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Savior
The DigiDestined trudged through the forest. They searched for black spires that loomed over the digital earth and stretched to touch the blue sky above.
Sometimes she wished she could do that.
He appeared. Ready to fight, ready to kill. She couldn't say she was surprised, not like the others. She knew he had been there. Why she hadn't warned the others, she had no answer.
The battle started. Digimon against digimon. One side out for blood, the other fighting for freedom. But from the way they attacked each other you couldn't tell which from which. And he stood in the center, watching them.
It was incredible. He stood in the center of the battlefield. Attacks flew past him, ruffling his hair and cape with the breeze they created. But nothing moved him. He was like a statue; motionless, expressionless. Stark still. Nothing moved.
Except his eyes.
They moved. They stared holes into each DigiDestined. He'd size them up, running his eyes up and down their form. Examining each of them from afar. Then he got to her and their eyes met. None of the others paid any attention to him, despite his peculiar position on the battlefield. He raised an eyebrow at her. Something surprised him. He raised his arm and pointed at her, eyes never falling from her own.
Her head and body burned. Cool grass tickled her face and she realized she was lying on the ground. He had pointed to her, he had signaled to a digimon to attack her.
The pain was too much.
The land around her got darker. Too dark to see. Her eyes had given out.
She could still hear though. "Retreat!"
Her friends were leaving.
"Let's go!"
"Run!"
They had left.
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He sat beside her and waited for her to wake. Despite the voice in his head that tugged at him to leave her, he just couldn't. He sat silently, waiting for her to wake up.
It had been three days since he had picked her up from the snow outside his door. Five since he had "stolen" her from her friends. She tossed and turned for most of those three days. He knew what that was like. Nightmares made you toss and turn. He had his fair share of those.
She trembled; an action that caused her entire incredibly small frame to shake violently. He pulled the blankets that rested over her up to her chin. The shaking continued.
He sat back and watched her. He had no idea why he was doing this. She was a DigiDestined, his enemy. He should have left her in the snowdrift if not his dungeon. But there was just something about her he liked.
He saw her eyes open. They were troubled and distressed. "So, your finally awake," he said.
She looked around wildly and her eyes searched for a familiar face. She moved her lips to speak, but she could force no sound.
"Here, drink this."
He lifted her up into a sitting position and held a cup to her lips. She drank greedily from it. It tasted sweet, chocolate. Hot chocolate. The boiling hot liquid burned her lips and tongue, but it tasted good and felt good going down her throat. It warmed her from the inside for she couldn't get warm on the outside despite the many blankets covering her.
"I see you like it." She nodded. "I'll get more for you later."
He laid her back. "So, you mind telling me your name?" She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a hacking cough. "Never mind. I'm pretty sure I know it already." Her eyes continued to dart around, searching in vain for something to clear up. He waved a hand over her eyes, but got no response. "Can you see?" She shook her head.
He kept his voice low and rather monotone. He was afraid she might recognize him and freak out. She needed to rest, and attempting an escape, as most DigiDestined would, was not a form of rest.
He pulled the blanket off of her and she shivered fiercely. He pinched her ankle. "Can you feel this?"
A look of confusion came over her face. 'Feel what?' She mouthed.
He swallowed the lump in her throat. "Nothing." He pulled the blanket to her chin again. "I'm going to let you rest. You have to sleep. Okay?" She nodded, but looked bothered and terrified. "You'll be okay. Your eye sight will come back and I'll return you to your friends." He started to straighten up, but she grabbed his arm, almost hitting him in the face as she blindly reached for him. "Unhand me!" He screamed at her.
She quickly pulled away again and tears filled her eyes. 'I'm sorry.' She mouthed.
"Just get some sleep," he replied, forcing his voice down. "I'll be back later to check on you. I'll have something for you to eat." She closed her eyes and he strode out of the room. He shut the door and bit his lip. He hadn't meant to blow up at her. If she was going to be staying with him, he'd have to learn to control that.
With a sigh he walked down the hall, mind still on her.
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She moved and her eyes barely opened. They stung from light which she couldn't pinpoint for nothing would focus. She tried to remember what had happened, but nothing solid came to mind. Bits and pieces of memories came to her. Chains on her wrists, no food, snow, cold; a warm breathe on her neck.
