{"sf1_id":713799,"sf2_id":"7ejkvgKm","title":"Digimon N3RA -Memories- Chapter 1","author":"MY_O_TIS","words":1957,"posted_at":"2014-06-04T21:58:00.000Z","tags":["Fighting","Human","Renamon","Romance","Story Progression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/713799-digimon-n3ra-memories-chapter-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejkvgKm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1c/67/1c67bd93-9a8d-4773-9596-6b1c140c700e","description":"#1 of Digimon N3RA -Memories-\n\nDescription","content":"Infromation:\n\n\"N3RA\" is my new story which will come in three parts each with its own chapters. \"Memories\" is the first part of this series.\n\nIf you read \"Digimon Fusion\", you might recognize some characters, especially the Chaos-Renamon alias \"Cathrin\". Don't be confused, even if some characters or some scenes might be a bit similar to \"Fusion\" its not related to that plotline at all. Sadly i had to give up on writing more chapters for \"Fusion\", but i hope you will like my new story just as much.\n\nI plan to upload the new chapter every 2-3 weeks. And, other than in \"Fusion\", i already planned the raw plotline of the story all the way to the end. So this story wont end the same way, as the old one.\n\nAnyways, i hope you will like this new story, if you have any ideas or suggestions, be my guest and write them in the comments.\n\nAddition:\n\nWriting on this story i came back to the already uploaded chapters and some things just felt like they could need some improovement.\n\n_Disclaimer:_\n\n_And still dont own anything Digimon related, this is a pure Fanfiction._\n\n**Digimon**\n\n**N3RA**\n\n**-Memories-**\n\n**Chapter 1**\n\n**_\\*rewrite\\*_**\n\n  \n\nViolet eyes. The first thing he could remember after he woke up. A pair of bright violet eyes looking at him, they seemed sad, desperate. But other than that, there was nothing, just pitch blackness.\n\nHe felt himself get dragged across the floor , a door opened and he was thrown into a dark room, left there in total solitude.\n\nAt first he tried to call for help, his throat felt sore, but nobody answered. The only time somebody checked on him was when a small hole in the door opened and a plate with something to eat was thrown inside. One look at the grayish stuff that looked all but edible and he ignored that he was hungry.\n\nHe tried to talk to the person who brought the food, but if there was anyone they ignored him.\n\nIt was cold. His Cell was dark and filled with moist air and as far as he could see there was not even a window, only a small air shaft. He stood up to look at it, his legs felt weak and he was dizzy. Using the wall to keep himself upright he dragged himself to the air shaft.\n\nThe faint hope he had melted away, it was protected by solid steel bars and even if he found a way to get rid of them, he doubted that the shaft was big enough so he could fit through.\n\nHe sat back down, scanning his surroundings, but there was literally nothing, not even a bed, just a bucket at the other end of the room.\n\nAs there was nothing else to see, he started to examine himself.\n\nTerribly thin limbs, his hands were trembling. He was clothed in a gray shirt and matching pants, his hair was shoulder long, appeared almost white. He also saw different surgical looking markings on his arms, accompanied by matching scars. He checked his feet and found the same, then he pulled up his shirt to find a long scar, all the way from his bellybutton upwards to his chest.\n\n\"What happened..?\"\n\nNo matter how often he tried to remember he just couldn't, there was nothing except for those bright violet eyes.\n\nFinally, after an eternity in this darkness, the door was opened and four Men in tactical armor came inside, two of them grabbed and pulled him to his feet, the other ones took him in their cross hairs.\n\nA moment he wondered why they were doing this, were they afraid of him? Looking at himself he ditched that thought, in his state he probably couldn't harm a fly, not to mention four whatever those men were.\n\nThey dragged him outside where he was blinded by bright lamps. They continued trough hallways until they stopped in a room. There they strapped him to chair and a tall guy with clean cut black hair, a smoking and matching sunglasses came in.\n\n\"What is...\" He started to ask, but was cut off by the smoking guy.\n\n\"We're asking the questions. First of all your name?\"\n\nHe tried to remember but as before there was nothing.\n\n\"I... I don't know. .. I can't remember.\"\n\nThe man just looked at him, thanks to the glasses you couldn't read what he was thinking, but he guessed he didn't believe him.\n\n\"What was the code name of your squad? Who was in charge?\"\n\n\"I have no idea what you're talking about. Where am I, who are you, and what the hell happened?\"\n\nHe asked. The smoking guy said nothing, for a few minutes he just stared at the boy. The glasses made it nearly impossible to read emotions in the mans face. Without a word he stood up and left the room.\n\nThe boy could hear him talking outside to some other men, he could not understand a word, tough, then he came back in and talked to those security guys.\n\n\"Take him back to his cell, we have to prepare the machines.\"\n\nThe boy did not like how amused the smoking-guy mentioned those \"machines\".\n\nAnd so once again he was dragged through the hallways with guns pointing at his face.\n\nBack in the cell they threw him to the floor again.\n\nThe boy looked at them, \"What are you...\" he didn't get to finish asking, the stock of one of their rifles hit him in the face.\n\n\"Shut up!\" the man growled. So they left him lying on the floor.\n\nThe boy tasted blood in his mouth. He did not try to stand up. There was no use anyways, where should he go?