On the brink of Death
Disclaimer: Don't own any digimon (duh!)
I am so excited about this fic. There will be about 6 chapters but the most exciting is the last. I have more fics which I will write soon.
ENJOY!!!
PS. Now I am dedicating this fic to ALL of mi friends caus there is nothing quite like them in the world.
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The landscape around her hadn't changed for a long time. It was getting darker now, Kari realised. I t was getting harder and harder to make her legs move. Every now and then they sank further and further into the soft snow and she had to concentrate every acing fibre to try and pull them out again. Sometimes she couldn't manage and Gatomon had to step in and try and help her.
Kari looked at her little friend now. Gatomon looked like Kari thought she did. Her clean, soft, white fur didn't quite blend in with the snow as it was tinged with a slight bluey colour. Gatomon was shivering, frost and icicles hung from the little digimon's fur. Kari hated herself for leading her greatest companion into this.
"If we both die, it will be my entire fault," she told herself, regret filling her head.
"But you can't die," said a new voice in Kari's ear. It was a voice that she had never heard before. The voice was cold, harsh and not at all pleasant. "I will not let you die until you have retrieved the object I sent you to retrieve. NO, while you are in my control, I decide when it is time to die. Is that clear Miss Kamiya?" But Kari did not answer. Her limp form made a perfect snow angel as she collapsed in the snow in a dead faint.
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When Kari awoke after hours of restless, cold emptiness she couldn't remember where she was. For a fleeting moment, she half thought that maybe she was back in her own bedroom. Or was it more of a hope, a desire. She had been woken as a large amount of snow had hit her clean in the face. She sat up, feeling suddenly chilled to the bone. There was something wrong with her body, something limp and feeble about it, almost as if, Kari struggled to think of where she had seen limpness before. Then she remembered. It had been at her grandma's funeral. When Kari had looked at the figure lying so still on the bed of lilies, which had been what she had thought of. Grandma Theresa's body had been limp and feeble like Kari's was then.
"Don't be stupid Kari;" she told herself, "You weren't dead." Her mind travelled to the mysterious voice that she had heard before and she suddenly felt sick.
Kari looked around. Right now she needed a friend and so she was looking for Gatomon. But she couldn't see the small, cat-like figure anywhere. She was puzzled and also, at the same time, terrified. Where was Gatomon when she needed her. Why, hadn't she, Kari been always good too Gatomon but now, had Gatomon really deserted her. Some strange feelings swelled up inside her. What was it she was feeling, no it couldn't be. HATE.
Gatomon popped up from under the huge mountain of snow that was currently encasing her. It made her heart stop and pine whenever she looked at Kari. For, Gatomon could see that Kari was dying.
It wasn't that obvious, Kari was doing well to cover it up. But then she had always been a fighter, Gatomon remembered suddenly. But a digimons bonds with its owner grow deeper and stronger that the flesh. Gatomon had this gnawing sensation inside her that she had never felt before. When she tried to but it to words there was only one that seemed to fit. Death. Gatomon forced herself to remain calm. She was pleased with her work. It was now finished. At least Kari now had a small chance of survival.
Gatomon turned toward Kari. She could barely hear her own voice as she spoke.
"Come and see what I have done," Kari struggled to understand but Gatomon took her hand and lead her to her finished creation. Kari still couldn't see a thing. She screwed up her eyes to prevent them from being penetrated by the prevailing winds. When she opened them there was no wind. She was stooped in what looked like a small white compartment. She gave a small gasp as she realised that they were under the snow. She turned to Gatomon,
"You did this?" she asked, smiling as she realised the answer. It was a very weak smile, only a shadow of her former brilliant one. Gatomon didn't answer. She looked exhausted. She reached into the knapsack that stood between her and Kari and pulled out the only blanket. She looked wearier than Kari had ever seen her before.
All Gatomon could manage to say was, "Lets get some rest," before curling up on the cold icy floor, still shivering. Kari felt guilty. Gingerly she lifted Gatomon onto her blanket. As the two friends huddled together, each entwined in the other and both on the brink of death, the fate of them and the rest of the world, rested with their friends finding them in time.