She tried to talk, but all that came out was a squeak followed by a painful cough. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She was completely terrified. She was blind and mute. Plus she couldn't feel her legs and she was in the care of boy who bit her head off at the slightest touch.
She forced herself to sit up, despite the pain in her arms and the dead weight of her lower body. It was an exertion that took most of her energy and left her struggling for breath. She closed her eyes as she wheezed; having them open was completely useless.
"Its not a very good idea to strain yourself so much." It was the low toned boy from before. The one who yelled at her. She shook in fear from him. "Don't worry, I'll try to stay calm. But that's not very easy for me. Be patient please." She nodded. She heard something get set down beside her on a table or something. "Are you hungry?"
She nodded. Her stomach growled as the smell of hot food rose to her nose. She was curious to how long she had been unconscious.
"Still can't see?" He asked. She shook her head sadly feeling totally idiotic. That's okay." She heard the annoyance in his voice, he was not happy with her presence. She heard a chair being pushed towards the bed. "I'll help you eat, I guess. I got soup, I wasn't sure if your stomach could handle anything else. Its what my mom gave me when I was sick, she said it makes you feel better." She could hear a slight bitterness in his words.
"Here, I put it in a mug so you could drink it. Just try not to choke on the noodles," he laughed. She left herself smile despite the lack of it being funny. But it gave her a reason to smile.
She felt someone lift her hands and a warm mug gently set in between them. She lifted it to her lips and drank slowly. It felt good and tasted good, just like the hot chocolate. She pulled away the mug and licked her lips. They were cracked and painful.
"Are you still hungry? I can get you more if you'd like." She shook her head. "Okay, here. Take this." He took the mug and set something in her hand. She played with it using her fingers. "Its just some medicine, nothing lethal." He took her other hand and put a glass in it. "Take it."
She did as she was told and took it. She gulped down the entire glass of water with it. "Well, at least you won't be dehydrated." She nodded.
An uncomfortable silence passed between them.
"I'm sorry, I'm not good at talking. It really isn't my best skill."
She motioned him closer. When she felt his breath on her cheek she forced, "Your doing a fine job."
"At least you sound like your getting better. How do you feel?" He whispered.
"Ti…red…" It was getting harder to speak. "I…can't…f-feel my…legs."
"I know," he said solemnly.
"If I-I…f-fall asleep…will…you stay with…me?" She asked.
"I-if you want me to." Two hands helped her slide back down so she was lying on the bed.
Within seconds she fell asleep. The pill he gave her had strong effects. He should know, he's taken it many times just to sleep to keep his mind clear. He sat down in his chair, with his knees pulled up to his chest.
Why did she want him to stay? How could he even think he was fit to take care of her? He wasn't, it was just the opposite. Not with who he was and how he couldn't keep himself in control.
But she had no clue to his identity. Hopefully he could keep it that way.
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He sat in his throne and typed away at a keyboard that materialized in the air. He was trying to figure out how to modify the control spires that kept him in control of the DigiWorld. The DigiDestined had proved to be almost intelligent by trying to take them out.
"KEN!" Someone screamed. Another keyboard appeared in the air beside him and he used on hand to type a command on it. A large screen appeared before the one with a picture of a control spire on it. On the new screen was the blond boy of the DigiDestined. "KEN! I know you can hear me!" He was red faced and sweat ran down his face and into his eyes. He looked tired and his clothes were rumpled. His hair was matted and more ruffled then usual. "Where is she?! I want her back! What could you possibly want with her? Is this some trick? Give her back."
Ken pushed another button on the keyboard and held it down. "Airdramon, shut that blubbering fool up!" He let go of the button and the screen disappeared.
He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had spent the entire day sitting in front of his mid-air computer and his eyes ached. He was bored too. Now that he had his little guest to keep him company it just didn't seem so important to sit in front of the computer trying to come up with different schemes for world domination.
He got up and walked down the stonewall castle hall. He reached a large door and quietly slipped inside. He saw her sitting up, which was a good sign, staring up at the ceiling.
"Bored?" He asked as he approached the bed. She whipped her head around in his direction, unbeknownst that he was now standing beside her. Her eyes were unfocused, searching for him. He touched her shoulder. "I'm here."
"Oh, okay," he voice was strained.
