The Truth Part 3
by Cybra
A/N: I'm going to make this note as short as possible. So here's my short note: HI, EVERYBODY! There. I'm done being a dork.
Disclaimer: Let's think about this for a minute. If I owned Digimon, would I be writing fanfiction?
The whole group was completely silent.
Junpuu thought, 'I predict that the first thing Joe says is "Are you insane?".'
Joe spoke up first, "Are you INSANE?!"
'Knew it.'
Izzy thought for a moment. "That could work, but we'd have to be really careful about this."
Joe sputtered, "But, Izzy, that means you'd have to go OUT IN THE OPEN where that psycho could be hiding!"
Kyra nodded. "Yeah, but it would lure that guy into showing himself." Then she grew even more serious. "But the question is, how will we track you if you get nabbed?"
Izzy grinned and pulled out his trusty laptop. "It's very simple."
"Uh oh. He's going into computer-dork mode again," Mimi commented.
"As far as I can tell, every Digivice and Crest has its own power signature, but each Digivice has the same power signature as the Crest that goes with it."
"Izzy, this isn't the Digiworld!" Tai interrupted.
"Tai, pay attention and you'll see why I'm telling you this. I have actually managed to identify which wavelength of power is for each person by using the Digivice adapter on my computer to upload the power signatures of each Digivice."
Matt held up his hands. "Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You're saying that the little adapter thing Gennai gave you for our Digivices not only can show you what Digimon we've seen, but also upload information on each Digivice?"
Izzy nodded. "Precisely. After returning home, I began working to see if there was a better way of tracking everybody than just following the dot on the screen of a Digivice. It took a little doing, but it worked."
He clicked a few keys and a screen popped up. It showed a layout of the apartment. 8 little dots of different colors appeared in one room on the screen.
"Each color represents each Crest. Green is Sincerity, pink is Light, red is Love, orange is Courage, gray is Reliability, blue is Friendship, yellow is Hope, and purple is Knowledge."
"Why couldn't mine have been pink?" Mimi asked.
Izzy gave her a funny look. "I was really tempted, but I decided to go by the colors of the Crests." He turned his attention back to the screen. "The farther apart we are, the more general the map becomes. So when we get closer together, we get a clearer picture of where we all are."
"I think I see what you're getting at, old bean, and it's positively brilliant!" Junpuu exclaimed in a really fake British accent.
"Aren't my ideas ALWAYS brilliant?" he asked.
Junpuu stuck her tongue out at him before she continued. "As I was saying, we can track you by your Digivice according to what you've told us." She grinned. "And from all the dots, I'd say you guys all still wear your Digivices."
Tai shrugged and answered for them. "Force of habit."
Kyra leaned forward intently. "But all the colors could confuse somebody if you're not careful."
"Which is why if I type in a specific Crest name..." his voice trailed off as he typed in "Friendship". All the colored dots disappeared except for the blue dot. He smiled as he said, "I can just look at one dot."
Tai grinned. "Well, I guess we can pull it off! When do we start?!"
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Izzy sat reading one of his father's journals just outside the park. Nearby, Junpuu took her turn to watch the screen of his laptop. A single purple dot was all the color on the screen. She briefly wondered how Izzy could stand looking at the screen for several hours at a time.
"Excuse me, but could you tell me where the university is?" a man asked Izzy from his car.
Izzy set the journal down as he stood up and walked over to the driver. "Actually, you're pointed in the wrong direction." He pointed in the opposite direction. "The university's that way."
Before the boy could even blink, the man gripped his hand and yanked him into the car. Izzy's head hit the passenger side window, knocking him senseless.
The last thing he heard was, "Oh, but I AM going in the right direction, Izumi."
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Matt raced towards the car, Tai at his side. They had been walking towards the park to ask Joe if anything had happened. Tai gasped.
"That's Professor Carlson's car! I remember it was sitting in his driveway!"
The car sped away. Junpuu ran into view, the laptop open in her hands.
"He's heading towards the bridge that goes to Heighton View Terrace on the west side!"
Tai and Matt exchanged a glance.
