The Saga of Evil: Chapter 8
A/N: Almost finished, a few more chapters to go. Also, I'm going to skip most of the first half of "Genesis of Evil", since I already covered it in the first few chapters. Please review.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Ken: I LOVE YOU, WORMMON!!! *hugs Wormmon tightly*
Wormmon: Uh, Ken, I can't breathe.
heath 999: I didn't know Wormmon's can be blue like that.
Sam: Only when they can't breathe.
Ken: Sorry. *lets go of Wormmon*
Digimon Emperor: Why did my reign end like that?! WHY? WHY?
Ken: Why are you complaining, I'm the one who had to suffer.
Digimon Emperor: I'll come back I tell you!!!! AND I'LL RULE YOU ALL!!! *cackles insanely*
Everyone Else: O.o
heath 999: OOOOOOOOOKKKKKKK!!! Please review.
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Tamachi Apartments: A Few Days Later
~Ken's POV~
I hear voices from below me, begging me to wake up.
I don't know how long I've been sleeping, but I know that I can't wake up yet.
There's something missing.
My heart.
I need to find it before I can do anything else.
I search deeply in my dreams, looking through my painful memories to try to find where I lost it.
I still can't find it.
My parents are asking me once more to wake up.
I can't.
Not until I find my heart.
And the person I used to be.
The innocent child blowing bubbles with his older brother.
Why did I like that so much?
Maybe it was the only thing I was good at.
Even better than Sam.
But-
he's the one who taught me how to blow them, the one who made the water, and the straws.
I linger on that memory, watching myself blowing bubbles, with Sam cheering me on.
I convince Sam to blow one, and it pops right away.
I close my eyes to avoid the soap from getting into them.
When I open my eyes.
Sam's gone.
Forever.
Maybe I am, too.
I open my eyes, and sit slowly up.
I blink at the unfamiliar surroundings, and the people below me who seem to be happy that I'm awake.
"Who are you?" I ask softly, bewildered that these strange people seem to know me.
The people gasp in shock, and the man says that I have amnesia.
My memory isn't gone.
My heart is.
And only when I get it back, I'll remember whom they are.
And who I am.
WHO AM I?
The stranger's keep on talking, I ignore them until Sam is said, and I turn to look at them.
"We were turning you into Sam without knowing it, and we're so sorry." The man says, tears filling his eyes.
"We just want you to be your normal self, we were terrible, and we know that now. All we're asking for is a second chance." The woman says, eyes watering.
I don't get it.
How could I forgive them when I don't know what they did?
"Sam's gone for good, but we don't want to lose you, too." The man starts again, eyes watering.
"Please, just be your kind and gentle self, Ken. Please, for me?" The woman says, tears now streaming down her face.
I don't understand.
Why is she crying?
When I'm sad, I just go numb.
I blink, and feel a warm liquid running down my face.
I put my hand to my cheek, and pull it away, seeing something glittering in my palm.
Tears.
I'm crying.
Why?
Is my heart closer than I think?
I look down, seeing both of the strangers crying now.
Maybe,
maybe these people and I can get over the pain of losing Sam together.
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I look out the window at the city.
It's been two days, and I still haven't found my heart.
I know that it's out there, somewhere.
I just have to find it before I can do it anything else.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and startled, I whip my head around to see the woman who considers herself my mom behind me.
"I'm sorry, you can eat whenever you want." She says, sounding apologetic.
I ignore her, and look again out the window.
When something catches my eye.
A photo of Sam.
I pick it up, my eyes scanning over it sadly.
Knowing that this is the person that I wish that would die.
Will I ever get over the pain?
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I sit down at the computer, planning on doing some homework.
I've fallen way behind in the two months that I was missing, and even more from the week that I've been awake.
Then, something catches my eye.
My digivice, and my crest that I don't deserve.
Why did I get that?
I flashback to the scene where Wormmon was tearfully telling me how cruel I had become.
I'm sorry, Wormmon.
I don't know why, but I just know.
My hearts not here.
It's where the digivice will lead me.
Without hesitating, I open the digiport, and get sucked in.
My crest in my pocket.
I don't know why,
but I have a feeling that I'll need it.
TBC.
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A/N: I know that this chapter is short, but it's a warm-up for the next one. Please review.
