PeterN: Sorry this section took so long to do, and sorry that it's so short. I am going to apologise to all Mimi fans that read this. From now on Mimi fans will not like me. Thanks for the reviews.
Theo 'Blitz' Leung – Very single-minded review there. At least there's no sophistry in it ^_^
Space Dragon – The reason it took so long was that I was in a sort of "I can't be bothered to do anything" mood. Two out of the four? If you mean Greater Daemons destroyed I suggest you re-read the end (either that or I need to). Also, what does "FAIYAA!" mean?
Pikachumaniac – Wonder how many baby digimon there were in Primary Village…. Oh well, I think they're all deleted now. A Gomamon fan as well?
{Death} – Why are you apologising?!?!
Immaterium (Part 15)
The Greater Daemon looked round as the powerful magic begun to dissipate. Carnage and slaughter and death were everywhere it looked. Not even the ground had escaped its fury. He stepped over one of the myriad of holes and craters that littered what used to be Primary Village. Amazingly the altar was still standing. Now resplendent with gold and fine jewels. Suspended a few centimetres from the gold-plated cloth that lined the gleaming altar was a luminous-black void. A gateway into the Immaterium itself.
It stood on the now metal platform that the altar resided on and turned to survey the remnants of Primary Village. Any building blocks that had been left at the start of the battle were now floating down, small flashes of confetti in the slight breeze that brushed by its hair. It looked at the small fragments of cradles that were left, steam and data still rising here and there from the annihilated areas. It looked at the ground, pitted with deep craters where the magic had smashed even that into its base components.
Noise.
Light.
Pain.
The three things flooded his senses as he lay unconscious to the world. His subconscious creating a whirling diorama of noise, light, and pain. The noise settled down from continuous rumblings to discrete pulses of sound. The pitch increased and a fairly steady beat of noise came in its place. He opened his eyes, forcing them back as a brilliance he'd never seen before cascaded into them. The pain began to ease and faint murmurings could be heard. People talking. He tried to open his eyes again, risking burning out his retina in the flow of brightness.
The voices became clearer; naturally deep, but a higher pitch than normal. Words began to filter through the murky haze of pain. A sudden burning sensation spread through his body and he cried out in pain, eyes shooting open once again as his instincts forced him to move. Something held him down, a strap across the blackened mess that used to be his clothes, or possibly his skin.
He looked round as much as he could, now that his eyes were becoming accustomed to the glare. Three people stood round him as far as he could see and hear. Maybe more, but he couldn't move to find out because of the strap. Some more words brushed past his ears as he consciousness forced itself upon him with an inferno of pain.
A jab of pain in his arm, followed by sweet, blessed, coolness. Pain lifted from him as the wave of numbness spread through hi arm, and then his body. For a moment there was no pain, then blackness as unconsciousness once again crept over him like a protective blanket.
The sounds of a busy city filtered through his sense. Slowly he opened his eyes, shielding them against the brightness of the morning sun with his arm. He sat up and looked around. He saw the busy metropolitan skyscrapers he recognised. "Home…" he breathed out quietly as he took in the marvel of familiar surroundings. Slowly he remembered what had happened before he got there. He shot up and looked around with panic in his eyes. Where are they? They had to survive. I did, so they must have. Yeah.
He spied an unmoving blob of colour, out of place in the city; Koromon. He rushed towards him and gently picked him up. "Don't worry. You'll be fine in no time." He looked around trying to work out where in the city he was. His sight fixed on a block of apartments. Home sweet home. He thought as he headed off towards it, Koromon unconscious in his arms.
He got to the door. What do I say about Koromon? They might have been out last time, but will they still be out? Oh well, might as well go in. He thought as he floundered outside the door with indecision. He pushed the door open and went inside, pausing just long enough to take his shoes off. He looked at the calendar. August 14th. Still the same day. He thought with relief as he crashed onto the couch switching on the television and the air conditioning, listening to the soft tinkle of his mother's wind chimes. A soft smile spread across his face for a few moments as he sat back and closed his eyes.
"Tai?"
He opened his eyes and saw Kari standing in the door near the television. "What Kari?"
"What's wrong with Koromon?"
His eyes snapped open and he looked at Koromon, still unconscious on the couch where he had forgotten about him. "He took a lot of damage, we all did." He sat up in the chair and turned to face Kari. "Other things have appeared in the Digiworld. Four Greater Daemons. We destroyed one, but the second one…. I thought it had killed us all." He slumped down with a depressed sigh as he turned to look at Koromon
"Are the others all right?" Kari asked.
