Kiriska: Aww, one review since the last chapter. ;_; c'mon guys help me here! You all know that reviews fuel the author's mind. =P Oh well, I had a bad day and I'm feelin' nice. (weird) ^^

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The Homicidal Maniac

By: Kiriska

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Chapter Thirteen: Killer

Mimi

I hadn't been listening to the conversation between my friends. Wasn't interested, really. I cared about Yamato, just like everyone else. But I just wanted to go home! Was that so hard to understand? I mean, it's dark out, it's cold out, the weather is still stormy, and plus it's Monday night! I have school tomorrow and SO need my beauty rest!

Why couldn't we search for Matt tomorrow? That's like 10 hours from now. What difference is that going to make? If Yama really wanted to run away. he'd be long gone. If not, why not wait til tomorrow!?

Taichi and Jyou were fighting. Wow. I guess with Yamato gone, Tai's getting angry at Joe. I sniffled, no one noticed. Hikari kept jerking around, looking behind her back. It unnerved me, and I wasn't feeling so good either. It kept getting colder and colder. Wind blasted against my face. "UG! Why can't I go home?! I don't want to look for Yamato! Why can't he just face the facts!? Takeru's DEAD! He can't bring him back!" I shrieked. But no one paid much attention to me. My hair flew off in different directions. I wanna go home...!!

Then Joe knocked Taichi into the street. I was surprised, I hadn't expected them to get that bad...and if it had, I wouldn'tve thought Tai to get violent first...I gasped. A car was coming, the next few moments were a blur. Someone shrieked. Someone called out Taichi's name. The car honked. There was a thump as someone hit the ground, the noise as the car whizzed by was loud. It also pushed a blast of wind in my direction. My hair went wild and flew up all around me, blocking my vision.

I heard my friends call out Tai and Sora's name, then I heard them run off. I felt a presence behind me suddenly, rough hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I instinctively let out a small shriek. But a leather glove clasped my mouth shut before the sound could escape. I struggled, but it didn't do any good, I was pulled into the bushes.

My captor held one hand around my waist, and one over my mouth. He dragged me some distance away, I couldn't tell, there was hair in my face. Who's got me? Why me? Was this Takeru's murderer? Was I next? I'm too young to die. Please no. No..no...no...no...let me go!!

After some time, we stopped moving. I was pressed against a brick wall, the area we were in smelt bad, smoke-ish. A gloved hand was still pressed against my mouth, and another hand pinned my shoulder to the wall, not allowing me to escape. Then I saw my captor's face. Yamato?

His face was smeared with dirt. It was hard to tell if some of the splotches were bruises or dirt. His blonde hair looked almost brown, also smudged with dirt. There were a few bush branches in his hair as well. It looked horrible. I used to admire his hair a lot...his eyes were intense blue, glittering with anger and hate. I was terrifyed.

Why has he taken me here? Why me? What did he plan to do with me? "If I uncover your mouth, you promise not to scream?" he growled. I nodded violently. Matt removed his dirty glove from my mouth. I shrieked: "AIIEEEE!! MATT LET ME GO I--" his hand moved back suddenly, with such force that me knocked my head hard against the brick wall. I groaned in pain.

"I'm not playing with you Mimi, shut up, or I'll kill you now!" he snapped. I was shaking with fear. Was he planning to kill me? Oh please, no...why? Why? Why are you doing this Yamato? Why me? Hasn't there been enough death already? No..no...no..no...!! "Now...you're not going to scream this time, UNDERSTAND!?" he asked. I nodded again, this time I meant it. I did NOT want to upset him more, my life may depend on it...don't kill me...don't kill me...! I need to live to see the prom!

He removed his hand again, slowly this time. Cautious. I gasped for breath, I realized I was sweating. My hair was damp, this made me even colder. I looked at Yamato, he was wearing his clothes from the old days in the Digiworld: A green sleeveless shirt and jeans. But they looked horrible. All of the clothes had rips and tears in them, chunks of dirt, grass stains, I squinted. Blood? Blotches of dark red was smeared across his jeans. Shouldn't he be cold?

"W-W-What do you w-want w-with muh-me...M-Matt?" I chittered, I was freezing. "You don't deserve to live." Yamato replied, his voice was ice, smooth and cold. His face expressed anger, frozen anger. A cold fire. Unique. No time to admire that now. "W-W-What d-do you m-mean?" I squeeked. "Let me quote you," he snarled; " 'It's too cold, can't we search tomorrow?" I whimpered. "You don't care about me do you? You don't care about your friends. You only care about yourself. You'd rather sit at home by the fire than come out here in the cold and look for me, wouldn't you?" I didn't reply.

"What if it were Takeru out here now instead of me?" he asked; "You'd still stay home wouldn't you? What if you knew a psycho killer was out here as well? And Takeru out there with him? You still wouldn't stayed home. It's too cold!" I could feel his anger go up. "You don't care about him! You'd rather let him be KILLED than go out there in the cold!" I all but yelled in my face.

"I-I'm o-out h-here n-now aren't I-I?" I muttered, and regreted it immdieately. "WHY are you out here?! Because Taichi asked you to be! If he hadn't asked, what would you have done?! Stayed HOME! You have know real caring for anything! Only yourself! Selfish! You don't deserve to live!!!" he cried. He used his freehand and reached down, he revealed a knife. A dagger. oh god...

He's going to kill me...! He's going to kill me! I struggled, Yamato's hand had been at my shoulder for a while now and he wasn't putting as much force into pinning me. I broke free for a moment. A short moment. Matt quickly grabbed me again, re-pinned me, and pressed the blade of the knife to my throat. Oh god..oh god..I'm not ready to die yet! I didn't dare breathe, my vulnerable throat quivered, pressing lightly against the blade.

"Do you have any last words, Mimi?" Yamato growled, he retreated the blade a few inches. I tried my luck. "You're abandoning you friends, your familly, everything you had, for yourself, //you're// being selfish you--" the blade inched forward again. "Don't tell me what I'm doing, bitch. I know what I'm doing. I don't deserve to live either. But I need to stay alive to avenge TK." he then smiled. A twisted, demonic smile I had never before seen on his face. "When I have. You can come back and kill me, ok, Mimi?"

"P-please...stop..Matt! You don't have to--" I started again. "Don't beg for mercy, spineless filth! I don't need this!" he cried out in rage. "You die! You die! I'll meet you in Hell!!" he screamed. He was losing it. His azure eyes were wide, his iris was huge and the blue was a faded grey color. "You will die, Mimi!" he lifed his knife up. This was it then..isn't it? I haven't a chance. This is the end. I wasn't expecting his for another 60 years at least...oh god...Yamato started to bring the knife down..........

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