Chapter 2- Memories, Death and Purple Cars
Back at their apartment, Rika was doing her nails. She buffed, shined, and shaped finally with a sharp silver nail file. Takato embraced her. As they sat huddled in a cosy recliner, Rika's tapered fingers curled around her nailfile. Takato felt something, but dismissed it. Rika's lilac eyes flashed menacingly. Takato had ruined her life. After him, it was just a matter of Jeri. Kazu if she had time. The doorbell rang. "Don't worry about it," Rika whispered. "Let them wait." At that precise moment, the door burst open. Before Rika realised who it was, she had already plunged the knife into her lover's back. "Takato!" Guilmon cried. Henry's eyes met hers. Tears filled her eyes when she saw Henry's face. "Rika?" He felt like crying. "(INSERT SWEAR WORD HERE- This can be up to your imagination)" he whispered. The future was here. Betrayal- by the one you trust.
Jeri followed her stepmother out of the jail. She was handed a large yellow beach bag containing everything she had when she was admitted to the jail. A plastic friendship ring from Henry, a magenta friendship band from Rika, and a mini photo album from Takato. She opened it, and her eyes cast to a photo. Four kids, all her ex-friends. She ignored these thoughts, got into her car, and sped off to the hospital. As soon as they arrived, She said, "Jeri, there's something you need to know. When you left, your father blamed himself for the.way you turned out. He attempted suicide but survived. Now he's in intensive care, and he wants to see you before." her voice trailed off. Jeri was stunned. They led her into the hospital. Stairs. More stairs. Room 326. Taking a deep breath, she hobbled in. Her dad was lying on a sterile hospital bed, with white sheets. He was pale and his face old and wrinkled. He looked dead. Jeri stretched forward, placing her quivering hand over his damp forehead. He stirred, opened his dark brown eyes. He saw her. Breathed a sigh of relief and was silent. Jeri kept a straight face. She turned around and strode out through the doors. This was the last straw.
"Rika. what did you do?" Henry shuddered as he spoke. Rika looked as though she would cry. "I'm sorry Henry. It shouldn't have been this way. I can't take it." Henry started towards her. She quickly picked up the nailfile and brandished it in front of his face. "Don't touch me," she said. "I'm sorry." She repeated. Henry was confused. Rika thrust the nailfile into Henry's hand. She grabbed a small leather backpack, threw it over her shoulders and pulled something out of her pocket. Her digivice. She held it close and dissolved into a barcode, vanishing completely. "I'm so sorry."
Back at their apartment, Rika was doing her nails. She buffed, shined, and shaped finally with a sharp silver nail file. Takato embraced her. As they sat huddled in a cosy recliner, Rika's tapered fingers curled around her nailfile. Takato felt something, but dismissed it. Rika's lilac eyes flashed menacingly. Takato had ruined her life. After him, it was just a matter of Jeri. Kazu if she had time. The doorbell rang. "Don't worry about it," Rika whispered. "Let them wait." At that precise moment, the door burst open. Before Rika realised who it was, she had already plunged the knife into her lover's back. "Takato!" Guilmon cried. Henry's eyes met hers. Tears filled her eyes when she saw Henry's face. "Rika?" He felt like crying. "(INSERT SWEAR WORD HERE- This can be up to your imagination)" he whispered. The future was here. Betrayal- by the one you trust.
Jeri followed her stepmother out of the jail. She was handed a large yellow beach bag containing everything she had when she was admitted to the jail. A plastic friendship ring from Henry, a magenta friendship band from Rika, and a mini photo album from Takato. She opened it, and her eyes cast to a photo. Four kids, all her ex-friends. She ignored these thoughts, got into her car, and sped off to the hospital. As soon as they arrived, She said, "Jeri, there's something you need to know. When you left, your father blamed himself for the.way you turned out. He attempted suicide but survived. Now he's in intensive care, and he wants to see you before." her voice trailed off. Jeri was stunned. They led her into the hospital. Stairs. More stairs. Room 326. Taking a deep breath, she hobbled in. Her dad was lying on a sterile hospital bed, with white sheets. He was pale and his face old and wrinkled. He looked dead. Jeri stretched forward, placing her quivering hand over his damp forehead. He stirred, opened his dark brown eyes. He saw her. Breathed a sigh of relief and was silent. Jeri kept a straight face. She turned around and strode out through the doors. This was the last straw.
"Rika. what did you do?" Henry shuddered as he spoke. Rika looked as though she would cry. "I'm sorry Henry. It shouldn't have been this way. I can't take it." Henry started towards her. She quickly picked up the nailfile and brandished it in front of his face. "Don't touch me," she said. "I'm sorry." She repeated. Henry was confused. Rika thrust the nailfile into Henry's hand. She grabbed a small leather backpack, threw it over her shoulders and pulled something out of her pocket. Her digivice. She held it close and dissolved into a barcode, vanishing completely. "I'm so sorry."