Did We Lose Them?
[Well, this is the first fic I've posted in a while. I doubt I have any loyal readers, but if I do, sorry it's been so long. I don't know what possessed me to write this, but it is totally separate from any of my other ones. Everyone is still alive, but they're no longer in the digiworld.]
Well, it was hard to remember. Had it really been that long? Taichi Yagami was lying on the couch in his apartment, the one he, Matt, and Izzy shared. They were all in college now, and by strange coincidence, all of them were going to the same one. Izzy had been skipped ahead a few grades, for obvious reasons, so he was able to be with them. Matt's band hadn't panned out, so he was also able to be there. He was thinking about the digiworld. He couldn't even remember how many years it had been since they had left, and he wanted to know. But, he didn't have time. He had his Chem class in ten minutes, so he'd have to hurry. He grabbed his books and left, leaving the door unlocked for Izzy, who would be getting out of his Advanced Calculus class in five minutes.
A figure, clothed in black, despite the heat of the day, approached a room and rang the bell. No answer. He smiled, and entered, knowing the door would be unlocked. He also knew that Izzy would be detained in his class for at least seven minutes after it was supposed to be over, so he had a little time. He proceeded to ransack the room, tearing things off the wall, pulling things out of bookshelves, breaking the TV into two pieces, flipping tables and chairs. When he was finished, it looked as though a robber had gotten in, taken a few things, and had left. He then left, but not before placing a small black package, hidden in his shirt, beneath a pile of debris, and smiling all the while, left the apartment.
Izzy was walking along; whistling, a little annoyed that class had taken so long. Gods, did that teacher never stop talking? He was interrupted by the sound of someone calling his name. He turned, to see Tai running after him, and stopped, to let Tai catch up. "Hey Tai, what's up?" Izzy asked. "Not much, I just took my Trig book instead of my Chemistry book, so I gotta go back." Tai said, smacking his forehead. "Ah, well you'd better go get it. Hey Tai, race ya! Last one there gets to pay next month's rent!" Izzy yelled, leaving Tai in the dust. Tai raced after him, not about to be beaten by a computer nut, laughing all the way.
Izzy beat him to the apartment, but soon forgot about the rent: their apartment door was hanging open, half ripped off it's hinges. Tai slammed into Izzy, not being able to slow down in time. "Why'd you stop, Izzy!?" Tai said, before looking over Izzy's head at their apartment. "What the hell happened?" Izzy asked, stepping into the apartment. "I don't know. I think we were robbed." Tai said, picking through the ruins of what had once been a nice-looking room. Izzy bent over, picking up a small black box, sticking out of the debris. "I wonder what this is…"
Matt walked along the sidewalk, humming under his breath, happy that his class had gotten out early. He felt like challenging Izzy to a few rounds of Tekken 4, his favorite game. He felt like he might even be able to beat Izzy this time, given enough luck, and the fact that he planned to have Izzy drink a beer or two, or five, before playing him. He pushed the button for the crossing light, his building in sight. As soon as he got across the street, he would be able to even see the door. The light changed, and he ran across, ready to beat Izzy.
"I wonder what this is. Hey Tai, c'mere and look at this." Izzy said, beckoning Tai over. "Do you know what this is? Is it something of ours?" Izzy asked. "I don't think so, it's not mine, but it might be Matt's. Let's clean up and wait for him to get here." Tai said, taking the box from Izzy, and placing it on a shelf behind him. "Wait, let me look at it once more Tai." Izzy grabbed the box from the shelf, and flipped it over on all sides, looking for an opening. He found one, and pulled, ripping off the black paper that was wrapped around it. Tai came over and looked at it. "Hey, that's a signal receiver, and over there's some sort of switching mechanism." Tai said, pointing at various parts of the box, naming names. "How do you know all of this?" Izzy asked. "Easy Izzy, it's because I'm in an Electronics class and you're not." Tai said, grinning.
"Perfect" The black-clothed figure said. He hit a button on something hidden in his pocket.
A giant fireball ripped out of the apartment, and the huge explosion following it shattered windows for over a mile around. The force of it blew Matt, who was approaching the building, back, slamming him into the sidewalk. After he'd gotten up he started running towards the building, wondering just what had happened. As he got closer, he saw that it was his apartment that had blown up, and that made him run even faster, fearing the worst. He got up to his floor, and, seeing the destruction, fell back against the railing, and leaned there for a moment, gathering his courage. He stood up, and went inside, braving the flames that were burning, hoping that no one had been in the room. He had gotten about five feet inside the door before he realized something. Both he and Tai had chemicals in the kitchen that they'd stolen from the Chem lab. They were planning on playing a little trick. All of the chemicals were extremely combustible. His eyes became huge, and he began to turn around.
"But wait, you've got all those chemicals in there, don't you?" The dark figure asked. He laughed, knowing what was about to happen.
Matt was blown back through the apartment, out the door, and slammed into the railing, breaking his right arm and leg. The force was great enough that he broke the rail itself out of the concrete, and he fell, twenty feet, onto the concrete below, breaking more bones, this time his other leg and several ribs. Sirens wailed in the distance. Matt wondered if he was going to die. It certainly looked that way. Matt lay in a widening pool of blood, alive, but just barely. Just before he passed out, he wondered if Izzy had been in the apartment. He hoped not. He passed out, and knew no more.
[Well, that's the fic! At least, part one is. Don't worry, there will be more parts, but don't you just hate these cliffhangers? And, if you don't review, there won't BE any more parts, so review!]