Chapter 2 - Another Ordeal.
Loki glared to him with her emerald like eyes, a fire burning deep within her pupils. From the dull, grey sky, droplets began to trickle down. Loki looked up to see the rain be pulled towards the Earth and collide with her face. She squinted then opened her eyes and looked to the large angel headstone, Allistair was gone, the small period of rain had now stopped. "Loki!!" shouted a voice from behind her. "Great the brat calls" she thought while shivering from the damp, then turning to trudge through the tall, wet, uncut grass. Free from the wet, muddy surface of the previous area, she was about to go through the large black gate which swayed to itself, screeching, and interrupting the silence of the graveyard. "Hm, that ain't right, that guys dead...." muttered a quiet voice. Loki half grinned and looked at a black wolf creature from the corner of her emerald eye, emerging from the shadows of a gigantic oak tree. "Rashumon..." she smiled and turned to face him. "Long time no see...." he muttered once more. "I came back here, from the digital world, because I smelled trouble, and I was right, dead guy walking". Loki folded her arms, the small smile plastered across her black lips had now faded into an expression of concern. "He's come to kill me Rashumon, and Piper as well". Rashumon raised an eyebrow . "Piper..?" he stated, hinting at a question. "Piper is my sister, i met her two years ago, while you were off in the digital world". "I see..." he continued.
The night swooped across the sky like a swift blade cutting through soft flesh. Mist curled along the ground and circled the large, gothic mansion. The lighting was soft as small rays of light dotted here and there making the crystal chandelier sparkle and shine. The couch was a wooden frame, with blood red, soft, velvet cushioning. The dark oak floor was cleaned to perfection so that it reflected the various paintings around the room. And lastly a large white piano, trimmed with gold lay glimmering at the back of the room. Loki was sat in Ray's lap, on the velvet sofa, hands locked together with his, they talked, and then Loki fell silent. Her gaze fell to her staring reflection that was imbedded in the dark wooden flooring. "What's up?" he asked scanning her face with his soft, sapphire eyes. She sighed and looked back to him, her gaze fixed into his eyes as she dealt him her heart wrenching stare. "Just, just something that happened at the grave yard, nothing to worry about" she replied once again looking at the floor. Ray frowned in confusion as he pulled at her chin, making her face him. "What happened?" he got closer, smiling softly. She pulled away frowning, and then glaring back down at the floor. "Loki, what's your problem?" Ray pushed away and stood up, glaring down at her. She looked up realizing, that Ray felt as though she didn't love him, or that he had done something wrong. She hung her head and in a soft voice replied, "your not my problem, I'm sorry". His expression softened as he kneeled down beside her. Placing an arm around her shoulders, then pulling her to him, to comfort her. She hugged him back, things seemed to regain there chilled out mood, until, a faint tune started up, from the back of the room. "Fur Elise" played softly, then gradually built up until it filled the room. Ray shot up, holding Loki close to him. The piano's lid was now up, and various keys that made the eerie tune play appeared to press themselves. The tune became out of tune, striking and loud, then with a final note the lights in the entire house went out, and all was silent. "Shit, what the fuck was that...?" stuttered Ray. Loki frowned and pulled away, standing forward, and trying her best to defy her fear. The eerily quiet atmosphere outside had now changed into a thunderstorm, rain beated down onto the stained glass windows like teasing little phantoms. Various white flashes of light danced through the windows, followed by crashes of sound in the now very cloudy, black sky. Another flash bolted through the window, revealing a figure leaning on the wall in the large living area, the figures arms were folded, and revealed an insane glare in it's green eyes. "Allistair!!!" shouted Loki. Allistair advanced forward, shrieking insanely. Piper at that moment of all moments ran through the door from the large, twisting, oak stair case behind her. She ground to a halt at the mere sight of Allistair. His eyes raced towards her for a moment, before darting back to Loki's direction. His hand was raised, poised in the air, ready to strike down and hit Loki to the point of a black out. A figure rushed around outside, a black figure, of shadow. Another flash of lighting was followed this time by the crashing of a window. As Rashumon leaped through, the small pieces of glass scattering in all directions all over the floor, as Rashumon stood tall, and without fear. "Ok dead guy, mess with the tamer, and you mess with the dude, with the teeth" he grinned revealing his sharp, pearl coloured teeth. Allistair stepped away from Loki slightly, lowering his hand beside himself once more, as his silky red shirt glistened in the small intervals of light. Allistair would first exact his revenge on Loki's digimon then everything else she cared about.