"That's the same bridge that Sora's cousin shoved Izzy off by accident!" Tai exclaimed.
Matt smacked his hand to his forehead. "I knew that bridge's name sounded familiar! Tai, that's the same bridge Izzy's real parents had their accident on! The car went off the bridge and crashed into the water!"
Joe pulled up on his scooter.
"Somebody needs to hop on and tell me where to go! I'll drive you there!"
"Matt, take the laptop and get onto Joe's scooter with him! Junpuu, you're with me! I need you to call Izzy's parents while I call the police!"
Junpuu handed the laptop quickly to Matt and took off running with Tai.
"Good luck!" Matt called as he jumped onto the back of Joe's scooter.
That's when Matt realized something was wrong with this picture. Joe wasn't wearing a helmet and didn't have a helmet for him.
"Joe...?"
"I was in such a rush, I forgot! Besides, it's either break the law or allow Izzy to die!"
They sped along the back streets and alleyways to avoid the cops. Matt called directions to Joe as they kept going. Finally, the little purple dot on the screen stopped moving. It had stopped on the bridge.
"Joe! Izzy's on the bridge!"
"Then that's where Carlton's gonna kill him! Hang on tight!"
Matt felt the wind whip in his face even more as Joe literally buried the needle on his scooter. Joe was too afraid for Izzy to notice that he should be fearing for himself and Matt. One mistake at this speed could end in disaster. However, the adrenaline coursing threw the teenager's veins allowed his reflexes to become fast enough to control the scooter. Time was running out.
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Izzy regained awareness as he tried to move, but couldn't. He opened his eyes to find that whoever this guy was had tied him up in the back seat of the car.
"Well, well, well, it appears you're awake. Good. I wanted to hear you scream like I heard both your parents screaming that night," came a British-accented voice.
"Who are you?" Izzy demanded.
"Don't you remember? Oh, that's right. We met when you were only 5 months old so of course you wouldn't remember me. I'm Professor Joseph Carlson." Professor Carlson smiled. "Naughty boy. You were supposed to be in the car that night. Oh, well. I shall correct that problem this time."
Izzy tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. The deranged mathematician laughed.
"I'm afraid that won't work. So sorry." His smile broadened. "You see, 10 years ago on this very same bridge your parents were driving along when they had a little accident. I was driving along behind them, waiting for a chance to 'accidentally' run them off the road when the car ahead of them stalled. I used the opportunity to knock the car off the bridge, just to make sure that they died." His frown faded. "But then that idiot Satoshi showed several of Kojiro's friends and I that picture of you. That's when I realized that you hadn't died with your parents. So now, I'm going to fix that mistake."
Izzy looked around the car. He had the strangest feeling of deja vu. The car was an old car, probably 10 years old.
"Remember this car? Well, it's an exact copy of the one your parents died in." Professor Clarence smiled. "Have a nice trip. Say 'hello' to your parents for me!"
The boy watched in horror as the mathematician leaned opened the driver's side door and turned on the ignition. The car instantly came to life. The man picked up a cement brick and placed it on the gas pedal, flooring it. As the wheels spun and tried to catch the road, he slammed the door shut.
That's when the wheels caught and the car surged forward. Izzy began screaming as he looked through the windshield to see the edge of the bridge getting closer and closer. He heard over his screaming the buzz of a motor scooter. He looked back to see Joe and Matt riding on Joe's scooter.
"Matt! Joe!" Izzy yelled in fear.
He heard the sound of gunshots as the car broke through the railing on the bridge.
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Professor Carlson smiled as he watched the car go over the edge. The funny part was that the car was probably going at the same speed the first car had been going at, but that was definitely the same section of railing that had to be replaced after the original accident. That's when he saw a motor scooter with two kids riding towards him.
He quickly pulled out his hand gun and fired two shots, hitting the front tire of the scooter. It went out of control. The one up front quickly killed the engine and slammed on the breaks.
"Hang on, Matt!" the boy yelled to the second boy.
The blond held on even tighter as the blue-haired boy jerked the bike into a spin. Finally, the scooter stopped, leaving two dizzy and only slightly injured boys behind.
