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A/n- ch. 2 is UP! Hooray! ::whistle, clap:: ::looks around as dead silence replied:: Well okay
then, let's just get started, okie? Yeah!
~* a city in Maine, Saturday, 9:41 AM
*~
Arianne leaned against a wall and panted. Finally, she was here. After minutes of guilty conscience for leaving the boy there and the victims, she was finally here.
~* a field in Maine, let's just call it
MaineField ^^, Saturday, 9:42 AM *~
Koushirou could feel nothing right
now. He was numb. I hope I'm not paralyzed. Kuri's wails can still be heard across
the field, but her voice was muffled often by the other screams of hurt
passengers. Koushirou was crushed
against part of the plane but he could still see thru a tiny slit in the metal,
and he saw people staggering around, moaning and crying for help.
He had closed his eyes when he saw a man
who looked like he had put his legs in with an egg beater. He was dragging himself around, groaning as
the blood streamed out. Koushirou
winced.
Ricky could smell the smoke emitted from
Shirl's burnt body. He didn't want to
look, but as the stench overpowered him, he did. Jet fuel were leaking out from all around him, and fire was
spreading rapidly. "Mom, dad, Shirl…"
Kuri stopped crying abruptly. Something was poking out of the nice boy,
Koushirou's, backpack. It looked like
another one of those mini-computers, except much smaller. She couldn't see Koushirou though, and she
worried over that. She was trapped
underneath a piece of debris, but she could easily push it away, so she
did. "K-Koushirou?" she said
tentatively as she crept towards the lump of metal that covered the boy. "Kuri!" she heard him call out.
"Koushirou, are you okay? Wuzzat stickin' out of your baggy?" Kuri
tried to lift the little device up. It
had the words "D-Terminal" on it.
"It's Miyako's D-Terminal!" Koushirou
yelled back. "Open it and click the
email icon!"
Kuri pressed the power on button and
immediately the computer loaded, with an image of a girl with purple hair and a
boy with short black hair posed together, laughing, as the wallpaper. She clicked the icon and a small "Send
Letter" screen popped up.
"Send it to
SoccerCelebrity43@couragefriendship.com!" Koushirou was stuck underneath a
giant piece of metal, and Kuri could see the metal shifting because Koushirou
was struggling to get himself out. She
did as Koushirou told, putting HELP! as the subject and typing "My plane crashed,
we're somewhere near New York, send help!!! Signed, Koushirou"
Ava stumbled to someone screaming for
help, but when she reached the place where she thought the person was, she
found out he was dead, and the person screaming was buried underneath. "Chill, chill, Ava girl…" she repeated to herself
and held back the urge to puke as she lifted the dead person's body up and
struggled to lift up the elderly woman underneath.
~* New York City Airport, Saturday,
10:02AM *~
Kuri's grandmother clasped her hands together nervously, "The plane's awfully late."
Mimi nodded, deep in a prayer to
God. Just then a speaker above their
heads crackled:
"Would all visitors expecting passengers from flight #255 please report to the front desk, where we will move you to a private conference room."
"They're just going to tell us the plane
landed somewhere else, yes, that's right." Mimi reiterated to herself as she
and Kuri's grandmother, whose name was Kumiko, as she learned, stood up.
"I hope so too, hon." Kumiko whispered.
~* a 7-Eleven store in Maine, Saturday,
10:04AM *~
There. She did it. She called the police department and they're rushing towards
the scene right now. Arianne breathed a
sigh of relief.
The clerk behind the counter, an
outrageously gorgeous boy named Edgar, peered at her worriedly. He looked Asian, but he had a beautiful
German accent as he said, "Are you alright? You sounded urgently in need of help."
"Well, that is true, in a way."
Arianne admitted. "You might not
believe this, but I was on a plane that crashed…yes, I know I look unscathed
and I am, and I admit it's a miracle, but believe me, please? I swear to heaven and earth and the Heavenly
Father I'm telling the truth and nothing but the truth."
"Chill, girl! I vos just asking. A plane
crash, you said? Voa." Edgar
thought this over a bit. "Ya mean a
private jet?"
"No, I mean something like an airliner, a
passenger plane, a 747." Arianne choked back a sob, "I left a little boy
there. I have to go back. Thanks for the phone, and help." She turned
to go away when Edgar called out, "Yo, girlie, this thing looks serious. Vot do you think about me helpin' out?"
"Really? Wow thanks, Edgar! But what
about the shop?" Arianne motioned to the cash register.
Edgar shrugged, "No problem, as for the
shop, Vesley's got it covered. Oh, by
the way, call me Eddie."
Arianne craned her neck to look for
"Wesley", and she spotted a gruff-looking man shuffling around the back of the
store. Assuming that was Wesley, she
led the way to the small field, remembering the little boy with the broken leg.
