This might not be the most interesting chapter to come but I've had writers block. This chapter has mentions of violence. Sorry if it's nasty. But anyways, just for the record, I do NOT own digimon. Thank you.

After showing Mr. Ishiba and the Kamya siblings out she looked towards the two occupants of the cell.

The police lady walked towards Matt, who was still standing in the cell, and Max, who had again taken his seat on the hard bench. The lady looked strict. She reminded Matt of a teacher he had once. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Her face was sort of squared and her eyes were as cold as ice.

She looked towards Matt with her glare and Matt returned it as best as he could. He knew this woman must think the worst of him. Even being a youth didn't get him a bit of sympathy coming from this woman. She just thought it was worst that he was in jail at such a young age. To her he was just another O.J. Simpson in the making.

"Hello?" Max spoke up in order to stop the uncomfortable glare she was giving Matt, "Did you come here for a reason 'cause if you didn't…" He trailed off knowing that nothing else was needed to be said. The Officer looked at Max.

"Well I do have a reason for being hear…" She said taking some steps back from the cell. "You are going to have someone knew in the cell soon. With in the hour even. Brace your self." She said in mere mockery. She started to exit the room before stopping and said as a after thought. "Don't mess with this guy if you intend on living." Then she left with out any other thing to say. The iron door of the small brick room squeaked as it slowly closed and locked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Asked Matt. Max shrugged. Matt walked back to sit beside his friend. Then there was silence. Both of them had only one question on their mind. What now? It was a question that often haunted their mind but never as much as this. They had never really been in jail. When they were both back at Massar's secret society learning magic, they had never wondered about it as much then.

Matt had been kidnapped from Odiaba for a reason he still did not know of. He was brought to Massar's society and trained to use magic. But nothing strong. For he was not born with the powers like others had been. Many people had been selected to join the society and were offered the choice to join. Most would say 'yes' and thought it would be best to join and learn to use their gift but others who said 'no', like Matt, were forced to join.

Matt was not born with the gift like the others so he borrowed some of Massar's power and it was stored in a special diamond that could store the power in it. But not entirely on it's own. The card that holds it has a magical field to help hold the power and keeps the diamond save from all that want in. Matt only can use the card, thanks to the spell that connects Matt to the object. Massar supplied that spell that he can counter just as easily if Matt were in the same room with him but Matt and Max makes sure that that won't happen any time soon.

At Massar's Society, Massar treated Matt like scum. The people there only ate enough to live sometimes not even that but people were told and brain washed to believe that it was for there own good. Matt believed that the guy was just cheap, and demanded more food. He was punished for, what they called, disregarding Massar as his 'Keeper' and threw him into a dungeon without anything to eat for days. They thought that that would show him that it could be worse and that would stop him from complaining… but it just caused other problems for them.

Matt began to try and sneak the food from the kitchen and it worked for a time until he was caught and thrown back into the dungeon only this time he was whipped twice on his back. One time for each time he got away with it. They thought that would show him it was worthless to defy Massar and his behavior would get better… but it only got worse.

Matt then would not eat for days and save up the little food that he did get in order to have at least one good meal each week… until he got caught. They whipped him again and sent him to the dungeons and lessoned his feeding saying 'If you can eat so little then you don't need to have all the food that we do give you'. They thought that that would put him in his place… but, yet again, he proved them wrong.

It wasn't long before this was about something other then food that it became away to prove that he was not like the rest, that he would not follow them that easily. He wanted to prove that he wasn't just another sheep following his Shepard. That he would not fold that easily to, what he referred to as, his foe. He needed to prove that he was not that weak.

He began to be known as 'The Rebel' because of how he refused to follow Massar, his 'Keeper'. In fact, one time Matt tried to escape from the society but didn't make it farther then the fence before he was caught.
Max was apart of this society and often worked in silence and remained in the background. Matt, not long ago, found out that Max stayed silence because he was always observing things, planning for the day he would escape. He also remained in the background to not make this obvious to those who worked at the society for Massar and to help him get ready for the time that would be best for him to escape.

Max noticed Matt's rebellion attitude and felt sorry for the kid. For Matt was the youngest one there and got it worst of all. One day Max confronted Matt and they talked. Max told Matt of his plan to escape and offered Matt to join him. Matt was first ecstatic but then became skeptical of it since it hadn't worked before.

Max told him that he have been diverting a plan and happen to be putting the final touches on it. Matt then became more then willing to join in with the escape. But Max told Matt that he had to stop the rebelling thing until the day in order to not bring any more attention to himself and get him out of eagles view. Max also said that he had to do it slowly to not make it look suspicious.

