PeterN: Well, exams are destroying my sanity for the past two weeks and the next two weeks, maybe time for some of the weirder Chaos stuff. I know this took too long to write, sorry. Thanks for the reviews.
Pikachumaniac – Yes, poor Matt…. You're friend can strangle you and pretend it's me, how about that? ^_^ Joe is still alive, and he got stuck in a broken down elevator… he was already jinxed!
Space Dragon – Wow… two reviews from you? I'm guessing you do not like so many deaths. How could I be trying to fit the current storyline? There are Greater Daemons attacking them, Myotismon got turned into so much powder, and four of the Digidestined are either dead or turned to Chaos. "Hey. Wait a minute. If the Keeper of Secrets could get inside MIMI'S HEAD and do as it pleased... HMMMMM..." This took too long for someone to realise, I really should have made it a bit more obvious.
Emma/Ems – I take it you don't like hentai then…. ^_^ Everyone half die? Three of them FULLY died! And Mimi I doubt you'll like what's happening to Mimi….
Theo 'Blitz' Leung – Sora and TK died. And Matt, not that you care.
Immaterium (Part 17)
The driver glared at the oncoming traffic as he smashed his fist into the ambulance's horn while trying to dodge the cars. He swerved violently round a corner and several crashes could be heard from the back of the vehicle. He dared not look round to see what had happened, he had to keep his eyes glued to the road at this speed. The traffic had eased up now he was off the main road, he pushed the accelerator pedal to the floor and felt the G-forces smash him back into his seat. He glanced down at the speedometer and blinked in surprise before forcing his attention back to the road. Never knew this baby could go so fast. He thought with a slight smile on his faces as adrenaline surged through his body.
In the back of the vehicle a man slowly pulled himself off the floor and struggled to move away from the door he had been smashed into. He looked at the two body bags, making sure they had stayed strapped down through the journey. He felt sweat slowly trickle down his face and wiped it off, he glanced at the window for a moment and wished he hadn't when he saw the buildings blur past through the darkened glass. He fought his way over to the fastened down chair and eventually got in it. He stayed there for a short while, letting his quick, ragged breaths get the oxygen into his blood again. He opened his mouth to speak and then decided against it. No need to distract the maniac. He thought as he buried his head between his knees and tried to overcome the massive adrenaline boost.
The driver looked as a car sped towards him down the road. Down the wrong side of the road. His fist smashed once more into the ambulance's horn. "What's the matter ya maniac, huh, huh? Can't hear the siren, huh? Can't see the lights, huh?" He screamed out as he spun the wheel round a little and then back again, neatly swerving around the car in a sloppy looking skid.
A thud sounded from the back as the man flew out of his chair and landed on one of the body bags. His face looked straight at that of the dead person inside, he saw the spiky blonde hair, almost entirely saturated with dried blood now. He quickly got up, wincing as he felt a pain shoot up his arm where it had crashed into the metal bar of the bed. He got back into the seat and silently prayed to himself that they would get there soon, and safely.
He spied the gates to the building and aimed the hurtling vehicle straight at the small gap they made when open, a gap barely wider than the ambulance was. Fear passed through him for a moment as the vehicle hurtled through them like an out of control train. He smashed the brakes on and skidded round a corner. Pain flared across his chest as the seat belt stopped him from smashing through the window. The ambulance finally stopped, back door mere metres from the entrance to the building.
He felt the ambulance swerve to a screeching halt ad leapt up from the chair, within seconds he had the two beds unfastened from the ambulance and the door open and the ramp down. He saw his partner who had been driving the ambulance get round the back and each of them took one of the beds. They smashed through the doors, running as quickly as they could while steering a loaded bed, even if it was technically a corpse. They rounded yet another corner in the seemingly endless maze of corridors and pushed the beds into a brilliantly lit, but freezing cold room.
One of the several doctors in the room looked up as the two came in the room; they quickly positioned the beds and watched as the paramedics left. The doctor turned to his colleagues, "Now, my friends, we get down to business."
