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Fire-Part II
Izzy scrutinized his new surroundings somewhat calmly considering the fact that he had gone to sleep in a healthy, green meadow and was now in a world that was made nearly entirely of flames.
He decided it was safe to draw the conclusion that he was captured by Fire, but what he didn't know was if his other friends were safe or if they were imprisoned as he was. None of the seven other Digidestined were shown on his Digivice, but for all he knew, Fire could have deactivated that function on the Digivice.
For the tenth time, he held the Digivice close to his face to try and figure out a way he could access its programming from his laptop other than the Digimon analyzer feature. While he was doing this, a voice sneered: "how cute. Playing with your little toys, I see."
Immediately, Izzy's gaze shot from the Digivice to where the voice was coming from. He saw nobody who could have said the remark, but he could see nobody.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Izzy shouted into the endless flames.
A hand clamped over his shoulder and the voice quietly answered: "turn around and you shall see the one that shall bring your death. The single word that passes one's lips when speaking of me is fire and so is my name."
Izzy stiffened at the touch of Fire's hand. It felt as though flames were coursing through his veins. Slowly, he turned to look into the eyes of Fire.
"You shall be the first to fall to my power, but certainly not the last," Fire hissed as she led Izzy through the fire-bars of his cage.
The boy felt too weak to remove Fire's hand from his shoulder and was forced to follow her.
They walked for a very long time and Izzy was beginning to feel as though he would collapse if he had to continue to endure Fire's awful touch.
When they finally stopped, Fire removed her hand from Izzy's shoulder and he felt as though he had opened a window in an unbearably stuffy room.
Fire turned to Izzy and stated: "say goodnight" before a ring of fire appeared around Izzy.
Immediately, Izzy knew there was no possible way to escape the fire as it began closing in. Laughter came through the roar of the fire as the flames touched his flesh, burning him, but he barely heard them as he was screaming in pain.
The bright yellowish-orange flames danced in front of his eyes as they continued to hit him and then he was plunged into darkness as the pain became too much to bear, the sounds of the scene etched into his mind...
~*~
Mimi whimpered in fear as she sat in the fire-cage she had awoken in. She was trying very hard not to cry, but the intensity of this new world was terrifying to her.
A single teardrop dripped from her chin and sizzled into oblivion in the heat of the fire realm before it had fallen an inch.
"How pathetic. Crying already," Fire growled.
Mimi snapped her attention to Fire and silently glared at her enemy.
"I would love to give you a reason to cry this instant, but that would disrupt the continuum of my plan," Fire informed, taking Mimi by the hand and leading her through the bars of the cage.
Mimi gasped when her skin came into contact with Fire's, experiencing the same strange feeling as Izzy had.
She was led through what seemed like miles and miles of flames until she was deposited into another cage.
"You aren't to be hurt...yet."
Mimi watched as Fire calmly walked away from her new cage, her mind still reeling from the fiery feeling she had felt.
Unknown to her, six other children were also being transferred to different cages not so far away from her.
A seventh child was reunited with his Digimon, though he was unconscious at the time...
~*~
"Izzy! Izzy, please wake up!" Tentomon pleaded.
Though he didn't know much about humans and what degree of injury they could survive, it was apparent to the bug-like Digimon that his partner was very, very badly hurt.
Tentomon worriedly hovered over the red-haired boy, taking in the severity of the burns. Once the original shock of seeing his best friend in such pain had worn off, he could see that the injuries were nearly as bad as he had first thought.
Although his breathing was shallow, Izzy was at least still breathing. There were thin, winding burns snaking up his arms and legs, but they didn't look too serious. What worried Tentomon the most was a deep cut that was just below Izzy's eye. Blood was still seeping from the wound and flowing down his face and judging by the looks of things, it seemed as though it had been doing so for a long time.
Tentomon knew that it was a very real threat that Izzy could bleed to death if the wound didn't clot soon. He also felt sure that if Izzy would only re-awaken, he would recover.
"Izzy!" Tentomon repeated.
To the Digimon's surprise, Izzy's eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. The first thing the boy did was clap his hand over the cut under his eye and look at his hand that had blood all over it.
"You're awake!" Tentomon joyfully cried.
"Tento?" Izzy weakly questioned.
"Yep," Tentomon answered. "Do you know if you'll be all right?"
Izzy sighed and fingered the cut under his eye again before responding: "I'll survive."
