PeterN: Thanks for the reviews, and sorry for the slow update.
Theo 'Blitz' Leung – I chose Slaanesh partly because they were fighting a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh at the time. Also Khorne would have been a bad idea. If you truly wanted Nurgle (note to anyone who doesn't know, Nurgle is the Chaos God of pestilence and decay), there's nothing I can say. And Mimi doesn't strike me as the sort that would follow Tzeentch.
Pikachumaniac – Fortunately for me, your friend will never see me in real life to kill me. I've already harmed TK and Matt, now it's just a matter of whether they die or not.
Space Dragon – You're wrong. I did not choose Slaanesh because he/she/it is the opposite of Mimi. I chose Slaanesh because that is the Chaos God that most matches her personality (at least in series 1, which is all I have seen thanks to CITV…). Nope, the Keeper of Secrets didn't die, neither did the Great Unclean One. A Daemon cannot be killed outside of the Immaterium, they can only be banished back to the Immaterium for a length of time dependant mainly on how badly they got beaten.
the_hunk – Not really. I think putting "people" like Abbadon in the story would be disastrous! Then again, turning Mimi to Slaanesh is disastrous!
Immaterium (Part 16)
Joe ran along, not sure where he was running to now that some sense of realism was seeping back in. The hospital, where he was running to, was not going to be able to help Tsunomon. He glanced back down at the small creature he was holding; his breathing seemed steadier at least. He slowed to a stop and looked around trying to decide where to go while he caught his breath. Can't go back home, how would I ever explain Tsunomon to my parents? The hospital? Why did I even think of that? Outside is no good. Tsunomon needs warmth and food. Where? Joe thought as his lungs grabbed what little oxygen they could before he started running from panic again.
He caught sight of an apartment block. "Tai's!" He shouted out despite the lack of air. He ran off again, now knowing where to go, not noticing the strange looks people were giving him since he shouted out. He ran up to the elevator, pounded on the button, before doubling over trying to breath. Blood pounded in his ears as he fell against the wall and waited for the elevator to arrive.
He stood up, one hand against the wall to support his weight as his legs tried to collapse beneath him. A loud bleep announced the elevator as it opened; he stumbled into it and thumped the button before sliding to the floor, completely out of breath. Slowly his heart and breath returned to normal and he stood up, impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach the right floor.
The elevator shuddered, the lights flickered off, and the elevator smashed to a halt throwing him headfirst into the wall. He slid to the floor; face down, oblivious to the enclosed metal world around him.
Izzy slowly opened his eyes, squinting through them to block out some of the pain in his eyes. He raised his hands to rub them and stopped. In his hand was a plastic tube; his eyes followed the tube across the bed he was laying in and up to a bag of red liquid. His eyes opened wide in surprise, and he screwed them shut to stop the stinging.
He collapsed his head back onto the single pillow in the small bed as memories of the hospital crawled through his brain with agonising slowness. Slowly, long after he looked at his hand, the strange look of it dawned on him. He opened his eyes once again and looked at his hand; burnt. Burnt almost beyond recognition. He could see scabs covering it where blood had rushed through the damaged skin.
The damage slowly sunk into his brain, he realised the pain of it, and screamed. Tears streamed from his eyes, their stinging nothing compared to the pain that raced from his arms and legs. He looked at his arm, vision clouded by the teary streams he saw the bloodied burn marks across one side of each arm.
Vaguely he noticed a doctor or a nurse rush over to him. His eyes just stayed fixated on the injuries, while his mouth refused to do anything but scream. A needle was shoved into his arm and a feeling of cold spread out from the point. He felt the dumbness begin to overwhelm him and he screamed louder, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. Abruptly he was silent; head fell back into the pillow, mouth still open in the mean o of pain. The person closed Izzy's mouth and watched him in the silence that followed his screaming.
"Like the eye of a storm…."
Sora choked. She lay on the ground, trying to clear her lungs. Slowly she choked up some water and she started to breathe again. She lay on the cold, stone floor as her memories drifted to her last waking thoughts. She slowly pieced it together. I was drowning? She asked in her head.
The thought echoed round the area and she sat up, her head ached as the darkness spun and swirled in protest to the movement. She dropped her head back, forgetting the stone floor beneath her until her skull made a sickening crunch. Her hand went to it automatically and she felt wetness. She raised her hand in front of her face, squinting to see in the near total darkness that pervaded everything. She made out the red colour as the blood dripped from her hand and onto her clothes.