Sora's eyes shot open as she woke up. Memories slowly filtered their way through her tiredness and she bolted up as she remembered what happened. She looked down at herself; everything was there. "Just a dream." She said quietly as her mind flitted back to the pain she felt, and her death. "No make that a nightmare."
Darkness spread throughout the area and Sora looked around, alert and confused. She felt water hit her in the face as it started to rain lightly. She wiped some off her face and tried to look through the quickening shower. She noticed her hand and stared at it for a moment, slowly turning it in front of her face. "Black water?" She breathed as the shower turned into a torrent.
"Still in denial, my dear?" The voice asked. The same voice as before. "You still don't believe that you're dead?"
"How can I be?" She screamed against the drenching tide of blackness, she spat violently as some of the black stuff went in her mouth. The vile taste still refused to leave.
"I forgot how stupid you were. Now, have fun in that poison. The record for surviving it is two and a half days so far, try and beat it."
Sora tried to move, but found herself nearly crushed by an instant downpour of the poison. She could no longer see through it, totally submerged as she was. Her eyes started to sting so she screwed them tight in an attempt to keep the stuff out. She held her breath as long as she could, certain that she'd drown again. Seconds passed as hours in the solitary hell she inhabited, minutes as days. Lack of oxygen finally caught up with her and the breathing instinct kicked in, the poison rushed into her mouth and smashed into her lungs, one final bubble escaped her lips as the pressure forced out the very last air in her lungs.
Pain started to eat her up from the inside as the poison slowly eat away at her mouth, windpipe, stomach, lungs, and anything else it could get to. Slowly and excruciatingly, molecule by molecule, cell by cell, the poison ate away at her being and hit her with waves of pain that she didn't know could be felt before. The poison worked its way inside her clothes and started to eat away at her skin from the outside as well. Time passed in the lonesome place where for Sora, the only thing in existence, was pain.
Tai walked silently and slowly through the park. His mind was blank and his feet were on autopilot. Another tear slowly dribbled its way along his already wet face, pausing when it reached his chin for a while before dropping and shattering on the ground. A cold, unconscious, shiver passed through him as the slight breeze hit the new streak of water, drying it out to become yet another tear mark on his grief blemished face. His hands swung slowly in time with his steps, blood hardening and caking where he had not thought to wash it off. A drop slowly flung off his hands as they swayed backwards and forwards. The red drop sailed through the air for a fraction of time before smashing into someone else; Kari.
She too walked in the same slow, autonomic, say that her brother was. Her eyes were glazed over, but her mind was going too fast. Pictures of Matt's and TK's corpses flashed in front of her vision, both glued together by their deaths, cradling each other in one final embrace of life. Half formed thoughts raced through her mind, each one adding more substance to the slowly building image. She tried to think of something else, but everything collided into the picture. Nothing would detract from it. Nothing would stop it building. Pain smashed its way into the image as it gained more reality. She saw their pain, felt their pain. Her own mental scream adding to those of the image. The three voices rang out, a wavering beacon of death cutting silently through space. Pain hit them. Matt and TK and Kari. Their screams joining as one in one final, overwhelming, burst of pain.
Silence.
Nothing sounded in Kari's empty mind. Nothing was seen. Nothing intruded into the shut off corner she had fled to. Alone she sat in a corner, eyes bleary with exhaustion despite being completely awake. She buried her face in her hands and cried, the all-prevailing blackness swallowed the sounds of wailing as the tears disappeared upon contact with the nothingness that surrounded her.
Mimi watched the Greater Daemon, the Keeper of Secrets with predatory looks as she walked slowly towards it. She slid a long, multicoloured, fingernail down an exposed bone running from the top of its stomach downwards, where it disappeared from sight beneath its silken clothing. A barely audible groan came out of its mouth and Mimi stepped back, a mischievous grin spreading across her mouth as she looked over the Greater Daemon for the first time since she had seen it.
