The Saga of Evil: Chapter 4
A/N: MY MUSE KEN HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!!! Some one when I was sleeping snatched him, so I can't write until I get him back, so that's the first concern, but the rest of the chapter is up, after I rescue him, of course, please review.
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Disclaimer: Nobody reads this anyway, so why bother?
heath 999: *stumbles into room in zombie-like state that she's in every morning* Morning everyone. Where's Ken?
Wormmon: *crying* He's been kidnapped.
heath 999: *instantly wide awake* WHAT?! Who took him? Oikawa? Arukenimon? Myotismon?
Sam: Some crazy fan person.
heath 999: *gasp* That's the worst! We have to get him back!
Sam: "WE?"
Digimon Emperor: I'm always up for some violence.
heath 999: Who was it?
Wormmon: *tells the name*
heath 999: Lets go. *waves hand, and Wormmon digivolves to GrandKuwagamon, and Sam has a tree trunk, and I have a steel baseball bat, using the powers of the author*
Everyone: *Flies to the kidnappers house* Take that!
(Due to the violence of this scene, it cannot be shown, but you're really missing something here.)
heath 999: He may have the strength of Hercules, but that doesn't hold a candle to one pissed off brother, a Mega digimon, a Digimon Emperor, and one really ticked off fan girl.
Everyone: *fly home with Ken*
Ken: I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!!!
Sam: Are you okay, Ken?
Ken: I'm fine, and thank you.
heath 999: Well, it's good to have you back, and here's the security standard. *Claps hands and the house instantly converts into a prison, steel doors and all.*
Ken: O.o
heath 999: Wormmon, you can digivolve to Mega anytime now, and nobody can get through this, and if ANY of my muses disappear again, I'm just going to have to stop writing until they return.
Wormmon: Great, please review.
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The Funeral: Two Days Later
~Ken's POV~
I stand next to the coffin that has Sam inside.
I'm still in shock.
It's my entire fault that he's dead, he didn't deserve to die.
I hold a picture of him, looking sadly at the photo.
Then, I sense someone watching me.
I look at the crowd at the funeral, all bowing in respect for Sam.
Except one.
He stands taller than the rest of the crowd, staring right at me.
I stare at him, not knowing why he's staring at me like that, instead of paying respects like everyone else.
We get eye contact, and he gives me a big grin that sends a chill down my spine.
Why is he smiling at a funeral? He should be sad about what happened.
I turn away from the creepy man, feeling his eyes still watching me.
I'm introduced after the funeral service to the man, but I'm so depressed about the death of my older brother, I don't get anything except his name:
Oikawa.
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I bury my face into my pillow after the funeral service, hearing the sobbing coming from my parent's room.
I didn't mean it; I'm so sorry Sam.
Look how sad I made my parents, they haven't been the same since Sam died.
I walk into their room, "Mama?" I ask softly, trying to comfort them in any way possible.
There's no response, they're in too much grief about the death of their other son to notice me.
"Even though Sam's gone, I'm still here." I whisper as a sad reminder to my parents as I walk back to my room, knowing one thing:
Things will never be the same here again.
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A Year Later
I was right about the family never being the same again after Sam's death.
Even now, a year later, my parents still grieve for the death of Sam.
And I still blame myself.
I now have Sam's room, I moved my things here last night, and I'm now playing on Sam's old computer, seeing what e-mails he has from his genius friends who still don't know.
Wait.
There's one for me.
Curious, I open the e-mail, not even knowing who sent it to me.
And read these words:
"I'm sorry for the loss of your brother, it must have been hard to take."
How does he know all this? How does he know that I'm on Sam's computer?
The e-mail continues on, saying that since my parents lost Sam, and the fame that went with him, they have high expectations for me to take his place.
Would they? I know that they loved Sam and all, but would it take me becoming what Sam was for my parents to be happy again?
Eagerly, I read more, with it saying that the pressure to be perfect like Sam will be taxing and stressful. But there's a sanctuary, a game that's like a world that you can take out your stress and anger out on, and a place where you can still be yourself, and not worry about anyone else.
I smile happily, a place where I can get away from all the emotions, a place where the grief and anger that have been building up as long as I can remember when living under the shadow of Sam, and wishing that he would disappear, and having that happen. I can get rid of all these emotions.
How do I get there?
I lean forward and read more, the e-mail continuing on and saying that I can get to this world by using Sam's digivice.
Without hesitating, I open the drawer, and my hand hovers over it.
Should I really do this? Sam never told me to touch it again after the first time.
But I want to see this game, and let out all my emotions, and get rid of my grief and guilt of losing Sam.
Forget Sam, I'm going.
I grab it, and without hesitating, hold it up to the computer and get sucked in.
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I feel darkness.
The scent of death in the air is overwhelming.
There's no one else around, and this place is so vast.
This doesn't look like a sanctuary.
I feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and it stays there, and then I feel a sudden urging to go up into the water.
I walk slowly in, hearing voices saying from my past and maybe some in my future speaking to me, and the urge gets strong to put my digivice in the tar-like water.
And I do.
I see the digivice changing shape right before my own eyes, from a white, square-like device to a black, oval device.
I hear another voice saying: "Welcome, now the game can begin."
I grin, "This is *MY* world, and nobody can ever take it away from me, or try to hide it in a drawer."
I turn and exit the water, plans for the damage that I can do to the game already going through my head.
"Nobody can stop me now."
The Digimon Emperor has been born.
TBC.
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A/N: This is the end of the first part of the saga; the next chapter is going to be up soon, please review until then.