"Joe, you keep him busy! I'll get Izzy!"
The blue-haired boy, obviously Joe, nodded and cautioned, "Be careful, Matt! That water has to be freezing!"
"Right! As soon as I'm in the water with Izzy, get running and find a phone booth or something. Call the police and tell them where we are!"
Joe nodded again and ran across the road. The other boy put something yellow on the ground and then ran towards the side where the car had gone over. Professor Carlson moved the gun from boy to boy, unsure of who to shoot. That's when Matt leaped off the bridge in a perfect dive. At the same time, Joe made a run for it.
The mathematician fired off several shots, but wasn't able to hit the blue-haired boy. He ran over to the section of railing that had been ripped off. He gazed down into the water to see the blond hit the water.
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Matt felt the shock of the cold water as he dove in. Joe hadn't been kidding! He saw the car below him as it continued to sink. There must've been a leak somewhere letting water in. As he swam downwards, he saw that the windshield had spider-webbed because of the pieces of railing. Inside the car was a struggling Izzy.
Matt swam as fast as he could, trying to ignore the burning in his lungs. He had to make it! He had to! Finally, he managed to catch up to the car and held onto the side mirror on the passenger side.
Izzy's dark eyes were wide with pure terror. It was very understandable. He was sure he was about to die. Matt knocked on the window.
"Matt! The water's coming in!" Izzy yelled, panicked.
It was true, the water had already come in up to the younger boy's chest, within moments it'd be over his head. Matt knew that they'd have to wait before he could get Izzy free. What had Izzy said about water pressure? Something about the pressure having to be equal on both sides before you could break the glass.
Izzy grabbed his last gulp of air as the water surged over his head. He didn't struggle so he didn't waste precious oxygen. He reasoned that Matt's lungs must've been on fire by now. At last, the water had filled up the car.
Matt grabbed a piece of debris and smashed in the windshield. Grabbing a piece of shattered windshield, he swam to where Izzy was tied up. After quickly cutting the boy loose, the two of them swam as fast as their bodies would allow them towards the surface.
"AIR! AIR! AIRAIRAIRAIRAIRAIR!!!" Matt's lungs seemed to scream as his muscles screamed for respite.
'Almost there! I'm almost there!' Matt thought, trying to appease his lungs.
When Matt thought he wouldn't be able to hold his breath any longer, he broke the surface, Izzy right behind him. The two boys gasped for air gratefully as they swam towards the shore. They heard the curses from the man above them as he ran towards the ladder leading down to the dock near the bridge.
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"What do you MEAN 'Is this some kind of joke?'?!?!?!?! This is SERIOUS!!!!!!" Tai shouted into the phone. "There is a guy named Professor Joseph Carlson who is trying to KILL my friend Koushiro Izumi!!!" Junpuu listened intently as he paused. "NO, I AM NOT ON DRUGS!!!"
Junpuu grabbed the receiver. "Officer, please! This is a full-fledged emergency! We don't want to tie up the line, but we need you guys to come right away!"
"Look, kid. We get crank calls all the time on stuff like this. If we tried to check out every one, we'd be missing the REAL calls."
"But, sir, this is for REAL! I swear on the holy bible!!!"
"Kid, this isn't funny..." His voice trailed off as someone whispered to him. Junpuu couldn't hear what they were saying. After a few moments of whispering, the officer asked, "Did you say 'Izumi'?"
"YES!!!" she shouted, annoyed.
"We just got a call from the kid's parents sayin' that somebody was going after him. Where is he now?" the officer demanded.
"I DON'T KNOW!!! Joe or Matt should be calling you any minute now!"
The officer stared at the phone in disbelief. For the first time, the attempted murder prank wasn't a prank. It was real. Now, these kids had no clue where the victim was? Great...
That's when another phone rang. A lady officer picked it up.
"Police," she answered briskly. "Attempted homicide on the Hikarigama Bridge? Who is this? Joe Kiddo? Hold please..."
"That's the Joe that kid must've been talking about!" He turned on his radio. "Unit 5, get to the Hikarigama Bridge immediately!!! This is an emergency! Attempted homicide!"
