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First Kiss - Chapter 1
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"Card-Slash!" she yelled, as the green card sparked through Ruki's Digivice. "Heavy Metal!"
Only a few feet away, Renamon growled. The guttural snarl told Ruki her partner approved of the transformation. The yellow fox's left paw dissolved and in its place, a heavy steel piston hovered at the end of her arm. Ruki watched, with grim resolve, as Renamon lowered the new appendage against the eye of the rogue Parasimon. The young girl felt no hesitation or regret.
Ruki still felt the pain of her capture. When the Parasite Digimon attacked and rendered her subservient. The knowledge she had injured her partner, the mighty Renamon, and nearly killed Takato, cut deep. Even though her rational side knew she was acting under the control of the malevolent Digimon, late in the night, when sleep eluded her, spikes of shame plagued her mind.
As Renamon fired the weapon and the steel plunger penetrated the ugly purple enemy, the last notes of her song faded from her mind. Overwhelmed by the damage i
A Search Of The ParanormalTentacles miles long and no less then six feet thick. So huge and long, you could never see what monstrous figure they were so gruesomely attached to, jut by looking up. It would take an epic journey to find the start of those slimy, sickly things. There brains, the mounds of rigid, mossy green-like substance that flowed out the tops of there heads. The disgusting organs that gave them such superior intelligence, compared to even the greatest, most wise of the human race. There intelligence that they spend countless hours, days, and years inscribing onto parcels of paper, with detailed, alien-Esc figures and shapes, that could be assumed as letters of there alphabet. An alphabet so different and unlike any other I have ever seen or studied. Those haunting, mind boggling words and letters, that not even I could fathom as to what they said, once translated into the English language. That is what has haunted me the most. The unknown of what they could have possibly been thinking. What nig
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