Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
A/N: Sorry its short, its really good though!
Savior
The wound had been clean and had healed over. The blood was wiped away and it was sterilized. All around the spot where the orb had entered was bruised and sore. It hurt so much she had to lay on her stomach so nothing would touch it.
He stood up and wiped his hands on the cloth he had used to dry her face. This was a very odd turn of events. She should have recovered instantly from the spore. It should have just taken over her mind. 'Maybe something went wrong,' the pathetic being he occupied known as Ken offered.
'Shut up! Nothing went wrong! Not with my plan, it was perfect. All my plans are perfect!'
'Tell that to the DigiDestined!'
He sneered. 'If you hadn't come with the body I would have killed you long ago!' Ken backed off a bit. 'She will recover, just as you have.' He ran a hand over her neck, careful to avoid the injury. 'Just as I have.'
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Anger and fury passed between them as the hours passed. Then it would go away, just to return again later. The frustration built up until they felt like they were going to explode. The room they were all locked in was nowhere near large enough to hold all of their frustration, worry, anger, and dread. The ten teens that were ready to rip out each other's voice boxes and the throat of their captor were slowing breaking apart.
A tall burly brown haired teen stood by the door, pounding at it when he could muster the strength. He had gone three and a half days without sleep after waking up from being unconscious for twenty-four hours. The Kaiser had given him quite a beating.
On the single full size bed in the center of the room sat a pink haired girl with her doctor boyfriend nursing her near broken arm. Behind where she sat a blond boy lay in a fitful unconscious slumber. His girlfriend, a red head with a series of cuts, bruises and burns, sat next to him, faithfully waiting for his return to consciousness. At a wide window a lanky red haired boy stood staring out, his eyes transfixed on the freedom beyond the glass. In the farthest corner of the large room a group of four talked quietly. A blond boy pressed himself into the corner with his knees pulled to his chest as his purple haired friend with cracked glasses hissed at a maroon haired boy about fault and dependability. A shorter boy with brown hair and his eyes covered with a cloth listened intently to the two without a word of agreement or input.
This was how the group spent their off time when they weren't planning an escape or fighting with each other. Silent in their fears, nursing their wounds, and trying to pass the blame to someone else. Sanity and emotions were wearing thin.
Where are the digimon?
Where's Kari?
What will happen to us?
Are we going to live through this?
Could I have prevented this?
Each question hung unspoken in the atmosphere. No one had an answer; no one could surmise the probable horror, no one wanted to.
The group had suffered serious casualties do to their last bout with the Kaiser. They had been beaten and captured. They were spiritually and physically wounded. None of them "walked" away from the battle without injury. They had not been dragged into the Kaiser's dungeon, if they were conscious, without another beating from the Kaiser's pets. At least the Kaiser had let them have a room where their doctor friend/teammate could treat the serious damage.
"This is all your fault, Davis!" The purple haired girl with her cracked glasses growled.
The maroon haired boy with his arm wrapped in a shredded bed sheet as well as his midsection, making it impossible to move his upper body, jumped to his feet. "I'm not the only one who left her!"
"But you're our leader! It's your job to make sure we get home. We ALL get home!"
"Well what about TC? Why didn't he? He was closest." From behind his hands the blond listened with frustration pent up inside his chest like a knot. A hard shoe kicked his leg, the non-broken one. "Why didn't you watch her? Weren't you the one who promised to protect her? What happened to caring about her?"
He leapt to his feet, ignoring the sheer pain that raced up his leg, and slammed the taunting boy hard into the wall. His comrade grimaced and sunk to the floor, gasping for air. He choked violently and blood spilled onto his hands from his mouth. The blond sunk back into his corner.
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Her eyes fluttered. He sat down on the edge of her bed. Slowly she opened her brown eyes and they locked onto his own violet ones. Touching the back of her neck lightly, her eyes searched his face; oddly enough, she wasn't wearing the glasses.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Fine," she replied, voice raspy. "But-" Her eyes continued to explore his face. "Who are you?"
"What?"
"And…who am I?"
I am quite proud of the second to last scene. Oh it came out way better then I could ever have hoped! I'm a little hyper so I'm gonna try to keep from babbling. Oh, I'm so excited! I will be sixteen in three days! It kicks so much ass! Hehehe…. Okay, please review. :-)
A/N: Sorry its short, its really good though!