~* New York Airport Conference room, Saturday,
10:12AM *~
Mimi sat down in one of the comfy velvet
chairs they have lined out and crossed her fingers, Please, just let the
plane be stuck somewhere else—in Siberia, Sahara Desert, Mars, or where ever, I
don't care! Just let Koushirou be safe.
"Ahem," a formal-looking man stepped up to a small podium, which was propped on a dais to make the speaker look bigger, but right now he just looked menacing to Mimi, "my name is Mr. Reginald Weiss, and I'm the chairperson of this airport."
Boring! Mimi thought, let's get to the stupid point already.
"As you all know, flight #255 is delayed, and we just got the reason for that unfortunate delay." Mr. Weiss cleared his throat and Mimi prayed to God for mercy. "It seems like it crashed in Maine, and rescuers are on their way to save them, so don't you worry. We'll have the list of survivors in no time, so folks, please be patient and wait."
Freakin' bastard, Mimi thought, he's acting like it's no big deal! Well guess what, buster? This is the real deal! People's lives are at stake! So let's GET REAL!
Kumiko prayed silently, her hands clasped together and tears slowly cascading down her cheeks to splatter on the smiling photo of Kuri.
~* Odaiba, Japan, Saturday, 10:18AM *~
"Come back here Daisuke!" Hikari screamed, waving her fist in the air.
Daisuke stuck his tongue out and waved
Hikari's pink notebook around in the air two more times before tossing it to
Takeru.
Takeru handed the notebook to Hikari and
shyly said, "I really like your sketch of the forget-me-nots."
Hikari smiled gratefully at the boy, she
had been drawing a batch of flowers in here, Odaiba Park, when Daisuke grabbed
it and began playing Keep-Away.
Miyako propped her hand in her chin and
sighed, "Ken-chan, I wonder how Koushirou and Mimi are doing. He promised to call but it's already past
the time his plane was supposed to arrive!"
Ken put his arm around Miyako, "He's
probably just delayed, relax." Miyako nodded.
Taichi bounced a soccer ball on his head,
"Either that or he's too busy getting it on with Mimi!"
"TAICHI!" Sora scolded as she snatched
the soccer ball away, "that's not very nice."
Yamato grinned, "You're acting like a
mother, Sora-chan."
Sora blushed, "W-well, y-you know…Taichi
needs some counseling sometimes."
"Not sometime, all the
time." Yamato replied jokingly and put his arm around Sora. Sora leaned her head on his shoulder and
sighed contentedly, Taichi's soccer ball still clutched tightly in her arms.
Taichi made a disgusted look and turned
away, muttering, "You'd think she'd be a bit sensitive after dissing me but noooooo! She has to do her best to make me
jealous by doing kissy faces at my best friend and her boyfriend! Jeeeesh."
Hikari giggled.
Jyou and Iori were sitting on a bench
next to some bushes, discussing the techniques and skills required in
kendo. "I still say you need agility as
well as strength to win." Iori crossed his arms.
"Well I say you only need
agility!" Jyou shot back.
Daisuke was kicking his own soccer ball
around when his D-Terminal rang. "Hey,
I have mail!"
"Oh wow, what a surprise." Hikari rolled
her eyes.
"Uh. Oh." Daisuke said as he read the
email. "Looks like Izumi's plane
crashed."
"NANI?!?!" everyone leapt up.
~* Mainefield, Saturday, 10:21AM *~
Ricky struggled to pull himself out from
under the seat crushing him. "Help!" he
cried, but knowing that it was no use. The fire was getting closer now, the smoke rising up his nostrils,
causing him to sputter and choke. He
could feel himself losing consciousness, "Mama…Papa…mi hermana, Raisse…mi
amigos…adios…"
But suddenly fresh air rushed in, and he
drank it in eagerly, hungrily. He felt
arms reaching down to help him, and he grabbed the hands. All at once he was in bright sunlight, with
people wrapped in fireproof coats surrounding him, spraying water at the raging
fire. The fire crackled and hissed as
it died. Ricky forced himself to look
at Shirl's corpse again. She looked the
same as ever, except with burnt marks all over and her face was locked in a
scream of pain.
Koushirou felt himself running out of
air. He couldn't afford to talk to Kuri
now. Kuri was throwing her little body
against the metal object in vain to push it away. Then he heard a strangely familiar voice…
"Eeee! A buuuuuggggg!" he heard Kuri's voice squealing.
Waitaminnit, a bug?
"No no, I'm not a bug! I'm a Digimon! Digital Monsters! My
name's Tentomon!"
Tentomon!
"Can you help the nice boy trapped in
there then, Tentomon?" Kuri asked, sniffling.
Tentomon nodded, and used his Electric
Shocker. Koushirou felt a blast from
behind him, and suddenly sunlight streamed in and he blinked at the light.
