***Sunlight***
Part IV: Faith
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NB: 1) I still don't own Digimon. I don't own anything. I'm a teenager, a British teenager, a trusting and un-enterpreneurish British teenager!
2) This is the chapter that pushed the rating, due to some slightly distressing bits. But you know me, it'll work out right, I promise. And it may not be what you first think, unless you're smarter than Izzy in his final university year. Or Elle787.
.....
Daydreamer: Wow. This is getting to be hard work. Pass the lemonade.
Bi: I've drunk the lot.
Daydreamer [sighs] No wonder you're so giggly. I might have known.
Bi: I thought I'd need it when you said I might be upset later.
Daydreamer: Fine. But it's coffee from now on.
Bi: Well, at least I'll stay awake.
...............
The air is cooler now. Perhaps it'll be evening soon. I lie and reflect on the memories in my mind.
Where are they now, Bi, the kids, everyone? Maybe they've gone somewhere without me, like they did before. But wouldn't she stay with me? Assuming- oh, no, please, no- assuming I found her in time.
But if I didn't, surely HE would have stayed. To take care of me.
Perhaps I got lost and fell asleep? Like Bi?
Only one way to find out.
-
Sora was running, faster than she had ever thought she could. The wind flicked her hair backwards as she sprinted across the rocky ground in her bare feet. Her shoes were in the cave where she'd taken them off last night. Oh well, it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered at all.
"I can't-" The small Digimon was talking to her. "I can't go any further. I'm too scared." Sora nodded and put him down by her side.
"OK. You can go tell the others to follow me. I'll need some support." He smiled weakly and started to run in the opposite direction.
-
*biyomon*
Bi knew the trouble she was in. How could she not? This was the chance she'd taken. She just wished she could do that thing Izzy did with his downloaded pop songs, press a button and everything speeded up, it would be finished.
-Don't think like that, Bi!-
-How else is there to think?-
Sitting here wasn't doing any good. Just waiting for the inevitable.
She'd tired herself out shooting Spiral Twisters at Myotismon's hench-Digimon. Not that it would have helped if she could attack any more. She'd need to digivolve to beat them, and even if she'd had the energy she needed Sora.
Sora. Where was she? What was she doing now? A tear formed in Bi's eyes.
-If I hadn't been so intent on letting Sora have her way...I wouldn't be here without a chance of being rescued...-
Oh, Sora.
-
*Sora*
She had clambered, somehow, onto the roof without being seen. There was a skylight that opened, just a tiny way... She listened to see whether it was safe. No! She could hear Myotismon down there...
*neither, really*
Myotismon sat in his chair, Demidevimon at his side like a film villain's purring cat. He regarded the little bird coldly as her image appeared on a huge windowlike screen. Bi was locked in a room of mirrors; if she tried to attack, she'd be confused by millions of her own reflections.
"Lord Myotismon?" ventured Demidevimon cautiously. "This Digimon could still be useful if you gave her a chance."
"I GAVE her a chance," snapped his master. "She had been working for them and I still let her prove herself here. But no." He snapped his fingers. "Sadly I don't have time to enjoy myself." With a nod to his guards, "Deconfigure that bird."
"NO!" screamed Sora.
"What is it? What's going on?"
"The kids! They're here!" squawked Demidevimon in panic. "Evacuate!"
Myotismon growled. He extended one wing and let out a jet of dazzling red light. Then he vanished in a flutter of batlike darkness.
The jet of light had just missed hitting Bi directly. It flashed against mirror after mirror, bouncing away in new directions.
Sora ran into the mirrored room. "Bi! Come on, let's get outta here!"
Then she saw. Biyomon's wing was linked to a metal chain.
She struggled with it desperately, tugging, pulling, trying to break it.
"Sora? What are you doing here?"
Sora looked at her Digimon. She couldn't break the chain. The light flashed past her eyes. She couldn't break the chain. Bi was in danger. She couldn't break the chain. What sort of Digidestined was she really?
She couldn't break the chain.
What else was there to do when she'd tried and failed?
"Love you-"
The light jet made one final arc.
And a few moments later, the sole survivor looked up from her huddled position in the wreckage of the mirrored room.
There was a weird kind of calm in her mind, the eye of the storm. Where was the Crest of Love? It must have got lost somehow in the chaos. There. She snatched it up and clutched it tight, never to let go.
She looked out through a gap in the wall. Sometime between her arrival and now it had started to rain. Would the others be there? She took a deep breath. "Tai?" she shouted hoarsely. "Matt? Izzy? Anybody?"
Thank goodness, at last footsteps.
-Too late for us.-
She sat down next to the one who'd been her best friend. Gently she stroked her head, with the soft sweep of skin against feather that she'd come to know so well. Then she heard Tai's voice calling and knew she was safe. Only then did she let herself cry for the sweet and gentle partner who'd been loyal to the very last.
.......
Bi: [wails]
Daydreamer: I feel a bit like that myself...how am I gonna get the Epilogue sent out to anyone? I'm on holiday for a week! Nice cottage in Kent but NO computer access!
Bi: [sniffs] You were right about it being upsetting.
Daydreamer: Shh, birdy baby. I'll go and buy some more lemonade.