"Bored?" He repeated as he pulled his usual chair to sit next to her.
"A little." She ran her hand over the blankets trying to get used to seeing with her hands instead of her eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be complaining. I should just be happy I'm alive I suppose. And besides, its not your job to keep me entertained. You've gone far beyond your obligation of just saving me. You could you just taken me to a hospital."
Yeah, if they existed here. "Hey, it was nothing," he shrugged. "So what do you usually do for fun?"
"Things that require the ability to walk and see." The answer was laced with bitterness. It surprised him. In all the time he had studied her as an opponent he had never heard her speak so harshly. She closed her unfocused eyes and shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. "Sorry," she whispered. "Anyway, what do you do for fun?"
'Well, I destroy things and beat defenseless creatures.' Yeah right! "I play soccer. But I don't spend a lot of time having fun. I study a lot."
"That's too bad. Soccer's okay, I guess. I'm not too sporty myself." She said sporty with so much zeal a cheerleader would have bowed at her feet. Although it was very sarcastic. She laughed. He laughed too and she stopped. "I've heard that laugh before. I know I have." She somehow managed to move her eyes to meet his face. "Who are you?"
"No one. I just found you outside my door." I'll have to be careful around her now.
"Then how come you said you knew me when I couldn't talk?" She was a smart one, wasn't she? "I see you can't answer my question." He didn't say anything. "Can I try something on you?"
"Try what?" He asked, his eyebrow rose. She lifted her hand and searched through the air with it. He grabbed it and almost smiled at how warm she was. "What?"
"Just come closer." He got up and sat down on the bed. She pulled her hand away and placed it on the side of his face. She ran her hand down his face and a small smile played on her lips. "Your skin is soft." She touched his hair. "Your hair's spiky, like a friend of mine." She touched the rim of his glasses. "You wear glasses?" She ran her hand over his lips.
'Her fingers are so soft-' He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his lips. "That's enough."
"I'm sorry. I was just-"
"It doesn't matter. I'm telling you that's enough." He pushed her hand away.
She got red faced with embarrassment. "I'm-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you mad at me. I was just trying to figure out who you were." He smirked. She was stammering and stumbling over her words like a five year old that was being scolded by her parents.
"So, are you hungry?" He asked trying, subtly, to steer the conversation away from who he was.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Nice try, I still want to know who you are." Silence passed between them. She sighed, "Fine. Yes, I am hungry."
"Come on, I'll see what I can get for you."
"What do you mean come on?" She asked, surprised.
"Well, your going to get up and come with me to the kitchen," he replied in an 'its-so-obvious-its-stupid' tone.
"In case you forgot, Mr. Mysterious, I can't walk. And I can't see. You mind explaining to me what you have in mind?" She was smirking. She was truly curious, despite the nagging feeling she had, about what he was going to do.
"Do you want to test your legs?"
"Didn't you hear me the first time? I can't walk!"
"For a DigiDestined you aren't very hopeful," he crossed his arms. Then he mentally kicked himself.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!" He yelled.
Too bad she was persistent. "No, what did you say? DigiDes- ahh!"
He really hadn't meant to do it. He didn't mean to hit her. He just did it before he could stop himself. She sat frozen, cheek red and slightly swollen. Tears welled in her blank, brown eyes and he felt air whoosh out of his lungs. He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath.
She lowered her head so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes. She closed her eyes; the tears made them burn. The tears did not fall; she was still in too much shock from the hit. She hadn't even seen it coming, and she meant that on more levels then one. So they just stayed in her eyes, painfully burning.
Footsteps thundered through the room, away from her. A door slammed. She winced at the sound of the door slamming and a small whimper escaped her.
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Ken stood outside of her room. 'I shouldn't have hit her. She didn't deserve it. It wasn't called for.'
'She's your enemy!' A darker, more predominate voice snapped inside his mind.
'Go away,' he cried inside his head.
'She deserves everything she gets. You are too good to her. She's your foe; she's everything you aren't. Might as well kill her.'
'I won't do that,' he replied, voice small as he gripped his head and stumbled down the hall.
'If it comes to that Almighty Kaiser, you won't have a choice,' the voice laughed at him.
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Well, there's chapter two. I revampted it, a little.
Don't forget to review.