A/N: MY MUSE KEN HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!!! Some one when I was sleeping snatched him, so I can't write until I get him back, so that's the first concern, but the rest of the chapter is up, after I rescue him, of course, please review.
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Disclaimer: Nobody reads this anyway, so why bother?
heath 999: *stumbles into room in zombie-like state that she's in every morning* Morning everyone. Where's Ken?
Wormmon: *crying* He's been kidnapped.
heath 999: *instantly wide awake* WHAT?! Who took him? Oikawa? Arukenimon? Myotismon?
Sam: Some crazy fan person.
heath 999: *gasp* That's the worst! We have to get him back!
Sam: "WE?"
Digimon Emperor: I'm always up for some violence.
heath 999: Who was it?
Wormmon: *tells the name*
heath 999: Lets go. *waves hand, and Wormmon digivolves to GrandKuwagamon, and Sam has a tree trunk, and I have a steel baseball bat, using the powers of the author*
Everyone: *Flies to the kidnappers house* Take that!
(Due to the violence of this scene, it cannot be shown, but you're really missing something here.)
heath 999: He may have the strength of Hercules, but that doesn't hold a candle to one pissed off brother, a Mega digimon, a Digimon Emperor, and one really ticked off fan girl.
Everyone: *fly home with Ken*
Ken: I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!!!
Sam: Are you okay, Ken?
Ken: I'm fine, and thank you.
heath 999: Well, it's good to have you back, and here's the security standard. *Claps hands and the house instantly converts into a prison, steel doors and all.*
Ken: O.o
heath 999: Wormmon, you can digivolve to Mega anytime now, and nobody can get through this, and if ANY of my muses disappear again, I'm just going to have to stop writing until they return.
Wormmon: Great, please review.
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The Funeral: Two Days Later
~Ken's POV~
I stand next to the coffin that has Sam inside.
I'm still in shock.
It's my entire fault that he's dead, he didn't deserve to die.
I hold a picture of him, looking sadly at the photo.
Then, I sense someone watching me.
I look at the crowd at the funeral, all bowing in respect for Sam.
Except one.
He stands taller than the rest of the crowd, staring right at me.
I stare at him, not knowing why he's staring at me like that, instead of paying respects like everyone else.
We get eye contact, and he gives me a big grin that sends a chill down my spine.
Why is he smiling at a funeral? He should be sad about what happened.
I turn away from the creepy man, feeling his eyes still watching me.
I'm introduced after the funeral service to the man, but I'm so depressed about the death of my older brother, I don't get anything except his name:
Oikawa.
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I bury my face into my pillow after the funeral service, hearing the sobbing coming from my parent's room.
I didn't mean it; I'm so sorry Sam.
Look how sad I made my parents, they haven't been the same since Sam died.
I walk into their room, "Mama?" I ask softly, trying to comfort them in any way possible.
There's no response, they're in too much grief about the death of their other son to notice me.
"Even though Sam's gone, I'm still here." I whisper as a sad reminder to my parents as I walk back to my room, knowing one thing:
Things will never be the same here again.
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A Year Later
I was right about the family never being the same again after Sam's death.
Even now, a year later, my parents still grieve for the death of Sam.
And I still blame myself.
I now have Sam's room, I moved my things here last night, and I'm now playing on Sam's old computer, seeing what e-mails he has from his genius friends who still don't know.
Wait.
There's one for me.
Curious, I open the e-mail, not even knowing who sent it to me.
And read these words:
"I'm sorry for the loss of your brother, it must have been hard to take."
How does he know all this? How does he know that I'm on Sam's computer?
The e-mail continues on, saying that since my parents lost Sam, and the fame that went with him, they have high expectations for me to take his place.
Would they? I know that they loved Sam and all, but would it take me becoming what Sam was for my parents to be happy again?
Eagerly, I read more, with it saying that the pressure to be perfect like Sam will be taxing and stressful. But there's a sanctuary, a game that's like a world that you can take out your stress and anger out on, and a place where you can still be yourself, and not worry about anyone else.
I smile happily, a place where I can get away from all the emotions, a place where the grief and anger that have been building up as long as I can remember when living under the shadow of Sam, and wishing that he would disappear, and having that happen. I can get rid of all these emotions.
How do I get there?
I lean forward and read more, the e-mail continuing on and saying that I can get to this world by using Sam's digivice.
Without hesitating, I open the drawer, and my hand hovers over it.
Should I really do this? Sam never told me to touch it again after the first time.
But I want to see this game, and let out all my emotions, and get rid of my grief and guilt of losing Sam.
Forget Sam, I'm going.
I grab it, and without hesitating, hold it up to the computer and get sucked in.
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I feel darkness.
The scent of death in the air is overwhelming.
There's no one else around, and this place is so vast.
This doesn't look like a sanctuary.
I feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and it stays there, and then I feel a sudden urging to go up into the water.
I walk slowly in, hearing voices saying from my past and maybe some in my future speaking to me, and the urge gets strong to put my digivice in the tar-like water.
And I do.
I see the digivice changing shape right before my own eyes, from a white, square-like device to a black, oval device.
I hear another voice saying: "Welcome, now the game can begin."
I grin, "This is *MY* world, and nobody can ever take it away from me, or try to hide it in a drawer."
I turn and exit the water, plans for the damage that I can do to the game already going through my head.
"Nobody can stop me now."
The Digimon Emperor has been born.
TBC.
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A/N: This is the end of the first part of the saga; the next chapter is going to be up soon, please review until then.