Tai faltered for a moment, lips opening, no sound ensuing. His mouth closed and he shut his eyes for a few moments before trying to talk again. "I don't know." He finally said, guilt weighing his voice down into a whisper. "They weren't near me when I woke up…. I'm here though, so they had to have made it."
Peace. She felt at peace. Her form felt light, floating slowly downwards through the weird blubbering of sound that soothes her. The sun was straight ahead, its brilliance shining down upon her. She smiled as she looked into it. She opened her mouth in awe of its beauty.
The tranquillity turned to hell as liquid fire smashed its way into her mouth. Sun clouded over as darkness begun to spread across her world. She flailed her limbs wildly, barely able to move them in the restrictive power of the place. The feeling of lightness faded as she picked up speed and weight, the world went crazy as she spiralled out of control in an ever-quickening dive.
She made one last attempt to cry for help. The fire mocked her as it smashed through her body, drowning out her silent pleas for help under an irresistible tide of pain and fear. She found herself staring at the sun again, flares of darkness raced across her vision as she clawed at her burning eyes.
The intricate web of darkness exploded, engulfing everything except a single pinprick point of light in the centre of her vision. The strange wailing noises faded into nothingness, the pain vanished from sight. Only the single point of light remained in existence. In an instant or an eternity, that too, disappeared.
He sat up sharply as a burst of cold wetness burst across his face. He screwed his eyes shut as the sun flared down on the area. He opened his eyes a few seconds later, now looking down towards the lake. He backed away quickly, knees grazing and bleeding a small red trail as he hastily retreated from the edge of the bridge.
Joe pushed his glasses up and stood up. People. He could see people nearby. Home. He thought as a weak smile momentarily appeared on his face, mostly hidden by the pain of his recent memories. A row of faint splashes brought him out of his memories and into reality. He peered over the edge of the bridge into the lake down below. Nothing. The water was perfectly calm.
He turned round and saw Tsunomon lying on the bridge, a small puddle of red coalescing around his rigid form. Joe rushed over to him and picked him up. "Come on Tsunomon. Don't die on me." He looked up, getting his bearings for a few moments. He looked back at the unconscious Tsunomon and started running off the bridge without further thought.
TK shakily got to his feet as he looked at the mess that used to be him. He reached up to his hair and tried to run his hand through it. The gooey mass didn't budge much and he brought his hand back down. He looked at the red stains that covered his hand in shock and blanched. Gravity hit him with a vengeance and he collapsed, limbs feeling like lead before he slipped into unconsciousness once more.
Matt woke with a sharp pain as something crashed into his stomach. He shoved the thing away before opening his eyes. He froze. Panic stricken thoughts blurred through his brain faster than he could act on them. He slowly looked at the bloody mess that was his brother; TK. He looked at his hair, matted dark red with oozing blood. He fought down a feeling of nausea and picked TK up, panic still clouding his thoughts. He went off in a random direction, help might be there.
He never noticed the trail of fresh blood he was leaving on the previously green grass. Thoughts concentrated on helping TK, until, one by one, they disappeared along with his consciousness. They collapsed. Two brothers, bleeding to death in each others arms.
Mimi opened her eyes wide. She got to her feet slowly, feeling as though she ad woken from a dream. She looked at the destruction that spread out around her, the place that used to be where Primary Village stood. Blank eyes stared in shock at the place for seconds, minutes, or hours. The eyes took on life as awareness flooded into Mimi.
She looked at the place again. Not everything had been destroyed. She focused on the altar that she had been forced to build. It gleamed with beauty in the evening sunlight. Dazzling gold and jewels were made from the disgusting stone she had built it from. She took a step towards the altar without realising it. She looked down at her clothes, changed beyond recognition from what she had been wearing. The black and silver mix swirled as she looked at it, scenes of acts too horrific to describe accurately appeared and re-appeared differently in the blink of an eye. She re-focused here attention on the Greater Daemon. It was staring back at her, an unfathomable look in its eyes. It started towards her then stopped in surprise.
Mimi laughed. Cold. Evil. Sadistic.
PeterN: I am now scared where this story is heading. I'm going to apologise in advance to any Mimi fans, now that she appears to have embraced Slaanesh, you will not like what could happen (I don't, and I'm writing it!). Please leave a review.