Savior
The wound had been clean and had healed over. The blood was wiped away and it was sterilized. All around the spot where the orb had entered was bruised and sore. It hurt so much she had to lay on her stomach so nothing would touch it.
He stood up and wiped his hands on the cloth he had used to dry her face. This was a very odd turn of events. She should have recovered instantly from the spore. It should have just taken over her mind. 'Maybe something went wrong,' the pathetic being he occupied known as Ken offered.
'Shut up! Nothing went wrong! Not with my plan, it was perfect. All my plans are perfect!'
'Tell that to the DigiDestined!'
He sneered. 'If you hadn't come with the body I would have killed you long ago!' Ken backed off a bit. 'She will recover, just as you have.' He ran a hand over her neck, careful to avoid the injury. 'Just as I have.'
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Anger and fury passed between them as the hours passed. Then it would go away, just to return again later. The frustration built up until they felt like they were going to explode. The room they were all locked in was nowhere near large enough to hold all of their frustration, worry, anger, and dread. The ten teens that were ready to rip out each other's voice boxes and the throat of their captor were slowing breaking apart.
A tall burly brown haired teen stood by the door, pounding at it when he could muster the strength. He had gone three and a half days without sleep after waking up from being unconscious for twenty-four hours. The Kaiser had given him quite a beating.
On the single full size bed in the center of the room sat a pink haired girl with her doctor boyfriend nursing her near broken arm. Behind where she sat a blond boy lay in a fitful unconscious slumber. His girlfriend, a red head with a series of cuts, bruises and burns, sat next to him, faithfully waiting for his return to consciousness. At a wide window a lanky red haired boy stood staring out, his eyes transfixed on the freedom beyond the glass. In the farthest corner of the large room a group of four talked quietly. A blond boy pressed himself into the corner with his knees pulled to his chest as his purple haired friend with cracked glasses hissed at a maroon haired boy about fault and dependability. A shorter boy with brown hair and his eyes covered with a cloth listened intently to the two without a word of agreement or input.
This was how the group spent their off time when they weren't planning an escape or fighting with each other. Silent in their fears, nursing their wounds, and trying to pass the blame to someone else. Sanity and emotions were wearing thin.
Where are the digimon?
Where's Kari?
What will happen to us?
Are we going to live through this?
Could I have prevented this?
Each question hung unspoken in the atmosphere. No one had an answer; no one could surmise the probable horror, no one wanted to.
The group had suffered serious casualties do to their last bout with the Kaiser. They had been beaten and captured. They were spiritually and physically wounded. None of them "walked" away from the battle without injury. They had not been dragged into the Kaiser's dungeon, if they were conscious, without another beating from the Kaiser's pets. At least the Kaiser had let them have a room where their doctor friend/teammate could treat the serious damage.
"This is all your fault, Davis!" The purple haired girl with her cracked glasses growled.
The maroon haired boy with his arm wrapped in a shredded bed sheet as well as his midsection, making it impossible to move his upper body, jumped to his feet. "I'm not the only one who left her!"
"But you're our leader! It's your job to make sure we get home. We ALL get home!"
"Well what about TC? Why didn't he? He was closest." From behind his hands the blond listened with frustration pent up inside his chest like a knot. A hard shoe kicked his leg, the non-broken one. "Why didn't you watch her? Weren't you the one who promised to protect her? What happened to caring about her?"
He leapt to his feet, ignoring the sheer pain that raced up his leg, and slammed the taunting boy hard into the wall. His comrade grimaced and sunk to the floor, gasping for air. He choked violently and blood spilled onto his hands from his mouth. The blond sunk back into his corner.
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Her eyes fluttered. He sat down on the edge of her bed. Slowly she opened her brown eyes and they locked onto his own violet ones. Touching the back of her neck lightly, her eyes searched his face; oddly enough, she wasn't wearing the glasses.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Fine," she replied, voice raspy. "But-" Her eyes continued to explore his face. "Who are you?"
"What?"
"And…who am I?"
I am quite proud of the second to last scene. Oh it came out way better then I could ever have hoped! I'm a little hyper so I'm gonna try to keep from babbling. Oh, I'm so excited! I will be sixteen in three days! It kicks so much ass! Hehehe…. Okay, please review. :-)