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Inside the GeneTech building, a recently digivolved Renamon sat in a cell, her body bruised and bloody from the abuse of the GameMaster. Just after she had changed, the GameMaster started trying to rape her. She had put up a fight, biting his arm, her teeth grinding the bone. He had yelled and cussed, punching her so hard that her vision swam before leaving for several days. Today, he was back, and this time he had brought some chains and a pipe. The GameMaster was a tall man with a slight beer gut and with old muscels that refused to disappear. He looked at her for a few minutes, then he took the chains and started wrapping them around her, tying her arms behind her back, forcing her head back so he could wrap a chain around her throat. He then used the bar to force her legs apart, locking it in place with more chains. "You, bitch, are going to be my new playtoy. If you struggle, well, I got a toy that won't feel too good in sensitive areas," he said as he pulled a cattle prod. "Now you'll be able to behave, won't you?" he asked as he started to unbuckle his pants. Suddenly, a voice neither reconized rang out from behind the GameMaster. "You know, I was looking for someone, an old friend. Now I see a man trying to rape that friend. I'd say I'm sorry, except I'm not," it said. The GameMaster turned around, both he and the Renamon looking at a boy with black hair and blue eyes in a shortsleeve black turtleneck with a deep grey sleeveless hoodie over it. He had black cargo pants and some black combat boots. His arms were wrapped in dark red Muay Thai wrapping up to the elbow. "Who the fuck are you?!" the GameMaster said. "My name is not important. What is important, however, is the fact that you were trying to rape her," he said, pointing at the Renamon. "So? She's my property! As are all the digimon in this building!" the man said. "Wrong, you worthless sack of shit! She is noone's property!" the boy yelled, shifting in to a strange fighting stance, his hands hooked in claws and held in front of him, his legs bent at the knee and feet point in different directions. "Ha! If you think I'm going to fight you, you're sadly mistaken, boy. Mera!" the GameMaster called down the hall. The boy turned as he heard a familiar chuckle. In his line of sight stood a Meramon, staring at the boy. "YOU!" the boy yelled. The Meramon looked perplexed. It looked at the boy before asking, "Do I know you?" "I should think so, you bastard," the boy growled almost animal like as he reached up to pull down the neck of his shirt to reveal a collar of burn scars. 'Wait... only one person has that burn mark. It can't be!' thought both the Meramon and Renamon. The Renamon looked at the boy in shock, the Meramon in interest. "Well, well. The little child has finally put on his big boy pants, has he? Too bad you'll die here," it said, cracking a smile. The boys shoulders shook, the Meramon believing it had frightened the child into crying. It stopped that train of thought as the boy released a booming laugh. "You think you can stop me? I'm not the little boy who got his ass handed to him anymore. Bring it!" he said, shifting back into the strange fighting stance. The Meramon suddenly lurched forward, its hands reaching to grab the boy. The boy stood there, letting the hands get close enough to grab... nothing? It heard someone chuckle as it felt a light tap on the back of its head. The Meramon flew forward, smashing into a wall. It got up, sweeping rubble off of its body before chuckling. "You have gotten stronger. I admit, I am impressed. If you were a digimon, this would almost be fun," it said before launching a wave of flame at the boy.