\n\nThe game was called \"Digimon Evolution Online\"\n\nA mmorpg based on the Digimon franchise, he waited an eternity for its release. He remembered watching the animes as kid, he loved them, even today he would watch some of the old episodes. The show was made for kids, sure, but this game would be different.\n\nHe followed the development of the game since it was announced, and it seemed to be much more than a kids game. The Chars were older than in the anime seemed more detailed. The combat system was stunning, as the Tamer was able to take a more active role in fights. You could simply switch between the tamer and the Digimon and make use of different weapons such as swords and guns. It was still a supporting role, yet better than just standing around idle and watch the Digimon fight.\n\nWhen the day finally came he had already been standing in line for over a day to get his copy of the game.\n\nAs he started the game and created his avatar, he tried to keep it as close to his own appearance as possible, brown, short and spiky hair, brown eyes, average build. At the end he gave himself the name Aeto, a synonym he used in most online games he played.\n\nHe had been thinking about which digimon he should choose for weeks, but now he was actually surprised that he couldn't choose his digimon partner by himself, they were randomly chosen by the game. But as he still hadn't come up with which one he would have been choosen he didn't mind it that much, but still he was hoping he would get a good one.\n\nAnd then after a few seconds of waiting, he was shown his new partner on the screen.\n\n\"Let's see...\" he said to himself, \"Chaos-Renamon...\"\n\nHe remembered the Renamon from the show, the biped yellow ninja-fox with the annoying brat as tamer. Yet this one looked different.\n\nInstead of the yellow color it was gray, with bright violet eyes.\n\nThe body also looked different.\n\nMatching the more mature style of the game the Digimon looked less cartoonlike. The average figure was more resembling a human then the original Renamon he knew from the series, except from the tail, the white fur around the neck and the fox like face of course.\n\nIt also wore clothing, a black tank top, black cargopants and violet straps around the arms, and had slender hands instead of the big paws.\n\n\"Well lucky me.\" he thought while checking the stats. An agile fighter, which could use swords as well as guns and had a teleportation ability, which would surely come in handy.\n\nLooking at it closely he realized that the Renamon seemed female, he didn't even know there were different genders in this game.\n\n\"Now a name...\" but then he saw that a name was already written above the description.\n\n\"Cathrin?\" Female indeed, he thought. He supposed it was randomly created by the game as well. He wondered why all this was given by the game, yet he liked what he got and as he found no options to change it anyways, he left it the way it was.\n\nFinally the first setup was over and just as he wanted to start his adventure, he heard a voice call for him.-\n\n\"Damien! Lunch is ready!\"\n\n\"Damn..\"\n\nHe opened his eyes, which slowly adjusted to the darkness. The dark cell, the closed door and the tray full of gray stuff of unknown origin.\n\n'A memory?' he thought, 'or just a dream?'\n\nDamien? Was that name? It felt kinda familiar at last.\n\nA bit information, better than nothing he thought to himself, even a bit disappointed that this was all: His name and some game that he was playing.\n\nBut that was all, there was nothing else. Millions of questions raced trough his head. Where was he, how did he end up her, who the fuck were these people and who was he?\n\nAs hard as he tried, there was no way he would get answers in here, so he hoped that this suit guy would tell him more, or at least a little bit. Even tough this \"Machine\" still worried him.\n\nHe didn't have to wait long, soon the same guys came in his cell again, grabbed him and threw him in the interrogation room he was before.\n\nThe suit guy was there as well.\n\n\"Well, maybe we could start again.\" He said putting a file on the table in front of him.\n\n\"My name is Autumns. Can you remember your name?\"\n\nHe hesitated for a moment, but then saw a chance to get some information.\n\n\"Damien... I guess.\"\n\n\"You guess?\" Autumns opened the file.\n\n\"Yes... I'm not sure.\" The boy said.\n\nAutumns scanned the file.\n\n\"According to our files you're name is Damien Adler, 19 years living in LA. Family came from Germany some years before World War 2. Unemployed etc. ... let's see... also known as Aeto on many online platforms. Comes from the greek aetós, which means eagle... or Adler, your last name, which coincidence.\" he said in a bored sarcastic manner, he closed the file and looked at Damien again.\n\n\"Do you know why you are here?\"\n\n\"No.\" He answered.\n\n\"What exactly do you remember?!\"\n\n\"My name...\" he hesitated again, \"that's all.\"\n\nFor a moment Autumns said nothing, then he stood up and opened the door.\n\n\"Is the machine ready?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir\" someone else replied.\n\nAutumns nodded and turned back to Damien.\n\n\"You're here because we are in need of your help. You have information that we need, unfortunately you seem to have lost most... or nearly every memory, but don't worry we will help you to remember.\"\n\nHe tapped on the white table and a small blue light lit up.\n\n\"Her, for example.\"\n\nAnd in front of him a holographic image appeared. Damien recognized it.\n\nThe grey Renamon from the game with her violet eyes.\n\n\"Cathrin...\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Digimon N3RA -Memories-","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/728421-digimon-n3ra-memories-chapter-2.json"}}