As skeptical as Matt might have been about the idea he, somehow, managed to do just that. The day of the great escape came and, as was anticipated, it worked. But ever since that day they have been hunted by Massar's guys in order to bring Max and Matt back. But so far they have been able to elude their 'Foe'. But they had to keep moving from city to city in order to stay free.

They had lost friends that they had made in there journey because of Massar but along with the bad times they have witnessed good too and neither of them like that fact that they were trapped in that cell.

What now? They will ask them self's that until they get the answer they want. But they had know way to find out except for time.

They sat in silence until Matt decided to break it, "Thanks for…"

"No problem. It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Max said immediately knowing that Matt was referring to Max helping him in the uncomfortable positions he had been in with his father and now with the officer.

"Do you have any idea how we're going to get out of this one?"

"Nah. Not this time kid. I was kinda hoping you father would be some help with that." Matt looked at him questioningly. Max glanced down at him and saw his confused look so he thought he would explain. "I know. We weren't going to get anyone else involved with this but maybe… well I've got a couple of maybes here. First 'maybe' your father will supply shelter for us from Massar's guys. You will probable go back with you father and live at your old house. I will go, if your father decides to help me out, and if he can, I'll probably be put in a boys' home or sent back to my old home and Massar's guys won't be able to find us. Second, maybe when we're out we'll be able to run away and never get caught again. Either way I think it, for the time, it realize on your father."

"I hope that you're right." Matt said looking towards the hard cement floor.

"Me too."

About an hour later Matt was still sitting on the bench. He had his head down on to his chest and his hands crossed across his stomach. The wall against his back started to get soft and there didn't even seem to be any thing near him. The sound of Max pacing in the cell seemed far away.

Then, all of a sudden, he was standing up in the cell. The bars of the cell door were at his back. The brick wall of the prison was in front of him.

For some reason the wall seemed intriguing to him. He started to walk to it. He felt his heart beat faster. And yet he walked closer. He felt fear rise in him. And he walked closer. He tried to stop walking but he couldn't. He tried to turn the other way… but he couldn't. Then he heard something. It was a slow speaking sound.

He slowly opened his eyes and once again he saw and heard Max pacing. But then he stopped and looked towards an iron door that was just out side the cell. The door was opening with a slow speak sound.

Matt woke up fully and stood to see who was coming in with them. A tall very muscular Man stepped in to the small room. He wore black baggy jeans and a back tight T-shirt. He had dark out grown buzz cut hair. He also has a stubby beard. His eyes were dark almost blue green. His hands had handcuffs on them and so did his feet.

Two cops accompany him and one is holding a gun the other is guiding him through the door. They both look ready to shoot the guy if he stubbles.

The villain held his head high as he scanned the perimeter with his eyes. He saw the two he would be sharing a cell with. They were both smaller then him. He smirked maliciously.

The one cop that was guiding him through the doors went to open the bar door. The other one undid the handcuffs, carefully, as he prepared himself for the villain to attack. But he didn't. He just walked into the cell and stood there. Staring at the others.

He heard the bar door then the iron door close and lock. He took a sudden step forwards and Matt took a quick step back before thinking. The villain chuckled and stood back as his eyes fixated on Matt.

Matt cursed mentally for showing this guy that he was frightened. Matt new this guy had just tested them to see who was scared of him or not… and he failed.

"Scared kiddy," the guy asked in a low calm taunting voice.

"Of you? Not at all." Matt said trying to sound as tough as he could.

Max was the next to speak up, "Wha' you in here for". Max and Matt, in their journeys, stayed in the toughest parts of the cities they visited and knew how to talk in order to hide all fear that they had of anyone.

"A murder. I killed some guy and his eight-year-old kid. I took the father and gut him. I watched his insides spill out on the forest floor. I watched him grab it and try to shove it all back in. I then took the knife and blinded one of his eyes before he died. I made the little girl watch. She had a weak stomach. So I fixed that for her. I removed her stomach. Don't worry I didn't kill her there though. I only made a small cut to take it out. I chased her in the forest when she tried to get away. Then I caught her and slit her throat."

Matt was about to puke. He had never heard anything like that before. His face was pail and his jaw had dropped with out him knowing. The way he said it. The calm voice you hear when your parents are talking about a day at work. Made it even worse. His stomach turned.

The villain glanced at Matt and saw his story had done exactly what it was meant to do. Pleased with himself he walked past Max and sat on the bench behind him.

Max was as equally pail as Matt but kept his cool a bit better. "So… what are ya doing here? Thought a person would be brought to a state prison for doing such a crime." The guy smirked.