The lady officer turned back to Joe on the phone, "Don't worry. Your friend will be just fine."
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Matt laid on the dock gasping for breath, knowing that he was wasting precious time, but he needed time to gain his breath back. Both of them had almost drowned! Izzy tried to stand up next to him.
"We've...gotta...get...outta...here," Izzy said while panting.
"Too late," a cold voice informed him.
A gunshot rang out as Izzy leaped to the side. Matt, suddenly full of energy, rolled out of the way. As TK would've said, this was scarier than the movies!
Professor Carlson fired off two more shots before Matt leaped to his feet and tackled the scientist. The two of them began to fight, using whatever they could to fight. Matt was younger, but Professor Carlson had the strength of madness on his side. He'd come so close to finishing the job that he wasn't going to quit just yet.
As the scientist and blond fought, Izzy watched the battle in horror. He longed to hear the sounds of the police sirens above them. Then maybe he could've been able to yell for help. However, that prospect didn't sound too good at the moment. His throat was still sore from screaming.
When Matt was thrown off the crazy scientist, Izzy took a step forward to help his friend...only he almost slipped on something on the ground. He glanced down to see that his foot had stepped on something metallic.
'The gun...' he thought.
The redhead had always told himself that violence didn't solve anything, but right now...now he wanted to blow this guy's head off. He bent down and picked the gun up in his hand.
Professor Carlson laughed, "Foolish boy! I'll kill Izumi and then you!"
That's when he turned to see the business end of his handgun pointed about 3 feet away from his face. Not enough room to dodge and the gun was out of reach. The mathematician gulped.
Matt looked to see what had suddenly frightened the scientist when he saw Izzy standing there with a gun in his right hand. Izzy's left hand was on his right wrist in order to keep his aim steady. In his dark eyes, Matt saw the pure rage and hatred at this one man.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Creepy! I wonder what's going to happen next!!! :::thinks for a moment::: Wait a sec., I'M writing this thing!!! I should know!!! Well, R&R if you don't mind.
by Cybra
A/N: I'm going to make this note as short as possible. So here's my short note: HI, EVERYBODY! There. I'm done being a dork.
Disclaimer: Let's think about this for a minute. If I owned Digimon, would I be writing fanfiction?
The whole group was completely silent.
Junpuu thought, 'I predict that the first thing Joe says is "Are you insane?".'
Joe spoke up first, "Are you INSANE?!"
'Knew it.'
Izzy thought for a moment. "That could work, but we'd have to be really careful about this."
Joe sputtered, "But, Izzy, that means you'd have to go OUT IN THE OPEN where that psycho could be hiding!"
Kyra nodded. "Yeah, but it would lure that guy into showing himself." Then she grew even more serious. "But the question is, how will we track you if you get nabbed?"
Izzy grinned and pulled out his trusty laptop. "It's very simple."
"Uh oh. He's going into computer-dork mode again," Mimi commented.
"As far as I can tell, every Digivice and Crest has its own power signature, but each Digivice has the same power signature as the Crest that goes with it."
"Izzy, this isn't the Digiworld!" Tai interrupted.
"Tai, pay attention and you'll see why I'm telling you this. I have actually managed to identify which wavelength of power is for each person by using the Digivice adapter on my computer to upload the power signatures of each Digivice."
Matt held up his hands. "Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You're saying that the little adapter thing Gennai gave you for our Digivices not only can show you what Digimon we've seen, but also upload information on each Digivice?"
Izzy nodded. "Precisely. After returning home, I began working to see if there was a better way of tracking everybody than just following the dot on the screen of a Digivice. It took a little doing, but it worked."
He clicked a few keys and a screen popped up. It showed a layout of the apartment. 8 little dots of different colors appeared in one room on the screen.
"Each color represents each Crest. Green is Sincerity, pink is Light, red is Love, orange is Courage, gray is Reliability, blue is Friendship, yellow is Hope, and purple is Knowledge."
"Why couldn't mine have been pink?" Mimi asked.
