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New Threats-Part II
Izzy quietly walked into the apartment he lived in. The lights were off and he fumbled for the light switch near the door. He found it after a moment and clicked the lights on, then gasped and backed toward the door.
Coming towards him were two more of the black-clad people.
"Izzy, wait!" one of them cried, reaching up and removing the mask.
"Mom?" he dumbfoundedly observed.
The other masked person also removed their mask to reveal his father.
"What's going on?" Izzy questioned.
Mrs. Izumi quickly wiped away tears of happiness and replied: "oh, Izzy, we thought you were dead!"
"Dead? But why? Isn't this the same hour I left?"
Mr. Izumi shook his head and responded: "you've been gone for weeks."
"Izzy, here, put these on," Mrs. Izumi stated, handing Izzy an outfit exactly like the ones all the other people had been wearing.
"Why? What's going on?"
"We'll explain later," Mr. Izumi gruffly stated. "Just go change. Now."
Izzy slowly walked to his room wondering what could possibly have happened while he had been gone.
Five minutes later he was dressed in all black, carrying the black mask in his hands. He didn't want to put the mask on until he found out what this was all about.
"So what happened?" he queried as he sat down on the couch. "Why can't I wear my regular clothes?"
"Izzy, if you don't look like everyone else, he'll find you. You don't want that," Mr. Izumi explained. "After you left for the Digiworld, he came. I don't know exactly how he got here, but he claimed he was from the future. He won't tell anyone his real name; he only goes by "Creed." He just... Took over."
"What do you mean 'took over?'" Izzy repeated.
"He took control of everything. Europe, North America, Asia... Izzy, he even took care of military bases on Antarctica," Mrs. Izumi replied.
"But why-"
"Just wait," Mr. Izumi harshly interrupted. "About the clothes. Creed made everyone wear these. We're not supposed to be different from each other."
At this point, Mrs. Izumi's eyes began watering with tears and she sobbed: "Izzy, he'll kill you if he finds you!"
"What-"
"Creed has been searching for you and all of your friends. Anyone who finds you has orders to kill you on sight," Mr. Izumi muttered.
Izzy's eyes widened in surprise, but he allowed his parents to continue unquestioned.
"He wouldn't tell anyone why, he just ordered it. Your father and I have been trying to keep out of his control as much as possible, but it is very difficult. News is already traveling that you're back. Your trolley crashed a huge rally event Creed was hosting and he is definitely not happy about that."
A loud crash from downstairs suddenly sounded and Mr. Izumi whispered: "Izzy, you've got to get out of here. Put the mask on and don't take it off unless you're alone" while leading his son to the fire escape.
"What about the others? I mean all the other kids parents. What about them?" Izzy quickly questioned.
"They've been trying to hold out, but it's been hard for them, too. Mr. Ishida has really been fighting against Creed, but sooner or later he'll be caught," Mr. Izumi answered.
Another crash from downstairs sounded and Mrs. Izumi whispered: "be careful Izzy. They're searching the building" then hugged her son before he climbed out the window and onto the fire escape.
The window shut behind him and he quickly slipped the mask over his face. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he didn't have time.
He raced down the fire escape and was soon racing away, feet pounding on the pavement...
New Threats-Part II
Izzy quietly walked into the apartment he lived in. The lights were off and he fumbled for the light switch near the door. He found it after a moment and clicked the lights on, then gasped and backed toward the door.
Coming towards him were two more of the black-clad people.
"Izzy, wait!" one of them cried, reaching up and removing the mask.
"Mom?" he dumbfoundedly observed.
The other masked person also removed their mask to reveal his father.
"What's going on?" Izzy questioned.
Mrs. Izumi quickly wiped away tears of happiness and replied: "oh, Izzy, we thought you were dead!"
"Dead? But why? Isn't this the same hour I left?"
Mr. Izumi shook his head and responded: "you've been gone for weeks."
"Izzy, here, put these on," Mrs. Izumi stated, handing Izzy an outfit exactly like the ones all the other people had been wearing.
"Why? What's going on?"
"We'll explain later," Mr. Izumi gruffly stated. "Just go change. Now."
Izzy slowly walked to his room wondering what could possibly have happened while he had been gone.
Five minutes later he was dressed in all black, carrying the black mask in his hands. He didn't want to put the mask on until he found out what this was all about.
"So what happened?" he queried as he sat down on the couch. "Why can't I wear my regular clothes?"
"Izzy, if you don't look like everyone else, he'll find you. You don't want that," Mr. Izumi explained. "After you left for the Digiworld, he came. I don't know exactly how he got here, but he claimed he was from the future. He won't tell anyone his real name; he only goes by "Creed." He just... Took over."
"What do you mean 'took over?'" Izzy repeated.
"He took control of everything. Europe, North America, Asia... Izzy, he even took care of military bases on Antarctica," Mrs. Izumi replied.
"But why-"
"Just wait," Mr. Izumi harshly interrupted. "About the clothes. Creed made everyone wear these. We're not supposed to be different from each other."
At this point, Mrs. Izumi's eyes began watering with tears and she sobbed: "Izzy, he'll kill you if he finds you!"
"What-"
"Creed has been searching for you and all of your friends. Anyone who finds you has orders to kill you on sight," Mr. Izumi muttered.
Izzy's eyes widened in surprise, but he allowed his parents to continue unquestioned.
"He wouldn't tell anyone why, he just ordered it. Your father and I have been trying to keep out of his control as much as possible, but it is very difficult. News is already traveling that you're back. Your trolley crashed a huge rally event Creed was hosting and he is definitely not happy about that."
A loud crash from downstairs suddenly sounded and Mr. Izumi whispered: "Izzy, you've got to get out of here. Put the mask on and don't take it off unless you're alone" while leading his son to the fire escape.
"What about the others? I mean all the other kids parents. What about them?" Izzy quickly questioned.
"They've been trying to hold out, but it's been hard for them, too. Mr. Ishida has really been fighting against Creed, but sooner or later he'll be caught," Mr. Izumi answered.
Another crash from downstairs sounded and Mrs. Izumi whispered: "be careful Izzy. They're searching the building" then hugged her son before he climbed out the window and onto the fire escape.
The window shut behind him and he quickly slipped the mask over his face. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he didn't have time.
He raced down the fire escape and was soon racing away, feet pounding on the pavement...