn down this way, and..."
"Willis..." Terriermon interrupted with a bit of shakiness in his voice. A light breeze started to kick up, rustling the map a bit.
"Just a second Terriermon," Willis told him, "I need to figure out which exit we need to follow."
"Willis..." Terriermon again interrupted with more urgency in his voice. Now the wind was starting to pick up, and the corners of the map began to buck in Willis's hands.
"Not now Terriermon!" Willis yelled, "If I don't figure this out we could get lost out here!"
"Willis!" Terriermon shouted this time, pulling on Willis's leg and sounding quite alarmed. The wind was getting more fierce by the second, finally ripping the map from Willis's hands. Willis looked up quickly, and his eyes shot wide open. There, before them, stood none other than Wendigomon, his eyes filled with both insanity and despair.
"Mr. Izumi, what is that?!" Max called with surprise. Mr. Izumi dashed back into the room from the kitchen where he had been making some burgers. Max tapped on the screen next to the red dot's latest position. Only the dot wasn't just red anymore, it was blinking.
Mr. Izumi's face grew stern, and he quickly sat on a chair and rolled it up to the screen. He hastily clicked at a few options, and pulled up a chart the meaning of which totally escaped Max. Mr. Izumi studied it for a moment before speaking, "It's definitely a distress signal from the digivice. I know I've seen this pattern before, but I can't put my finger on..."
Mr. Izumi's hand began to shake on the mouse, and his eyes were nearly bulging. Sweat which before hadn't been there was now rolling down the sides of his face. "What is it?" Max asked, almost not wanting to know.
Mr. Izumi's head slowly and shakily turned to Max, and he breathlessly mouthed in a barley audibly voice, "Diaboramon..."
A flash of light...
Out of the bright light stepped Gargomon. He resembled Terriermon in many ways, especially the distinct ears. However there were of course many distinct differences, including the obvious increase in size. Gargomon also wore a large pair of baggy jeans, and a large gunbelt around his left shoulder and underneath his left arm. But, of course, his most prominent feature was the two large machine guns mounted on his arms, in place of hands.
And so he stood, face to face with his brother. Wendigomon stood several feet taller than Gargomon, and was far more variated from his original form of Lopmon. His body was large and hulking, though it also had a lankiness to it. It was covered in brown hair, save for his shoulders, the top half of his back, his feet and his left hand, which were red in color and hairless. Also his scrunched up looking face was red, with the exception of two patches of brown hair around his beady red eyes. There was a spike protruding from each shoulder, and a frizzy mass of tan hair drooped down both sides of his head. The only real resemblance he had with his rookie form was the three little horns protruding from the skull-like cap on his head.
The scene was one Willis had seen all too many times. Ever since the virus had stolen Lopmon away from him, it seemed the two twin digimon were always in combat. And Willis wasn't quite sure just how much longer he could stand it.
"Howling Destroyer!" Wendigomon called out, or rather the dark virus controlling him did. Wendigomon's face twisted with pain as his mouth opened and a red ball of energy flew at Gargomon. Gargomon leaped and rolled to the side, and thrust his arm forward. He called out, "Gargo-Barret!" before firing out several rounds on Wendigmon. Wendigomon simply stood as the bullets ricocheted off his chest.
"The virus is growing stronger everyday..." Willis moaned as he watched the battle. Wendigomon charged forward at Gargomon, and backhanded him across the face. As Gargomon flew to the side, tumbling, Wendigomon delivered a swift kick in his stomach, launching him into the street.
Gargomon struggled to his feet, but it was obvious this battle was almost over. He lifted his arms once more, and fired off several more rounds, "Gargo-Barret!" Wedigomon took the attack as easily as he had before, and Gargomon simply collapsed to the ground, reverting back to Terriermon.
But apparently victory wasn't enough to appease the virus inside of Wendigomon, it wouldn't be satisfied with anything but total annihilation. It slowly began to walk towards the battered Terriermon, chuckling in the virus's twisted, mechanical voice.
"Lopmon, no!" Willis screamed, darting ahead of him and spreading his arms wide to block him from Terriermon, "That's enough of this! What do you want, I'll do anything if you just leave us be!"
Wendigomon's head suddenly darted up and he let out a hideous scream. His fists clenched and his knees shook. Willis stared at him with wide eyes, and knew Lopmon was trying to fight the virus, "Come on, Lopmon! You can do it, fight it! Fight it with everything you have!"
Just then , Lopmon's voice echoed in Willis's head, "Willis...". The struggling in his voice was obvious. Lopmon was fighting a losing battle against the virus, "Willis...find...the..." Wendigmon once again let out a tremendous scream. Lopmon's voice came again, this time barley audible, "Find them! Find the d..." Wendigomon let out one final yell as he faded away in the strange gust of wind that had carried him in.
Willis fell to his knees, "Find...who?" Tears streamed down his face as the wind disappeared, and he raised his hands in the air, letting out one final yell before collapsing, "LOPMON!!!!!!!"