Izzy gave her a funny look. "I was really tempted, but I decided to go by the colors of the Crests." He turned his attention back to the screen. "The farther apart we are, the more general the map becomes. So when we get closer together, we get a clearer picture of where we all are."
"I think I see what you're getting at, old bean, and it's positively brilliant!" Junpuu exclaimed in a really fake British accent.
"Aren't my ideas ALWAYS brilliant?" he asked.
Junpuu stuck her tongue out at him before she continued. "As I was saying, we can track you by your Digivice according to what you've told us." She grinned. "And from all the dots, I'd say you guys all still wear your Digivices."
Tai shrugged and answered for them. "Force of habit."
Kyra leaned forward intently. "But all the colors could confuse somebody if you're not careful."
"Which is why if I type in a specific Crest name..." his voice trailed off as he typed in "Friendship". All the colored dots disappeared except for the blue dot. He smiled as he said, "I can just look at one dot."
Tai grinned. "Well, I guess we can pull it off! When do we start?!"
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Izzy sat reading one of his father's journals just outside the park. Nearby, Junpuu took her turn to watch the screen of his laptop. A single purple dot was all the color on the screen. She briefly wondered how Izzy could stand looking at the screen for several hours at a time.
"Excuse me, but could you tell me where the university is?" a man asked Izzy from his car.
Izzy set the journal down as he stood up and walked over to the driver. "Actually, you're pointed in the wrong direction." He pointed in the opposite direction. "The university's that way."
Before the boy could even blink, the man gripped his hand and yanked him into the car. Izzy's head hit the passenger side window, knocking him senseless.
The last thing he heard was, "Oh, but I AM going in the right direction, Izumi."
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Matt raced towards the car, Tai at his side. They had been walking towards the park to ask Joe if anything had happened. Tai gasped.
"That's Professor Carlson's car! I remember it was sitting in his driveway!"
The car sped away. Junpuu ran into view, the laptop open in her hands.
"He's heading towards the bridge that goes to Heighton View Terrace on the west side!"
Tai and Matt exchanged a glance.
"That's the same bridge that Sora's cousin shoved Izzy off by accident!" Tai exclaimed.
Matt smacked his hand to his forehead. "I knew that bridge's name sounded familiar! Tai, that's the same bridge Izzy's real parents had their accident on! The car went off the bridge and crashed into the water!"
Joe pulled up on his scooter.
"Somebody needs to hop on and tell me where to go! I'll drive you there!"
"Matt, take the laptop and get onto Joe's scooter with him! Junpuu, you're with me! I need you to call Izzy's parents while I call the police!"
Junpuu handed the laptop quickly to Matt and took off running with Tai.
"Good luck!" Matt called as he jumped onto the back of Joe's scooter.
That's when Matt realized something was wrong with this picture. Joe wasn't wearing a helmet and didn't have a helmet for him.
"Joe...?"
"I was in such a rush, I forgot! Besides, it's either break the law or allow Izzy to die!"
They sped along the back streets and alleyways to avoid the cops. Matt called directions to Joe as they kept going. Finally, the little purple dot on the screen stopped moving. It had stopped on the bridge.
"Joe! Izzy's on the bridge!"
"Then that's where Carlton's gonna kill him! Hang on tight!"
Matt felt the wind whip in his face even more as Joe literally buried the needle on his scooter. Joe was too afraid for Izzy to notice that he should be fearing for himself and Matt. One mistake at this speed could end in disaster. However, the adrenaline coursing threw the teenager's veins allowed his reflexes to become fast enough to control the scooter. Time was running out.
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Izzy regained awareness as he tried to move, but couldn't. He opened his eyes to find that whoever this guy was had tied him up in the back seat of the car.
"Well, well, well, it appears you're awake. Good. I wanted to hear you scream like I heard both your parents screaming that night," came a British-accented voice.
"Who are you?" Izzy demanded.
"Don't you remember? Oh, that's right. We met when you were only 5 months old so of course you wouldn't remember me. I'm Professor Joseph Carlson." Professor Carlson smiled. "Naughty boy. You were supposed to be in the car that night. Oh, well. I shall correct that problem this time."