Part IV: Faith
........
NB: 1) I still don't own Digimon. I don't own anything. I'm a teenager, a British teenager, a trusting and un-enterpreneurish British teenager!
2) This is the chapter that pushed the rating, due to some slightly distressing bits. But you know me, it'll work out right, I promise. And it may not be what you first think, unless you're smarter than Izzy in his final university year. Or Elle787.
.....
Daydreamer: Wow. This is getting to be hard work. Pass the lemonade.
Bi: I've drunk the lot.
Daydreamer [sighs] No wonder you're so giggly. I might have known.
Bi: I thought I'd need it when you said I might be upset later.
Daydreamer: Fine. But it's coffee from now on.
Bi: Well, at least I'll stay awake.
...............
The air is cooler now. Perhaps it'll be evening soon. I lie and reflect on the memories in my mind.
Where are they now, Bi, the kids, everyone? Maybe they've gone somewhere without me, like they did before. But wouldn't she stay with me? Assuming- oh, no, please, no- assuming I found her in time.
But if I didn't, surely HE would have stayed. To take care of me.
Perhaps I got lost and fell asleep? Like Bi?
Only one way to find out.
-
Sora was running, faster than she had ever thought she could. The wind flicked her hair backwards as she sprinted across the rocky ground in her bare feet. Her shoes were in the cave where she'd taken them off last night. Oh well, it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered at all.
"I can't-" The small Digimon was talking to her. "I can't go any further. I'm too scared." Sora nodded and put him down by her side.
"OK. You can go tell the others to follow me. I'll need some support." He smiled weakly and started to run in the opposite direction.
-
*biyomon*
Bi knew the trouble she was in. How could she not? This was the chance she'd taken. She just wished she could do that thing Izzy did with his downloaded pop songs, press a button and everything speeded up, it would be finished.
-Don't think like that, Bi!-
-How else is there to think?-
Sitting here wasn't doing any good. Just waiting for the inevitable.
She'd tired herself out shooting Spiral Twisters at Myotismon's hench-Digimon. Not that it would have helped if she could attack any more. She'd need to digivolve to beat them, and even if she'd had the energy she needed Sora.
Sora. Where was she? What was she doing now? A tear formed in Bi's eyes.
-If I hadn't been so intent on letting Sora have her way...I wouldn't be here without a chance of being rescued...-
Oh, Sora.
-
*Sora*
She had clambered, somehow, onto the roof without being seen. There was a skylight that opened, just a tiny way... She listened to see whether it was safe. No! She could hear Myotismon down there...
*neither, really*
Myotismon sat in his chair, Demidevimon at his side like a film villain's purring cat. He regarded the little bird coldly as her image appeared on a huge windowlike screen. Bi was locked in a room of mirrors; if she tried to attack, she'd be confused by millions of her own reflections.
"Lord Myotismon?" ventured Demidevimon cautiously. "This Digimon could still be useful if you gave her a chance."
"I GAVE her a chance," snapped his master. "She had been working for them and I still let her prove herself here. But no." He snapped his fingers. "Sadly I don't have time to enjoy myself." With a nod to his guards, "Deconfigure that bird."
"NO!" screamed Sora.
"What is it? What's going on?"
"The kids! They're here!" squawked Demidevimon in panic. "Evacuate!"
Myotismon growled. He extended one wing and let out a jet of dazzling red light. Then he vanished in a flutter of batlike darkness.
The jet of light had just missed hitting Bi directly. It flashed against mirror after mirror, bouncing away in new directions.
Sora ran into the mirrored room. "Bi! Come on, let's get outta here!"
Then she saw. Biyomon's wing was linked to a metal chain.
She struggled with it desperately, tugging, pulling, trying to break it.
"Sora? What are you doing here?"
Sora looked at her Digimon. She couldn't break the chain. The light flashed past her eyes. She couldn't break the chain. Bi was in danger. She couldn't break the chain. What sort of Digidestined was she really?
She couldn't break the chain.
What else was there to do when she'd tried and failed?
"Love you-"
The light jet made one final arc.
And a few moments later, the sole survivor looked up from her huddled position in the wreckage of the mirrored room.
There was a weird kind of calm in her mind, the eye of the storm. Where was the Crest of Love? It must have got lost somehow in the chaos. There. She snatched it up and clutched it tight, never to let go.
She looked out through a gap in the wall. Sometime between her arrival and now it had started to rain. Would the others be there? She took a deep breath. "Tai?" she shouted hoarsely. "Matt? Izzy? Anybody?"
Thank goodness, at last footsteps.
-Too late for us.-
She sat down next to the one who'd been her best friend. Gently she stroked her head, with the soft sweep of skin against feather that she'd come to know so well. Then she heard Tai's voice calling and knew she was safe. Only then did she let herself cry for the sweet and gentle partner who'd been loyal to the very last.
.......
Bi: [wails]
Daydreamer: I feel a bit like that myself...how am I gonna get the Epilogue sent out to anyone? I'm on holiday for a week! Nice cottage in Kent but NO computer access!
Bi: [sniffs] You were right about it being upsetting.
Daydreamer: Shh, birdy baby. I'll go and buy some more lemonade.