He lied on the floor, with his chest full of bleeding wounds. His blood, just as crimson as his hair, and as he tried to get up, a foot stomped him down. And he gasped for the air that was knocked out.
It all happened so sudden, so unexpected, no one could've seen it coming.
The boy looked up, heartbroken to see his former comrade and current murderer, and he cried, "You too, Taichi?"
And the only thing his long, brown haired comrade did was grab him by the collar of his shirt. The boy Taichi had tears streaming down his eyes, as he brought the red-haired boy to his ear, and whispered, "Koushiro…"
And while Taichi whispered his name, Koushiro repeatedly begged Taichi, "Please, Taichi…don't," he held tears in his eyes, and whimpered, "You don't have to-"
But Taichi shushed him, soothingly calming him down, consoling him, "Koushiro, I'm so sorry," and clutched the already bloodied knife in his hand.
Koushiro still begged Taichi to stop what he was doing, "Tai-" his appeals were silenced as the dagger pierced Koushiro's skin and straight into heart.
And gouts of blood squirted out as Koushiro started to cough blood up, at the same time trying to gasp for air.
The blood stained Taichi's clothes, and more blood covered Taichi as Koushiro collapsed on him. The blood came out in patterns, the same patterns as a heartbeat, and blotted Taichi's clean, white T-Shirt, and jeans. Taichi repeated again, "I'm sorry," then louder, "I'm sorry," and then screamed, "I'm sorry!" Falling into tears, embracing the dying body of Koushiro Izumi, Taichi cried for him. And what was Koushiro's response?
Not positive, not welcoming, not reassuring. No, after the hurt and confusion that came upon him, with the first thrusting of the dagger into his chest, the pain and hate started. Betrayal overpowered trust, hatred overpowering friendship. With every thrust, came cries for vengeance in Koushiro's mind. But was he in any position to commit a heinous act? Of course not, his body lied there mangled and beaten, bloody and bruised.
Koushiro only whispered into Taichi's ears, words of genuine hate, "Go die," and then his head collapsed onto Taichi's shoulder, his eyes closed, his chest splayed open, his hands losing its grip, and finally breathed no more.
Taichi only cried over his comrade's dead body, hearing those words only brought him more guilt. Surrounding him, where the other Digidestined, who watched the act, as if a theatre scene. In disbelief that such a deed could be committed by two friends.
But were the faces, shocked? Were their faces full of anger and outrage at Taichi's act? No, they were full of mourning and sadness, as they watched Taichi cradle Koushiro's empty shell of a body.
Watch. Their faces are saddened, for they have done so as well. They all have stabbed Koushiro as well, as they held their own daggers, bloodied along with their shaking hands.
And all of the Digidestined: Taichi, Yamato, Sora, Jyou, Takeru, Hikari, Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, Ken. They all have listened, as they heard the vile laughter, the laughter of a truly evil being. And they looked up, full of disdain, at the creature. Who was it? It was none other than Malomyotismon himself. As he sat above, on the throne above them all, the Digimon remarked, "I didn't believe you could all do such a thing! You all are just as evil as I!"
And then as Malomyotismon continued laughing, Taichi yelled, "We did it! Now give us back our Digimon and let us go!"
Malomyotismon laughed harder, "I can give you what you committed yourselves for," then waved his hand, then the Digidestined's Digimon were freed from their cages aside from them. Malomyotismon informed the group, "I could destroy you all, but the guilt and agony that is growing within you, beckons me to spare you."
And before Malomyotismon flew away, he informed the group, shoving the truth of their crimes in their faces, "Pathetic humans, you will all be consumed by your guilt, your sadness, and no matter how much you try to forget it, it'll come back with a vengeance, and when it does, you'll all be destructive to your own ends. How entertaining that will be to watch," then the Digimon left, leaving the Digidestined to embrace their Digimon.
Tentomon was freed from his cage, he saw it all, and how they ruthlessly slaughtered his partner. He flew to Koushiro's lifeless body; he nudged it, calling his name. But to no avail, the only response was blood oozing out of Koushiro's wounds, forming a lake of crimson blood.
While Tentomon mourned for his loss, the other Digidestined were approached by their Digimon, who were saddened as well, and they embraced each other, happy to see that their partners are not harmed. But they seemed to have already forgotten Koushiro's death, his life for theirs. Until they were rudely reminded as the pool of blood approached the Digidestined. And as it approached them, the Digidestined recoiled in fear, and were forced to see the mangled body of their comrade.
Sora was the first to say anything, telling the group, "We shouldn't have done it," tears again welled up in her eyes, "We could've found another way, we could've-"
Taichi ferociously yelled, "There was no other way! It was do as he said and kill Koushiro, or end up killing ourselves and our Digimon," and then as Taichi blinked, another stream of tears fell down from his face, and looking at Koushiro's calm expression on his face, then he thought inside, "Besides, Koushiro would've understood,"
In New York...
Mimi felt that something was amiss; she looked up into the sky, wondering what could've happened. She was still in New York, and her family was having a barbeque out at Central Park. Her mom was cooking hamburgers, but desperately needed the buns to place the patties on. Mimi's mother looked up with a spatula in her hand and called out to Mimi, "Mimi? Is there something wrong?"
And Mimi stared out to the sky, finding the sun setting behind the skyscrapers, she felt something. Something that she couldn't explain, as if, a part of her just died. But she couldn't put her finger on it. When her father placed a hand on Mimi's shoulder, she stopped staring, and hears her father ask what was wrong. Mimi turned around, and answered, "Nothing, just thought I heard something that's all,"
Her mother called out to Mimi, "Can you get those buns here? The patties are getting overcooked!"
Mimi scrambled for the buns on the picnic table, shouting, "Right, sorry!"
When Mimi handed the bag of buns to her mom, she thought, "When I get home, I'll ask Taichi how the battle with Malomyotismon went,"
In the World of Darkness…
"There's a lot of anger in this one," hissed a sinister voice.
Koushiro's body was carried on the back of Garurumon, and taken to a cliff overlooking the Digital World.
"Yes, much", bellowed a deep voice, "Desire to kill,"
Digmon started to burrow a hole, just the right size for the redhead's body.
"And a thirst for blood!" added the sinister voice.
They placed the body in the hole, and buried the empty shell.
"We could use him, use him to reclaim the Digital World,"
"Of course! His negative energy could feed us for years!"
"Wait!" cried the sinister voice.
The deep voice asked, "What is it?"
"Something doesn't feel right…"
It was nightfall, and the group left with tears and guilt in their eyes, leaving the dead body of Koushiro Izumi to decompose.
"The anger, the hate, its…"
"Yes? What is it?"
As they left Koushiro alone, in the dark and cold, to fend for itself, the spirit of Koushiro Izumi pries its way out of the grave.
And cries for vengeance, against all who have wronged him.
"It's alive!"
This is the testament of a madman, one who cannot stop crying, who cannot stop dying no matter how alive he felt. Nothing can compare to the pain, the sorrow he felt, or the agony he once felt and still does.
It was relatively quick, one can insist, for him to die…
But just not quickly enough…
To be continued…
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