Where could she be? She has to be around here somewhere! Questions flooded the warrior's mind as he raced through the forest in search of the red-headed human. Blue eyes frantically searched between trees and bushes.

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His heart pounded in his chest as he began to wonder if he was already too late. What if she was already caught? What would Piedmon do to her? Would he hurt her? Agunimon wouldn't allow that to happen. He promised to help her, to protect her. If he laid a hand on Allison he'd turn that clown freak to data.

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He came to a stop upon seeing a bag with its contents scattered behind it. Drawing pencils, a box of matches, and a bottle of lighter fluid. That was no doubt Allison's bag.

"She must have ran off.." He paused and his eyes widened when he saw a trail of blood dragged across the ground away from the bag. She was hurt. Something dragged her away. Quickly he shoved the contents into the bag and threw it over his shoulder, following the trail of blood. Whatever caught her was taking her back to the circus, but it obviously didn't succeed since the blood trail ended and began just spots of blood, heading away from the trail.

"...She got away?" That could mean she was still out there! But was no doubt still being hunted down. Hastily he followed the clues, swallowing hard as the hard ground soon became softer and muddier. The river was close by, he could hear it. But he feared the worse.

Water raced down the river, crashing into rocks with dangerous force. There was no way a human could have survived falling into that. A Digimon like himself would have a hard time getting out of that without getting severely injured themselves. His skin felt ice cold.

If Allison fell in, she could have drowned, or could have even been crushed. Allison would have died. He shook his head refusing to believe that's what happened.

"Allison!" He shouted, not caring if anyone heard him, staying close to the river as he continued his search throughout the night.

Back at the circus, the tall clown paced back in forth in the large tent as it was being torn down. "What do you mean she fell in!?" He snarled, a frown on his face.

A rather beaten up Cerberumon whimpered softly in response, his ears lowering.

"I don't care how strong the current was! Do you know what that means?!" Snapped Piedmon, roughly grabbing the large dogs ear and pulling harshly.

"It means that our best performer could be dead!"

Cerberumon whimpered and yelped in response, trying to calm his master down by bringing a bright side to things.

"No, if she's alive and not within our possession its even worse! You know how dangerous she is?! They'll have my skin if they find out she's gone!"

Just outside of the tent a dark haired girl listened closely, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"She escaped...whats he rambling on about? If who finds out? Allison..dangerous?" Max whispered to herself. What was Piedmon talking about? Allison wasn't dangerous, her attitude was kinda feisty but she could barely kill a fly with a flyswatter! There was something more here than meets the eye, and Max was going to find out, one way or another.

"So get out there and find her! Dead or alive bring her back!" A yelp rang throughout the area and Cerberumon came rushing out of the circus tent, a fresh wound on his back. Gunmetal eyes watched as she shook her head. "Stupid Allison.." She muttered, biting her lip.

Water splashed and raced along nosily, the murky liquid numbing a red headed girl's lower half. Weakly her eyelids opened, revealing two bloodshot blue and green eyes. Despite blood leaking from a gash across her temple to just above the middle of her brow she was alive. Soaked, cold, aching, and partially numb, she was alive.

Instantly water forced its way out of her system, causing her to violently cough up water, her fingers digging into the muddy ground, clinging as if in fear her body would be carried away by the river again. What happened? Where was she now? If her head would stop pounding she might have been able to focus.

"Allison!" The voice was loud but close by, and growing closer. She recognized that voice. But who was it? She couldn't remember if that was a friendly voice, or one she feared. It was all a blur. "Allison!"

Allison..They were calling for her..At least she thought it was her. With a wince she clawed at the cold muddy ground, dragging herself up out of the water towards the grass, with what little strength she had. She choked out a whimper as a searing pain burned into her right shoulder. It felt like someone had placed hot embers on her bare skin.

Slowly the numbness of the water slipped away as she made her way into the sanctity of the tall lush grass, quickly making her want to hide back in the water. The pain that coursed through her made tears slip down her mud and blood caked face. Despite being alive every movement and breath made her want to die. Her shoulder was burning fierce, racing down her arm. Her lungs were aching and her throat felt raw. Her entire body felt like it was just one giant bruise.

"Allison!" The voice was growing further away, her eyes beginning to drift close again. Allison felt so cold, so weak. "H..h-h-elp.." She manage to spit out, which only came out as a mere whisper. Soon enough, her vision grew dark and she passed out, slipping away into the darkness of her subconscious.