Savior
The DigiDestined trudged through the forest. They searched for black spires that loomed over the digital earth and stretched to touch the blue sky above.
Sometimes she wished she could do that.
He appeared. Ready to fight, ready to kill. She couldn't say she was surprised, not like the others. She knew he had been there. Why she hadn't warned the others, she had no answer.
The battle started. Digimon against digimon. One side out for blood, the other fighting for freedom. But from the way they attacked each other you couldn't tell which from which. And he stood in the center, watching them.
It was incredible. He stood in the center of the battlefield. Attacks flew past him, ruffling his hair and cape with the breeze they created. But nothing moved him. He was like a statue; motionless, expressionless. Stark still. Nothing moved.
Except his eyes.
They moved. They stared holes into each DigiDestined. He'd size them up, running his eyes up and down their form. Examining each of them from afar. Then he got to her and their eyes met. None of the others paid any attention to him, despite his peculiar position on the battlefield. He raised an eyebrow at her. Something surprised him. He raised his arm and pointed at her, eyes never falling from her own.
Her head and body burned. Cool grass tickled her face and she realized she was lying on the ground. He had pointed to her, he had signaled to a digimon to attack her.
The pain was too much.
The land around her got darker. Too dark to see. Her eyes had given out.
She could still hear though. "Retreat!"
Her friends were leaving.
"Let's go!"
"Run!"
They had left.
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He sat beside her and waited for her to wake. Despite the voice in his head that tugged at him to leave her, he just couldn't. He sat silently, waiting for her to wake up.
It had been three days since he had picked her up from the snow outside his door. Five since he had "stolen" her from her friends. She tossed and turned for most of those three days. He knew what that was like. Nightmares made you toss and turn. He had his fair share of those.
She trembled; an action that caused her entire incredibly small frame to shake violently. He pulled the blankets that rested over her up to her chin. The shaking continued.
He sat back and watched her. He had no idea why he was doing this. She was a DigiDestined, his enemy. He should have left her in the snowdrift if not his dungeon. But there was just something about her he liked.
He saw her eyes open. They were troubled and distressed. "So, your finally awake," he said.
She looked around wildly and her eyes searched for a familiar face. She moved her lips to speak, but she could force no sound.
"Here, drink this."
He lifted her up into a sitting position and held a cup to her lips. She drank greedily from it. It tasted sweet, chocolate. Hot chocolate. The boiling hot liquid burned her lips and tongue, but it tasted good and felt good going down her throat. It warmed her from the inside for she couldn't get warm on the outside despite the many blankets covering her.
"I see you like it." She nodded. "I'll get more for you later."
He laid her back. "So, you mind telling me your name?" She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a hacking cough. "Never mind. I'm pretty sure I know it already." Her eyes continued to dart around, searching in vain for something to clear up. He waved a hand over her eyes, but got no response. "Can you see?" She shook her head.
He kept his voice low and rather monotone. He was afraid she might recognize him and freak out. She needed to rest, and attempting an escape, as most DigiDestined would, was not a form of rest.
He pulled the blanket off of her and she shivered fiercely. He pinched her ankle. "Can you feel this?"
A look of confusion came over her face. 'Feel what?' She mouthed.
He swallowed the lump in her throat. "Nothing." He pulled the blanket to her chin again. "I'm going to let you rest. You have to sleep. Okay?" She nodded, but looked bothered and terrified. "You'll be okay. Your eye sight will come back and I'll return you to your friends." He started to straighten up, but she grabbed his arm, almost hitting him in the face as she blindly reached for him. "Unhand me!" He screamed at her.
She quickly pulled away again and tears filled her eyes. 'I'm sorry.' She mouthed.
"Just get some sleep," he replied, forcing his voice down. "I'll be back later to check on you. I'll have something for you to eat." She closed her eyes and he strode out of the room. He shut the door and bit his lip. He hadn't meant to blow up at her. If she was going to be staying with him, he'd have to learn to control that.
With a sigh he walked down the hall, mind still on her.
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She moved and her eyes barely opened. They stung from light which she couldn't pinpoint for nothing would focus. She tried to remember what had happened, but nothing solid came to mind. Bits and pieces of memories came to her. Chains on her wrists, no food, snow, cold; a warm breathe on her neck.
