Letters from Friends…
Letters from Friends…

Sora was sitting at home alone in the dark. Her mom was at the flower shop and would be working late that night. She was very bored, nothing to do but watch TV, but she didn't want to do that. She looked at the clock; it was 10:50. She was now very depressed. At about 10:30 she had heard a gunshot of in the distance. She didn't need anyone to tell her what it meant; the killer was back. Someone had just been killed. Maybe it was Taichi, it was a sick thought but she thought it anyway. If Taichi had been killed it would shut ken up. No, she thought to herself, he would just say that he had committed suicide to cover for himself.

"That's not like Ken." She said aloud "He would never do a thing like that unless he had solid facts." She looked around the room once more and decided to sit down and watch TV no matter how depressed she was. Watching TV for even just a few moments when you are depressed can be hell. She was about ready to cry so she decided to turn it off and walk around a little bit. That was when she saw it. A letter, from America; sitting on the kitchen table.

"Oh my god, a letter from Mimi is just what I need to cheer up." She said to herself. A smile was already spreading across her face; the day was looking brighter already. She walked over and read the cover of the letter:

"To Sora, friends, and Family." It did not look like Mimi's handwriting, but she didn't give it a single thought. She opened it and when she read the contents of the letter she began to sob uncontrollably. She had just discovered why the killer had been gone for so long. He had been in America visiting Mimi; who was buried five days ago. A gun shot to the head, close range, no idea who the murderer was. She fell to the floor crying. She did not see the dark figure wielding a knife detach itself from the shadows. She did hear the footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw the figure standing there. She knew who he was, and why he had come. He didn't have to say a word. But he did anyway.

"Killing her was probably the hardest thing that I've done so far." The knife blade reflected what little light was in the room.

"Somehow…" she paused, tears still coming, but slower now, "somehow I always knew that it was you."

"It really does seem inevitable when you think about it doesn't it." He paused this time, "Come here." Out of utter sorrow and depression, she came to him. She wanted to die. She walked slowly towards him, the tears had stopped, she now accepted her fate. Upon reaching him she hugged him and then gave him a kiss. It wasn't a little peck on the cheek, but a long an passionate kiss. She didn't care anymore. It was time to die.

"Make it quick," She said beginning to cry again. She walked over and sat down in the chair. He came up behind her and ran the knife down her shirt. Once he found the right spot he pushed it in, quickly, and with greater strength then she thought he was capable of. The knife pierced her shirt, then her skin, and with the great force behind it, with a sickening crunch, the breastplate and into the heart. It was different then she thought that it would be. The pain was there, but she didn't feel it. It was there, then gone, then there was darkness. The last thing she saw was his smiling face.

Ok, I hate these little author notes but I have to do this one.

*clears throat* Four Digidestined remain, one chapter left. All will be reviled and I can guarantee you that it's not what you expect.

(now for the fun part)

I am going on vacation. No more chapter updates for at least a week. Have fun ^_^

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