"Yes. You were drowning." A voice silently said in the darkness. "You were drowning, and you drowned. You were dead on arrival at the hospital."
Sora's eyes opened wide at the statement, then relaxed to normal as she realised how stupid the statement was. "If I'm dead, why do I still exist?"
The voice laughed. For a long time nothing else happened, just the recurring noise of a soft laugh, over and over, grinding through her head, the volume ever increasing until the blood was pounding in her ears, rivalling the volume of the noise until it seemed her head would burst.
An explosion sounded in her left ear and the laugh stopped instantly. Sora cried out in agony and her hands shot to her ear. Blood gushed out, steaming onto the pristine floor as she writhed in pain. The blood flowed down her arms, coating her in her own blood as she tried to escape the agony in any way possible. She crashed her head into the floor; creating a nerve-jarring crunch each time her softening skull hit the solid stone. One final thrust of her head and she lay motionless, blood still gushing out of her ear as a grey lump slowly spread itself across the floor to be covered in blood.
The darkness watched on as the girl quickly smashed her brain into a pulp. It smiled. The laugh started up again, although there was none other who could hear it this time. The laugh continued, a sweet, beautiful sound. The volume rose and the air started to vibrate with the sound.
Soft explosions could be heard in the tornado of sound as the girl's body exploded with showers of red liquid, and white shards.
Tai walked out the door, annoyance showing in his face as he prepared to look for his friends along with Kari. Koromon was still in the house, and Tai had left a note in case he woke up before they were back.
"I told you Kari, they'll be fine. They'll all probably at home right now. Sitting in the warm and eating, like I could be…." He thumped the elevator button again. "Stupid thing always breaking down."
"Come on Tai. Take the stairs." Kari said as she headed down, barely waiting for him to catch up.
Tai followed in silence as his conscience steadily warred against his want to stay inside and relax. What if they aren't safe? I am, they must be. You know that for sure? …No. There, or are you too much of a coward to see if they need help. Of course not!
They reached the bottom of the stairs and Tai sped up, determined to at least find his friends. He looked around, trying to guess where they were. "Let's try where I landed." He said as he set off towards the edge of the park. "Not much point though, they'll have landed just like me."
"What of they landed in the road, in front of a car." Tai froze rigid when he heard Kari talk. A few seconds later he sprinted off towards the nearby park, all thoughts of them probably being safe forgotten. He reached the park and looked around. Grass, tress; nothing out of the ordinary. He heard heavy footsteps behind him and spun round to see Kari.
"They're not here." He said flatly as he turned away and headed off in a random direction. Kari quickly caught up and looked round at the peaceful place, buried in the middle of a frenzy of hectic activity most of the time. The scent of the trees and the grass flowed into her, something she never really payed attention to before. Something grated at her senses, something just beyond conscious recognition. She looked around trying to work out what was bothering her; nothing. She set off behind Tai, her pace slowing as she glanced around nervously.
"Kari." Tai's voice floated out from behind some trees quietly. She ran over to where he was standing and looked at him. His eyes stared blankly in front of him. She waved a hand in front of his face and got no response. Slowly she followed his gaze and stared along with Tai.
On the ground was a pool of dark red blood, dried into the grass, a trail of blood, maybe five foot long, then a larger pool of glistening red surrounding two bodies, covered in each other's blood.
She doubled over close to the ground and vomited, barely noticing the vile taste in her mouth, or the trails of small yellow bile that dribbled down her clothes when she vomited a second time. She saw Tai rush over to them, blood now covering his hands. Her body tried to vomit again, but there was nothing left. The nauseous feeling stayed with her as she slowly walked to the crumpled heap, too shocked or scared to do anything else.
Tai felt numb as he reached down to Matt and TK, blood plastered his hands as he vainly tried to help them to their feet. He felt the sticky texture of the drying blood and saw the wounds on TK's head where blood slowly dribbled through a scab that covered most of his head. He realised they weren't breathing; he cried out in anger as he realised his friends were dead. Killed because he wanted to stay in the warm.
He crumpled to the ground, crying freely for the two friends he had known for what had been only hours in the real world. He lay there, barely realising what was happening as ambulance sirens blared through the area. Someone led him and Kari away from the scene, as two occupied body bags were loaded into the ambulance.
PeterN: Not very long this time (took six hours though), but it was getting hard to avoid a hentai scene between Mimi and the Keeper of Secrets. Apologies to any TK, Matt, or Sora fans for this part. I thought it was Mimi who was going to die first, maybe my subconscious thought I'd half killed her enough times. Please leave a review.