She tried to talk, but all that came out was a squeak followed by a painful cough. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She was completely terrified. She was blind and mute. Plus she couldn't feel her legs and she was in the care of boy who bit her head off at the slightest touch.
She forced herself to sit up, despite the pain in her arms and the dead weight of her lower body. It was an exertion that took most of her energy and left her struggling for breath. She closed her eyes as she wheezed; having them open was completely useless.
"Its not a very good idea to strain yourself so much." It was the low toned boy from before. The one who yelled at her. She shook in fear from him. "Don't worry, I'll try to stay calm. But that's not very easy for me. Be patient please." She nodded. She heard something get set down beside her on a table or something. "Are you hungry?"
She nodded. Her stomach growled as the smell of hot food rose to her nose. She was curious to how long she had been unconscious.
"Still can't see?" He asked. She shook her head sadly feeling totally idiotic. That's okay." She heard the annoyance in his voice, he was not happy with her presence. She heard a chair being pushed towards the bed. "I'll help you eat, I guess. I got soup, I wasn't sure if your stomach could handle anything else. Its what my mom gave me when I was sick, she said it makes you feel better." She could hear a slight bitterness in his words.
"Here, I put it in a mug so you could drink it. Just try not to choke on the noodles," he laughed. She left herself smile despite the lack of it being funny. But it gave her a reason to smile.
She felt someone lift her hands and a warm mug gently set in between them. She lifted it to her lips and drank slowly. It felt good and tasted good, just like the hot chocolate. She pulled away the mug and licked her lips. They were cracked and painful.
"Are you still hungry? I can get you more if you'd like." She shook her head. "Okay, here. Take this." He took the mug and set something in her hand. She played with it using her fingers. "Its just some medicine, nothing lethal." He took her other hand and put a glass in it. "Take it."
She did as she was told and took it. She gulped down the entire glass of water with it. "Well, at least you won't be dehydrated." She nodded.
An uncomfortable silence passed between them.
"I'm sorry, I'm not good at talking. It really isn't my best skill."
She motioned him closer. When she felt his breath on her cheek she forced, "Your doing a fine job."
"At least you sound like your getting better. How do you feel?" He whispered.
"Ti…red…" It was getting harder to speak. "I…can't…f-feel my…legs."
"I know," he said solemnly.
"If I-I…f-fall asleep…will…you stay with…me?" She asked.
"I-if you want me to." Two hands helped her slide back down so she was lying on the bed.
Within seconds she fell asleep. The pill he gave her had strong effects. He should know, he's taken it many times just to sleep to keep his mind clear. He sat down in his chair, with his knees pulled up to his chest.
Why did she want him to stay? How could he even think he was fit to take care of her? He wasn't, it was just the opposite. Not with who he was and how he couldn't keep himself in control.
But she had no clue to his identity. Hopefully he could keep it that way.
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He sat in his throne and typed away at a keyboard that materialized in the air. He was trying to figure out how to modify the control spires that kept him in control of the DigiWorld. The DigiDestined had proved to be almost intelligent by trying to take them out.
"KEN!" Someone screamed. Another keyboard appeared in the air beside him and he used on hand to type a command on it. A large screen appeared before the one with a picture of a control spire on it. On the new screen was the blond boy of the DigiDestined. "KEN! I know you can hear me!" He was red faced and sweat ran down his face and into his eyes. He looked tired and his clothes were rumpled. His hair was matted and more ruffled then usual. "Where is she?! I want her back! What could you possibly want with her? Is this some trick? Give her back."
Ken pushed another button on the keyboard and held it down. "Airdramon, shut that blubbering fool up!" He let go of the button and the screen disappeared.
He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had spent the entire day sitting in front of his mid-air computer and his eyes ached. He was bored too. Now that he had his little guest to keep him company it just didn't seem so important to sit in front of the computer trying to come up with different schemes for world domination.
He got up and walked down the stonewall castle hall. He reached a large door and quietly slipped inside. He saw her sitting up, which was a good sign, staring up at the ceiling.
"Bored?" He asked as he approached the bed. She whipped her head around in his direction, unbeknownst that he was now standing beside her. Her eyes were unfocused, searching for him. He touched her shoulder. "I'm here."
"Oh, okay," he voice was strained.