"Koushirou!" Tentomon and Kuri cried
blissfully at the same time.
Koushirou grinned, "Didja miss me?"
Ava heaved another seat off another
passenger. The passenger, this time a
short man, thanked her briefly and began limping towards a small campfire the
walking wounded have started by collecting sticks and twigs. Ava sighed and looked overhead. She gasped. There was a giant eagle-like creature with bull's horns flying overhead,
and it came to a stop right in front of her. A girl with light purple hair jumped off him and said, "Good work,
Aquilamon, now let's save those people!"
The creature nodded and together the duo
began shuffling thru the wreckage and hauling screaming people out.
Salina Mayfield and her twin brother sat
on top a large piece of the wing. What
had happened? Salina's brother, Jorge,
kept asking. Salina was ten minutes
older than Jorge, and she ignored him. She was crying silently by herself. Both her parents died in the crash.
"Pepper breath!"
Salina looked up.
A boy with messy brown hair and a small
yellowish dinosaur-like creature was melting down a metal door. Salina stared as people crowded out, crying
and screaming for family. "Order
people, order!" the boy yelled, grabbing the dinosaur-like animal from the
chaos.
"Whoa…" Salina said under her breath and
Jorge said at the same time, "I want that dinosaur toy!"
Tomas Greenfield wiped sweat off his
forehead. This fire was hot, and
putting it out wasn't going to be easy. "Let me help!" a voice from behind Tomas said. He turned to find a boy with blue hair and glasses standing with
a seal-like creature.
"Marching fishes!" the seal-like creature
shouted and out of nowhere, fishes came out and squirted water at the fire
until it died down.
"Yowch." Tomas murmured.
~* New York Airport conference room, Saturday,
10:31 AM *~
Mr. Weiss tapped the microphone on the podium so that it made a screeching sound and everyone jumped to attention—literally.
"We have the list of survivors!" he said
that like he just got a new toy train for Christmas, Mimi and Kumiko despised
his tone. "Here they are, in
alphabetical order: Anderson, Julia. Arriman, Raul. Azum, Yahto. Banes, Emilio. Barn, Tanya. Beane,
Ernie…" his voice droned on and on, and as Mimi waited expectantly, Mr. Weiss
finished with a flourish, "and Zurm, Leena."
She did not hear Koushirou nor Kuri's
name.
"Please be informed that this is not the
correct list. We may have more survivors. And now Ms. Reed will read out the names of
the victims."
A woman with her white hair tied sternly
in a bun came out and began in a monotone voice reading out the deceaseds'
names, "First, will Ackerman, Jacob's family please come forth."
Mimi winced as a woman's piercing shriek
echoed thru the tiny conference room, she was wailing, "Not Jacob! Please, Lord forbid, not Jacob!"
Mimi wondered if she would be like that if
Ms. Reed read out Koushirou's name.
~* Mainefield, Saturday, 10:43AM *~
"Exveemon, V-Laser!" Daisuke swung his finger at a small clump of metal in which a small boy was crying out for help.
"V-Laser!" Exveemon repeated and his
attack hit the metal straight-on, freeing the boy. But instead of running away, the boy just stayed there, and kept
on crying. Daisuke crept nearer and as
he saw the reason for his pain, Daisuke's stomach did a flip-flop: the boy had
a metal rod lacerating his left thigh.
"Whassa matter?" Exveemon came closer and
a look at the boy caused a wave of nausea.
"Ouch. We should get the ambulance crew." Daisuke suggested. Exveemon agreed and flew off to find someone
with a stretcher while Daisuke tried to calm the boy down by making funny faces
at him.
"Way to go, Nefertimon!" Hikari cheered
as her Digimon rescued another passenger. The Digimon was flying up to high places where people were stuck and
bringing them down. Nefertimon yelled,
"Rosetta Stone!" as she crushed a fire with her stone tablet.
~* New York Airport conference room, Saturday,
10:47AM *~
After minutes of fidgeting—it seemed like hours to Mimi and Kumiko—Mr. Weiss finally received the new list of survivors.
"Almeida, Elise. Brands, Crissy. Chen, Ying-Ming. Getama,
Kuri. Izumi, Koushirou—"
Mimi and Kumiko were crying out in
happiness, screaming, "Koushirou! Kuri!"
Mr. Weiss raised an eyebrow, "Please be
quiet, ladies."
Embarrassed, Mimi and Kumiko sat down,
tears of happiness and relief streaming down their faces.
~* Mainefield, Saturday, 10:51AM*~
Arianne stopped. "Vot is it?" Edgar asked.
"Something flying overhead…" Arianne
faltered. "Something like a giant bug…"
"With a boy sitting on it…" Edgar
continued.
They could hear the boy cry, "C'mon,
faster, Stingmon!"
A/n- that's ch.2! thanks for waiting, y'all!
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