Izzy tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. The deranged mathematician laughed.
"I'm afraid that won't work. So sorry." His smile broadened. "You see, 10 years ago on this very same bridge your parents were driving along when they had a little accident. I was driving along behind them, waiting for a chance to 'accidentally' run them off the road when the car ahead of them stalled. I used the opportunity to knock the car off the bridge, just to make sure that they died." His frown faded. "But then that idiot Satoshi showed several of Kojiro's friends and I that picture of you. That's when I realized that you hadn't died with your parents. So now, I'm going to fix that mistake."
Izzy looked around the car. He had the strangest feeling of deja vu. The car was an old car, probably 10 years old.
"Remember this car? Well, it's an exact copy of the one your parents died in." Professor Clarence smiled. "Have a nice trip. Say 'hello' to your parents for me!"
The boy watched in horror as the mathematician leaned opened the driver's side door and turned on the ignition. The car instantly came to life. The man picked up a cement brick and placed it on the gas pedal, flooring it. As the wheels spun and tried to catch the road, he slammed the door shut.
That's when the wheels caught and the car surged forward. Izzy began screaming as he looked through the windshield to see the edge of the bridge getting closer and closer. He heard over his screaming the buzz of a motor scooter. He looked back to see Joe and Matt riding on Joe's scooter.
"Matt! Joe!" Izzy yelled in fear.
He heard the sound of gunshots as the car broke through the railing on the bridge.
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Professor Carlson smiled as he watched the car go over the edge. The funny part was that the car was probably going at the same speed the first car had been going at, but that was definitely the same section of railing that had to be replaced after the original accident. That's when he saw a motor scooter with two kids riding towards him.
He quickly pulled out his hand gun and fired two shots, hitting the front tire of the scooter. It went out of control. The one up front quickly killed the engine and slammed on the breaks.
"Hang on, Matt!" the boy yelled to the second boy.
The blond held on even tighter as the blue-haired boy jerked the bike into a spin. Finally, the scooter stopped, leaving two dizzy and only slightly injured boys behind.
"Joe, you keep him busy! I'll get Izzy!"
The blue-haired boy, obviously Joe, nodded and cautioned, "Be careful, Matt! That water has to be freezing!"
"Right! As soon as I'm in the water with Izzy, get running and find a phone booth or something. Call the police and tell them where we are!"
Joe nodded again and ran across the road. The other boy put something yellow on the ground and then ran towards the side where the car had gone over. Professor Carlson moved the gun from boy to boy, unsure of who to shoot. That's when Matt leaped off the bridge in a perfect dive. At the same time, Joe made a run for it.
The mathematician fired off several shots, but wasn't able to hit the blue-haired boy. He ran over to the section of railing that had been ripped off. He gazed down into the water to see the blond hit the water.
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Matt felt the shock of the cold water as he dove in. Joe hadn't been kidding! He saw the car below him as it continued to sink. There must've been a leak somewhere letting water in. As he swam downwards, he saw that the windshield had spider-webbed because of the pieces of railing. Inside the car was a struggling Izzy.
Matt swam as fast as he could, trying to ignore the burning in his lungs. He had to make it! He had to! Finally, he managed to catch up to the car and held onto the side mirror on the passenger side.
Izzy's dark eyes were wide with pure terror. It was very understandable. He was sure he was about to die. Matt knocked on the window.
"Matt! The water's coming in!" Izzy yelled, panicked.
It was true, the water had already come in up to the younger boy's chest, within moments it'd be over his head. Matt knew that they'd have to wait before he could get Izzy free. What had Izzy said about water pressure? Something about the pressure having to be equal on both sides before you could break the glass.
Izzy grabbed his last gulp of air as the water surged over his head. He didn't struggle so he didn't waste precious oxygen. He reasoned that Matt's lungs must've been on fire by now. At last, the water had filled up the car.
Matt grabbed a piece of debris and smashed in the windshield. Grabbing a piece of shattered windshield, he swam to where Izzy was tied up. After quickly cutting the boy loose, the two of them swam as fast as their bodies would allow them towards the surface.
