Author's note: We do not own Digimon, the song Smooth Criminal. Or anything else for that matter -_-
Matt struck a test chord on his guitar and counted off in a whisper, away from the microphone, away from the screaming waves of fans. "One, two, three, four."
The base came in pulses, loud, filled with addicting intensity.
Sora was sitting at her kitchen table.
As he came into the window
Was a sound of a crescendo
A thud just outside her window resounded through the wall. She lifted her head slowly to see the door opening.
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She was sitting at the table
He could see she was unable
The eyes of the unknown man locked on Sora's, piercing through the shadow of his face. His drawing of a single breath filled her with alarm, an instant feeling of dire terror.
So she ran into the bedroom
The feeling of dread made her heart pound in her chest, sending awful tremors through her body. She stumbled out of her chair, knocking it to the floor. The sound of heavy breathing followed her as she fled down the dim hall. To the bedroom she ran, backing herself up against the wall to watch the doom approaching. Not the slightest scream could escape her throat.
She was struck down
It was her doom
Annie, are you OK
you OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
You OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Tai looked up from his cigarette to the balcony windows of the apartment complex across from him. The light in the room silouhetted the figure inside, which he knew to be his friend Sora's. He flicked his cigarette ash down into the street below, watching it spiral gently downward.
The placid air was decimated by a desperate scream that echoed in the pit of his stomach.
It was cut short.
The city lay silent as though nothing had happened. Tai's blood seemed to burn his veins and nerves as his eyes returned to the glowing window. The sight was not Sora's delicate figure. It was leering and dark. It was someone else entirely.
Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
Tai didn't bother to put together the pieces; his feet carried him like the wind to Sora's door.
It was open.
There was something dark deeply staining the floor.
It led in a trail down the hall.
He came into your apartment
Left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal
Matt's cell phone vibrated on T.K.'s belt. Unable to hear the voice through his brother's performance, he answered it and plugged up one ear.
"Shitshitshit, it's everywhere-no- get over here—SHIT—called 911, it—she's—dammit, Matt, now—".
"Tai? What the hell happened?"
"TK? Sora's—she's broken—I'll be here, hurry—get Matt—"
There was a soft thump as the phone was dropped. TK could here more violent swearing in the background.
So they came into the outway
It was Sunday
What a black day
I could feel your salutation
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal
Annie, are you OK
Will you tell us that you're OK
There's a sign at the window
That he struck you
A crescendo, Annie
came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Annie, are you OK
You OK
you OK, Annie
Matt wiped the sweat from his forehead and let his fingers relax. That song always left him feeling exhausted, physically and mentally.
TK stood offstage, waving frantically, then ran out and shouted something in Matt's ear.
His guitar fell forgotten to the floor.