Fire-Part II
Izzy scrutinized his new surroundings somewhat calmly considering the fact that he had gone to sleep in a healthy, green meadow and was now in a world that was made nearly entirely of flames.
He decided it was safe to draw the conclusion that he was captured by Fire, but what he didn't know was if his other friends were safe or if they were imprisoned as he was. None of the seven other Digidestined were shown on his Digivice, but for all he knew, Fire could have deactivated that function on the Digivice.
For the tenth time, he held the Digivice close to his face to try and figure out a way he could access its programming from his laptop other than the Digimon analyzer feature. While he was doing this, a voice sneered: "how cute. Playing with your little toys, I see."
Immediately, Izzy's gaze shot from the Digivice to where the voice was coming from. He saw nobody who could have said the remark, but he could see nobody.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Izzy shouted into the endless flames.
A hand clamped over his shoulder and the voice quietly answered: "turn around and you shall see the one that shall bring your death. The single word that passes one's lips when speaking of me is fire and so is my name."
Izzy stiffened at the touch of Fire's hand. It felt as though flames were coursing through his veins. Slowly, he turned to look into the eyes of Fire.
"You shall be the first to fall to my power, but certainly not the last," Fire hissed as she led Izzy through the fire-bars of his cage.
The boy felt too weak to remove Fire's hand from his shoulder and was forced to follow her.
They walked for a very long time and Izzy was beginning to feel as though he would collapse if he had to continue to endure Fire's awful touch.
When they finally stopped, Fire removed her hand from Izzy's shoulder and he felt as though he had opened a window in an unbearably stuffy room.
Fire turned to Izzy and stated: "say goodnight" before a ring of fire appeared around Izzy.
Immediately, Izzy knew there was no possible way to escape the fire as it began closing in. Laughter came through the roar of the fire as the flames touched his flesh, burning him, but he barely heard them as he was screaming in pain.
The bright yellowish-orange flames danced in front of his eyes as they continued to hit him and then he was plunged into darkness as the pain became too much to bear, the sounds of the scene etched into his mind...
~*~
Mimi whimpered in fear as she sat in the fire-cage she had awoken in. She was trying very hard not to cry, but the intensity of this new world was terrifying to her.
A single teardrop dripped from her chin and sizzled into oblivion in the heat of the fire realm before it had fallen an inch.
"How pathetic. Crying already," Fire growled.
Mimi snapped her attention to Fire and silently glared at her enemy.
"I would love to give you a reason to cry this instant, but that would disrupt the continuum of my plan," Fire informed, taking Mimi by the hand and leading her through the bars of the cage.
Mimi gasped when her skin came into contact with Fire's, experiencing the same strange feeling as Izzy had.
She was led through what seemed like miles and miles of flames until she was deposited into another cage.
"You aren't to be hurt...yet."
Mimi watched as Fire calmly walked away from her new cage, her mind still reeling from the fiery feeling she had felt.
Unknown to her, six other children were also being transferred to different cages not so far away from her.
A seventh child was reunited with his Digimon, though he was unconscious at the time...
~*~
"Izzy! Izzy, please wake up!" Tentomon pleaded.
Though he didn't know much about humans and what degree of injury they could survive, it was apparent to the bug-like Digimon that his partner was very, very badly hurt.
Tentomon worriedly hovered over the red-haired boy, taking in the severity of the burns. Once the original shock of seeing his best friend in such pain had worn off, he could see that the injuries were nearly as bad as he had first thought.
Although his breathing was shallow, Izzy was at least still breathing. There were thin, winding burns snaking up his arms and legs, but they didn't look too serious. What worried Tentomon the most was a deep cut that was just below Izzy's eye. Blood was still seeping from the wound and flowing down his face and judging by the looks of things, it seemed as though it had been doing so for a long time.
Tentomon knew that it was a very real threat that Izzy could bleed to death if the wound didn't clot soon. He also felt sure that if Izzy would only re-awaken, he would recover.
"Izzy!" Tentomon repeated.
To the Digimon's surprise, Izzy's eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. The first thing the boy did was clap his hand over the cut under his eye and look at his hand that had blood all over it.
"You're awake!" Tentomon joyfully cried.
"Tento?" Izzy weakly questioned.
"Yep," Tentomon answered. "Do you know if you'll be all right?"
Izzy sighed and fingered the cut under his eye again before responding: "I'll survive."