A/N: Almost finished, a few more chapters to go. Also, I'm going to skip most of the first half of "Genesis of Evil", since I already covered it in the first few chapters. Please review.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Ken: I LOVE YOU, WORMMON!!! *hugs Wormmon tightly*
Wormmon: Uh, Ken, I can't breathe.
heath 999: I didn't know Wormmon's can be blue like that.
Sam: Only when they can't breathe.
Ken: Sorry. *lets go of Wormmon*
Digimon Emperor: Why did my reign end like that?! WHY? WHY?
Ken: Why are you complaining, I'm the one who had to suffer.
Digimon Emperor: I'll come back I tell you!!!! AND I'LL RULE YOU ALL!!! *cackles insanely*
Everyone Else: O.o
heath 999: OOOOOOOOOKKKKKKK!!! Please review.
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Tamachi Apartments: A Few Days Later
~Ken's POV~
I hear voices from below me, begging me to wake up.
I don't know how long I've been sleeping, but I know that I can't wake up yet.
There's something missing.
My heart.
I need to find it before I can do anything else.
I search deeply in my dreams, looking through my painful memories to try to find where I lost it.
I still can't find it.
My parents are asking me once more to wake up.
I can't.
Not until I find my heart.
And the person I used to be.
The innocent child blowing bubbles with his older brother.
Why did I like that so much?
Maybe it was the only thing I was good at.
Even better than Sam.
But-
he's the one who taught me how to blow them, the one who made the water, and the straws.
I linger on that memory, watching myself blowing bubbles, with Sam cheering me on.
I convince Sam to blow one, and it pops right away.
I close my eyes to avoid the soap from getting into them.
When I open my eyes.
Sam's gone.
Forever.
Maybe I am, too.
I open my eyes, and sit slowly up.
I blink at the unfamiliar surroundings, and the people below me who seem to be happy that I'm awake.
"Who are you?" I ask softly, bewildered that these strange people seem to know me.
The people gasp in shock, and the man says that I have amnesia.
My memory isn't gone.
My heart is.
And only when I get it back, I'll remember whom they are.
And who I am.
WHO AM I?
The stranger's keep on talking, I ignore them until Sam is said, and I turn to look at them.
"We were turning you into Sam without knowing it, and we're so sorry." The man says, tears filling his eyes.
"We just want you to be your normal self, we were terrible, and we know that now. All we're asking for is a second chance." The woman says, eyes watering.
I don't get it.
How could I forgive them when I don't know what they did?
"Sam's gone for good, but we don't want to lose you, too." The man starts again, eyes watering.
"Please, just be your kind and gentle self, Ken. Please, for me?" The woman says, tears now streaming down her face.
I don't understand.
Why is she crying?
When I'm sad, I just go numb.
I blink, and feel a warm liquid running down my face.
I put my hand to my cheek, and pull it away, seeing something glittering in my palm.
Tears.
I'm crying.
Why?
Is my heart closer than I think?
I look down, seeing both of the strangers crying now.
Maybe,
maybe these people and I can get over the pain of losing Sam together.
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I look out the window at the city.
It's been two days, and I still haven't found my heart.
I know that it's out there, somewhere.
I just have to find it before I can do it anything else.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and startled, I whip my head around to see the woman who considers herself my mom behind me.
"I'm sorry, you can eat whenever you want." She says, sounding apologetic.
I ignore her, and look again out the window.
When something catches my eye.
A photo of Sam.
I pick it up, my eyes scanning over it sadly.
Knowing that this is the person that I wish that would die.
Will I ever get over the pain?
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I sit down at the computer, planning on doing some homework.
I've fallen way behind in the two months that I was missing, and even more from the week that I've been awake.
Then, something catches my eye.
My digivice, and my crest that I don't deserve.
Why did I get that?
I flashback to the scene where Wormmon was tearfully telling me how cruel I had become.
I'm sorry, Wormmon.
I don't know why, but I just know.
My hearts not here.
It's where the digivice will lead me.
Without hesitating, I open the digiport, and get sucked in.
My crest in my pocket.
I don't know why,
but I have a feeling that I'll need it.
TBC.
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A/N: I know that this chapter is short, but it's a warm-up for the next one. Please review.