"Yeah. That's where I'm going. I just have to stay here until they can get a plane to take me to that prison."

"Whatever," Matt said in order to get the chill in his spin to go away. He walked, kinda stiffly, back to where he had been sitting originally but this time closer to the cell bars. Max joined him.

That night Matt had a nightmare. He dreamt that he was standing in the cell the other two were sleeping. He walked to the wall in front of him and the wall then started to fall onto him. At that point he woke up. He couldn't sleep after that.

The next morning around ten-o'clock, Max, Matt and the villain were all awake. Max and Matt were talking about whatever came up while the villain listened intently.

"Yeah she was great." Matt stated remembering one of their friends they made on their journey.

"God. She was really something…" Max said as he raised his head looking more up towards the ceiling and yet looking at nothing at all. "…Poor girl." He said empathetically.

At that thought they heard the to common sound of the metal door squeaking open. And their heads both turned, in unison, towards the door. Inside stepped the same policewoman as before. She walked up to the cell and started to unlock it. All three people in side the prison stood waiting to find out whom she was coming in to get. Max and/or Matt who will be sent to wherever. Or she could be there to take the villain to a plane. She finished unlocking the cell and walked in slowly. She stood in the middle of them looking over them all to see if one will make a run for the exit. She looked ready to grab her gun, which was handy to grab at her side.

She cleared her throat to start speaking when she saw no one make a move. "You." She said pointing to Matt. "Come to me slowly." Matt looked up to Max for reinsurance. Max nodded. He felt sort of glade that he was being let go but also he felt confused. Did this mean that Max was staying in there. Matt didn't know what to believe at the time.

He now stood right in front of her. She took out a pair of cuffs and placed them on him. When she was done she moved him to her side where she could still keep her eye on him and then said, "You too." Now she called over to Max. Matt nearly shouted for joy. Max was still going to be with him. They weren't going to be separated. After what had happened to them over the last year and a half, Max was like a brother to Matt and hated when they were separated for a long time. Just like how he hates being separated from TK.

Max's hands were cuffed then they were showed out of the cell and to the metal door.

They walked down this long, white, narrow hall. At the end of it the two boys, Matt in the front, could see a desk with a guard or policeman or another 'law fighter' sitting at it. There were other men and woman in blue suits walking by the hall going to where ever they were going. When they reached the front they saw desks that had people in them and some that were empty. People were moving from place to place. They had coffees in there hands or files or donuts or some had nothing at all.

The two boys were brought past the desks and towards a office with the name 'W.G. Walker' on the dark, wood door. The door was opened as Matt wonders if everyone that was brought to the station comes to this room.

They were guided to two chairs that are cushioned and have a dark blue colour to it. They sat down both looking, questioningly, at the man in the suit on the other side of the desk. His hands were folded on a open folder, which sat on the desk.

They lady that had guided them to the office, had stepped away from them and now stood behind and to the right of the man.

The man spoke up almost immediately when the boys took their seats. "Your father has some good friends." The man behind the desk said to Matt sounding a bit annoyed. "Not only are you free to go but your friend is too." The Man picked up the folder on his desk and handed it to Matt and Max who both looked through it. "This is a file that has every crime you have done in it. It also has valid information of the cities you were in when committing these crimes. Information also on all the time officers had tried and failed to catch you.

You have stolen as much as cloth, food at restraints, pops and chocolate bars from stores, you even rented hotels and disappeared with out paying…" Matt opened his mouth to say something but then say Max shake his head to tell him not to speak. So Matt shut his mouth and just listened. "…You did other things then that too. But I won't go into them. You have been almost everywhere in Japan and still no one from the office of defense were able to bring you in…" Max handed back the folder. "…Can you tell me why?" Matt once again went to say something but was hushed when Max's hand went over his mouth.

The Man in the suit then, out of curiosity, asked, "And why do you keep preventing him from talking to answer my questions."

"To stop him from saying something he'll regret… We'll regret." The Man nodded.

"Well then I'll continue. Your father knows some good friends and, despite what you two have done, was able to pull some strings to get you freedom… well, most of it.

There are some rules with this way that you will have to fallow to its extent or you…" He pointed to Max, "will be sent to prison for up to five years and you…" he then pointed to Matt. "Will be sent to a juvenile home until your old enough to join your friend. Understand?" The man ended roughly. Both boys nodded as they thought of all the problems that this would make…

Sorry for the um… disgusting description on the murder. Trust me, that's the last time I'm going to ask advice from my boyfriend about a story when I have writers block. Well anyways R&R.