Digimon4eva

I'm not going to let you take me down with you. That takes Courage . I'm not gonna turn my back on other people for you. That takes Friendship. I'm not going to let people down that takes Reliability. I'm going to care about peoples feelings. That takes Sincerity. I'm going to care for others. That takes Love. I'm not going to lose faith on others. That takes Hope. I'm going to shine to the brightest. That takes Light. I'm not going to be the one that makes the wrong decisions. That takes Knowledge. I'm not going to lose to the likes of you. That takes Miracles. I'm not going to rely on what you say of my future. That takes

  Half the world away, GaiaTech gave a statement to the press declaring, exuberantly, that the creature behind the attacks on their facilities had been apprehended.  What the monster's fate would be, however, was omitted from the statement; its current whereabouts were also kept secret.  Meanwhile, in London...  I drove my knee into Cat's gut, and he bent around my thigh with the force of the impact.  I hit him with a powerful uppercut, before sending him flying with a devastating blow with my tail.  He recovered quickly, however, righting himself in midair and shooting back at me with a boost of flame from the rockets on his legs.  He

  Down a clinical white-painted hallway, a young woman in a white lab coat grumbled to herself as she pushed a heavy cart along the hallway.  She was petite and around seventeen years old, with emerald-green eyes and the pale complexion of a person that spends long periods of time indoors.  Hanging from a lanyard around her neck was an ID badge, with her picture and the words "Elsa Williams, WORK EXP" written on it.   Looking at her, there wasn't much for the eye to catch.  She seemed, for all accounts, to be perfectly ordinary; just another studious teenager on work experience.   

  Bunker UMU-17 was built during the Cold War, when the threat of nuclear bombardment was a very real fear for some.  It was basically a set of aircraft hangars buried almost half a kilometre underground with an inner sanctum for the president and whoever else was lucky enough to be included on his list of people-I-want-to-survive-a-nuclear-holocaust-with.  It was surrounded by five ten-metre thick layers of super-hardened titanium armour that could withstand a direct hit from any missile or warhead you cared to aim at it.  UMU-17 had a self-contained air filtration system and enough food and water to l

  "Michael, your mum's here!" a voice shouted from the other room.  Michael wasn't listening.  His tongue crept slowly out of the corner of his mouth, and his face was set in concentration as he crept slowly forward.  He was little more than a misty haze, almost invisible against the rolling green hills and blue sky...  KA-PEEEW!!  The sniper round tore through his head, and he let out a howl of disappointment as Ben ran up and tea-bagged his lifeless corpse.  While in the act of it, however, Alex ran up behind him and blasted into his back with a shotgun.  "No!" Ben cried.  "Oh yeah!  Suck on that!" Alex taunted into Ben's headset.

  The sight of Apocalymon was both terrifying and majestic.  He was a fearsome, black-clad figure that, from the waist down, was encased in a violet dodecahedron that had several gilded rings set into their glossy, smooth faces.  Each gold ring was etched with mystical runes that had been written with, what looked like, blood.  His masked face resembled his son Beelzemon's, but it was narrower and his eyes bore an unmistakeable glow of menace and evil that Beelzemon's lacked.  Draped over his shoulders was a dark cloak that flowed around him in rippling waves.  His arms were long, with forearms bound in dozens of belts and bony talons tip