"AIR! AIR! AIRAIRAIRAIRAIRAIR!!!" Matt's lungs seemed to scream as his muscles screamed for respite.
'Almost there! I'm almost there!' Matt thought, trying to appease his lungs.
When Matt thought he wouldn't be able to hold his breath any longer, he broke the surface, Izzy right behind him. The two boys gasped for air gratefully as they swam towards the shore. They heard the curses from the man above them as he ran towards the ladder leading down to the dock near the bridge.
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"What do you MEAN 'Is this some kind of joke?'?!?!?!?! This is SERIOUS!!!!!!" Tai shouted into the phone. "There is a guy named Professor Joseph Carlson who is trying to KILL my friend Koushiro Izumi!!!" Junpuu listened intently as he paused. "NO, I AM NOT ON DRUGS!!!"
Junpuu grabbed the receiver. "Officer, please! This is a full-fledged emergency! We don't want to tie up the line, but we need you guys to come right away!"
"Look, kid. We get crank calls all the time on stuff like this. If we tried to check out every one, we'd be missing the REAL calls."
"But, sir, this is for REAL! I swear on the holy bible!!!"
"Kid, this isn't funny..." His voice trailed off as someone whispered to him. Junpuu couldn't hear what they were saying. After a few moments of whispering, the officer asked, "Did you say 'Izumi'?"
"YES!!!" she shouted, annoyed.
"We just got a call from the kid's parents sayin' that somebody was going after him. Where is he now?" the officer demanded.
"I DON'T KNOW!!! Joe or Matt should be calling you any minute now!"
The officer stared at the phone in disbelief. For the first time, the attempted murder prank wasn't a prank. It was real. Now, these kids had no clue where the victim was? Great...
That's when another phone rang. A lady officer picked it up.
"Police," she answered briskly. "Attempted homicide on the Hikarigama Bridge? Who is this? Joe Kiddo? Hold please..."
"That's the Joe that kid must've been talking about!" He turned on his radio. "Unit 5, get to the Hikarigama Bridge immediately!!! This is an emergency! Attempted homicide!"
The lady officer turned back to Joe on the phone, "Don't worry. Your friend will be just fine."
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Matt laid on the dock gasping for breath, knowing that he was wasting precious time, but he needed time to gain his breath back. Both of them had almost drowned! Izzy tried to stand up next to him.
"We've...gotta...get...outta...here," Izzy said while panting.
"Too late," a cold voice informed him.
A gunshot rang out as Izzy leaped to the side. Matt, suddenly full of energy, rolled out of the way. As TK would've said, this was scarier than the movies!
Professor Carlson fired off two more shots before Matt leaped to his feet and tackled the scientist. The two of them began to fight, using whatever they could to fight. Matt was younger, but Professor Carlson had the strength of madness on his side. He'd come so close to finishing the job that he wasn't going to quit just yet.
As the scientist and blond fought, Izzy watched the battle in horror. He longed to hear the sounds of the police sirens above them. Then maybe he could've been able to yell for help. However, that prospect didn't sound too good at the moment. His throat was still sore from screaming.
When Matt was thrown off the crazy scientist, Izzy took a step forward to help his friend...only he almost slipped on something on the ground. He glanced down to see that his foot had stepped on something metallic.
'The gun...' he thought.
The redhead had always told himself that violence didn't solve anything, but right now...now he wanted to blow this guy's head off. He bent down and picked the gun up in his hand.
Professor Carlson laughed, "Foolish boy! I'll kill Izumi and then you!"
That's when he turned to see the business end of his handgun pointed about 3 feet away from his face. Not enough room to dodge and the gun was out of reach. The mathematician gulped.
Matt looked to see what had suddenly frightened the scientist when he saw Izzy standing there with a gun in his right hand. Izzy's left hand was on his right wrist in order to keep his aim steady. In his dark eyes, Matt saw the pure rage and hatred at this one man.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Creepy! I wonder what's going to happen next!!! :::thinks for a moment::: Wait a sec., I'M writing this thing!!! I should know!!! Well, R&R if you don't mind.