She looked at its beautiful form, bedecked with gorgeous jewels and precious gems. The delicate silken clothing draped from around its waist and shoulders that had felt so soft. Its four delicate looking arms that beguiled a hidden strength, two ended in perfectly formed pincers, and two ending in graceful hands. It's elongated head, patterned with a beautiful mix between its visible exoskeleton and hidden endoskeleton. The two long, curved, horns that tapered to a dizzily small point, partially translucent and seeming almost to be made of glass or crystal. On its forehead was a strange symbol, pulsing with power, two half moons at right angles to each other, connected by a thin straight line that ended in an apparently infinitely deep sphere. She stared at the symbol for a little longer, her whole being filling with pleasure as she looked at it.
A pulsing darkness from her own clothes drew her attention away; she tried to look at them with little success. She looked round and went up to the altar, its polished surface acting as a brilliant mirror. A group of lines slowly drew together on her always changing clothes, now a bright yellow in colour, she watched as they formed the symbol on the Greater Daemon's forehead and stayed, superimposed, above the chaos that was showing in her clothes.
Mimi made a high-pitched squealing noise in delight and turned round. Barely catching the end of another transformation. She stared at her crest as its picture raged from the bright whiteness of sincerity, to the dark blackness of a new image. The sphere of darkness suspended above the altar flashed, a pure beam of black smashed into the crest, changing it to the new image in an instant, destroying the crest of sincerity for all eternity, and creating a new crest. The thin thread that kept it around the Greater Daemon's neck vanished as it burst into flames. The crest floated towards Mimi and she picked it up, recognising the now familiar symbol, the same one that both she and the Greater Daemon wore: the symbol of Slaanesh.
Tai and Kari walked into their apartment block, both of them slowly coming to their senses despite not wanting to. Tai pressed the elevator button as they waited in silence for it to come.
"I wasn't having a horrible nightmare by any chance?" Tai whispered in a weak voice, hoarse and cracking from crying and grief. "Why didn't I go out sooner like you said? If I'd listened to you, they might be alive still…. Why? After everything, why did they have to be killed? Murdered by that… thing!" He smashed his fist against the metal elevator door, blood trickled down his hand as he cut his hand on it. He collapsed into a heap on the floor, a useless sobbing bundle, hands covered with the blood of three people.
"Tai, it is not your fault. You could not have helped it. Now get up, you're no good lying there!" Kari's nearly hysterical voice pierced through Tai's shell and he slowly stumbled to his feet, blood dripping from his hand and pooling on the floor by his feet. He wiped his face to clear the tears, smearing his face with blood. They slowly went up the stairs and reached their apartment.
Both went inside, too distracted to bother with the usually autonomous action of removing their shoes. Kari crashed into the sofa, and Tai into the chair. Both stared blankly in silence for what seemed an eternity, before Kari broke down into tears again, Tai looked over at her and moved to the sofa, cradling her in his arms, an imitation of the fatal position Matt and TK had been in as the two cried themselves into the unforgiving oblivion of sleep.
Izzy sat up slowly, the pain no longer made him scream out, but it refused to leave almost every part of his body. His vision turned to see the drip that had been fed into his arm before he regained consciousness. He looked to the other side and groaned as harsh sunlight hit his eyes used to the darkness of sleep. A person rushed to his side, followed by another a few seconds later.
"Mum…? Dad…?" He mouthed, he didn't hear his voice, but saw them both nod. He rested his head back on the pillow, a faint smile touching his lips. "Home." He whispered before giving into sleep, a growing smile spreading across his face as he started to dream.
His foster parents looked down at his sleeping form along with a nurse. "He'll be fine, he just needs to rest. I've never seen anyone live through those kind of burns before, he's a real survivor." The nurse walked away, leaving the two parents happy in the knowledge that their son would be fine.
Joe groaned as he lifted his head from the floor. An irony taste filled his mouth and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He choked a few times, each convulsion spewing up more blood onto the small floor. He rolled over onto his back, gasping down lungful after lungful of sweet tasting air. He looked over at the still form of Tsunomon and stood up, intending to help him. A wave of dizziness and nausea swept over him as he collapsed to the bloodied floor, falling back into a heavy sleep.
PeterN: Exams are finally over (they were still going when I started this section O_o). Might get out parts a bit quicker now. Anyone think they have any ideas about what's going on in this part? Please leave a review.