"Bored?" He repeated as he pulled his usual chair to sit next to her.
"A little." She ran her hand over the blankets trying to get used to seeing with her hands instead of her eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be complaining. I should just be happy I'm alive I suppose. And besides, its not your job to keep me entertained. You've gone far beyond your obligation of just saving me. You could you just taken me to a hospital."
Yeah, if they existed here. "Hey, it was nothing," he shrugged. "So what do you usually do for fun?"
"Things that require the ability to walk and see." The answer was laced with bitterness. It surprised him. In all the time he had studied her as an opponent he had never heard her speak so harshly. She closed her unfocused eyes and shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. "Sorry," she whispered. "Anyway, what do you do for fun?"
'Well, I destroy things and beat defenseless creatures.' Yeah right! "I play soccer. But I don't spend a lot of time having fun. I study a lot."
"That's too bad. Soccer's okay, I guess. I'm not too sporty myself." She said sporty with so much zeal a cheerleader would have bowed at her feet. Although it was very sarcastic. She laughed. He laughed too and she stopped. "I've heard that laugh before. I know I have." She somehow managed to move her eyes to meet his face. "Who are you?"
"No one. I just found you outside my door." I'll have to be careful around her now.
"Then how come you said you knew me when I couldn't talk?" She was a smart one, wasn't she? "I see you can't answer my question." He didn't say anything. "Can I try something on you?"
"Try what?" He asked, his eyebrow rose. She lifted her hand and searched through the air with it. He grabbed it and almost smiled at how warm she was. "What?"
"Just come closer." He got up and sat down on the bed. She pulled her hand away and placed it on the side of his face. She ran her hand down his face and a small smile played on her lips. "Your skin is soft." She touched his hair. "Your hair's spiky, like a friend of mine." She touched the rim of his glasses. "You wear glasses?" She ran her hand over his lips.
'Her fingers are so soft-' He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his lips. "That's enough."
"I'm sorry. I was just-"
"It doesn't matter. I'm telling you that's enough." He pushed her hand away.
She got red faced with embarrassment. "I'm-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you mad at me. I was just trying to figure out who you were." He smirked. She was stammering and stumbling over her words like a five year old that was being scolded by her parents.
"So, are you hungry?" He asked trying, subtly, to steer the conversation away from who he was.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Nice try, I still want to know who you are." Silence passed between them. She sighed, "Fine. Yes, I am hungry."
"Come on, I'll see what I can get for you."
"What do you mean come on?" She asked, surprised.
"Well, your going to get up and come with me to the kitchen," he replied in an 'its-so-obvious-its-stupid' tone.
"In case you forgot, Mr. Mysterious, I can't walk. And I can't see. You mind explaining to me what you have in mind?" She was smirking. She was truly curious, despite the nagging feeling she had, about what he was going to do.
"Do you want to test your legs?"
"Didn't you hear me the first time? I can't walk!"
"For a DigiDestined you aren't very hopeful," he crossed his arms. Then he mentally kicked himself.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!" He yelled.
Too bad she was persistent. "No, what did you say? DigiDes- ahh!"
He really hadn't meant to do it. He didn't mean to hit her. He just did it before he could stop himself. She sat frozen, cheek red and slightly swollen. Tears welled in her blank, brown eyes and he felt air whoosh out of his lungs. He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath.
She lowered her head so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes. She closed her eyes; the tears made them burn. The tears did not fall; she was still in too much shock from the hit. She hadn't even seen it coming, and she meant that on more levels then one. So they just stayed in her eyes, painfully burning.
Footsteps thundered through the room, away from her. A door slammed. She winced at the sound of the door slamming and a small whimper escaped her.
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Ken stood outside of her room. 'I shouldn't have hit her. She didn't deserve it. It wasn't called for.'
'She's your enemy!' A darker, more predominate voice snapped inside his mind.
'Go away,' he cried inside his head.
'She deserves everything she gets. You are too good to her. She's your foe; she's everything you aren't. Might as well kill her.'
'I won't do that,' he replied, voice small as he gripped his head and stumbled down the hall.
'If it comes to that Almighty Kaiser, you won't have a choice,' the voice laughed at him.
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Well, there's chapter two. I revampted it, a little.
Don't forget to review.