Loki glared to him with her emerald like eyes, a fire burning deep within her pupils. From the dull, grey sky, droplets began to trickle down. Loki looked up to see the rain be pulled towards the Earth and collide with her face. She squinted then opened her eyes and looked to the large angel headstone, Allistair was gone, the small period of rain had now stopped. "Loki!!" shouted a voice from behind her. "Great the brat calls" she thought while shivering from the damp, then turning to trudge through the tall, wet, uncut grass. Free from the wet, muddy surface of the previous area, she was about to go through the large black gate which swayed to itself, screeching, and interrupting the silence of the graveyard. "Hm, that ain't right, that guys dead...." muttered a quiet voice. Loki half grinned and looked at a black wolf creature from the corner of her emerald eye, emerging from the shadows of a gigantic oak tree. "Rashumon..." she smiled and turned to face him. "Long time no see...." he muttered once more. "I came back here, from the digital world, because I smelled trouble, and I was right, dead guy walking". Loki folded her arms, the small smile plastered across her black lips had now faded into an expression of concern. "He's come to kill me Rashumon, and Piper as well". Rashumon raised an eyebrow . "Piper..?" he stated, hinting at a question. "Piper is my sister, i met her two years ago, while you were off in the digital world". "I see..." he continued.
The night swooped across the sky like a swift blade cutting through soft flesh. Mist curled along the ground and circled the large, gothic mansion. The lighting was soft as small rays of light dotted here and there making the crystal chandelier sparkle and shine. The couch was a wooden frame, with blood red, soft, velvet cushioning. The dark oak floor was cleaned to perfection so that it reflected the various paintings around the room. And lastly a large white piano, trimmed with gold lay glimmering at the back of the room. Loki was sat in Ray's lap, on the velvet sofa, hands locked together with his, they talked, and then Loki fell silent. Her gaze fell to her staring reflection that was imbedded in the dark wooden flooring. "What's up?" he asked scanning her face with his soft, sapphire eyes. She sighed and looked back to him, her gaze fixed into his eyes as she dealt him her heart wrenching stare. "Just, just something that happened at the grave yard, nothing to worry about" she replied once again looking at the floor. Ray frowned in confusion as he pulled at her chin, making her face him. "What happened?" he got closer, smiling softly. She pulled away frowning, and then glaring back down at the floor. "Loki, what's your problem?" Ray pushed away and stood up, glaring down at her. She looked up realizing, that Ray felt as though she didn't love him, or that he had done something wrong. She hung her head and in a soft voice replied, "your not my problem, I'm sorry". His expression softened as he kneeled down beside her. Placing an arm around her shoulders, then pulling her to him, to comfort her. She hugged him back, things seemed to regain there chilled out mood, until, a faint tune started up, from the back of the room. "Fur Elise" played softly, then gradually built up until it filled the room. Ray shot up, holding Loki close to him. The piano's lid was now up, and various keys that made the eerie tune play appeared to press themselves. The tune became out of tune, striking and loud, then with a final note the lights in the entire house went out, and all was silent. "Shit, what the fuck was that...?" stuttered Ray. Loki frowned and pulled away, standing forward, and trying her best to defy her fear. The eerily quiet atmosphere outside had now changed into a thunderstorm, rain beated down onto the stained glass windows like teasing little phantoms. Various white flashes of light danced through the windows, followed by crashes of sound in the now very cloudy, black sky. Another flash bolted through the window, revealing a figure leaning on the wall in the large living area, the figures arms were folded, and revealed an insane glare in it's green eyes. "Allistair!!!" shouted Loki. Allistair advanced forward, shrieking insanely. Piper at that moment of all moments ran through the door from the large, twisting, oak stair case behind her. She ground to a halt at the mere sight of Allistair. His eyes raced towards her for a moment, before darting back to Loki's direction. His hand was raised, poised in the air, ready to strike down and hit Loki to the point of a black out. A figure rushed around outside, a black figure, of shadow. Another flash of lighting was followed this time by the crashing of a window. As Rashumon leaped through, the small pieces of glass scattering in all directions all over the floor, as Rashumon stood tall, and without fear. "Ok dead guy, mess with the tamer, and you mess with the dude, with the teeth" he grinned revealing his sharp, pearl coloured teeth. Allistair stepped away from Loki slightly, lowering his hand beside himself once more, as his silky red shirt glistened in the small intervals of light. Allistair would first exact his revenge on Loki's digimon then everything else she cared about.