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Its getting more exciting, I hope. I am planning a sequel because of the revelation that will come in the end chapter. Remember if you believe in yourself, anything could happen,
Boxer-and-dusty xxx
Ps. love you all so much
Disclaimer: Don't own any digimon (duh!)
I am so excited about this fic. There will be about 6 chapters but the most exciting is the last. I have more fics which I will write soon.
ENJOY!!!
PS. Now I am dedicating this fic to ALL of mi friends caus there is nothing quite like them in the world.
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The landscape around her hadn't changed for a long time. It was getting darker now, Kari realised. I t was getting harder and harder to make her legs move. Every now and then they sank further and further into the soft snow and she had to concentrate every acing fibre to try and pull them out again. Sometimes she couldn't manage and Gatomon had to step in and try and help her.
Kari looked at her little friend now. Gatomon looked like Kari thought she did. Her clean, soft, white fur didn't quite blend in with the snow as it was tinged with a slight bluey colour. Gatomon was shivering, frost and icicles hung from the little digimon's fur. Kari hated herself for leading her greatest companion into this.
"If we both die, it will be my entire fault," she told herself, regret filling her head.
"But you can't die," said a new voice in Kari's ear. It was a voice that she had never heard before. The voice was cold, harsh and not at all pleasant. "I will not let you die until you have retrieved the object I sent you to retrieve. NO, while you are in my control, I decide when it is time to die. Is that clear Miss Kamiya?" But Kari did not answer. Her limp form made a perfect snow angel as she collapsed in the snow in a dead faint.
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When Kari awoke after hours of restless, cold emptiness she couldn't remember where she was. For a fleeting moment, she half thought that maybe she was back in her own bedroom. Or was it more of a hope, a desire. She had been woken as a large amount of snow had hit her clean in the face. She sat up, feeling suddenly chilled to the bone. There was something wrong with her body, something limp and feeble about it, almost as if, Kari struggled to think of where she had seen limpness before. Then she remembered. It had been at her grandma's funeral. When Kari had looked at the figure lying so still on the bed of lilies, which had been what she had thought of. Grandma Theresa's body had been limp and feeble like Kari's was then.
"Don't be stupid Kari;" she told herself, "You weren't dead." Her mind travelled to the mysterious voice that she had heard before and she suddenly felt sick.
Kari looked around. Right now she needed a friend and so she was looking for Gatomon. But she couldn't see the small, cat-like figure anywhere. She was puzzled and also, at the same time, terrified. Where was Gatomon when she needed her. Why, hadn't she, Kari been always good too Gatomon but now, had Gatomon really deserted her. Some strange feelings swelled up inside her. What was it she was feeling, no it couldn't be. HATE.
Gatomon popped up from under the huge mountain of snow that was currently encasing her. It made her heart stop and pine whenever she looked at Kari. For, Gatomon could see that Kari was dying.
It wasn't that obvious, Kari was doing well to cover it up. But then she had always been a fighter, Gatomon remembered suddenly. But a digimons bonds with its owner grow deeper and stronger that the flesh. Gatomon had this gnawing sensation inside her that she had never felt before. When she tried to but it to words there was only one that seemed to fit. Death. Gatomon forced herself to remain calm. She was pleased with her work. It was now finished. At least Kari now had a small chance of survival.
Gatomon turned toward Kari. She could barely hear her own voice as she spoke.
"Come and see what I have done," Kari struggled to understand but Gatomon took her hand and lead her to her finished creation. Kari still couldn't see a thing. She screwed up her eyes to prevent them from being penetrated by the prevailing winds. When she opened them there was no wind. She was stooped in what looked like a small white compartment. She gave a small gasp as she realised that they were under the snow. She turned to Gatomon,
"You did this?" she asked, smiling as she realised the answer. It was a very weak smile, only a shadow of her former brilliant one. Gatomon didn't answer. She looked exhausted. She reached into the knapsack that stood between her and Kari and pulled out the only blanket. She looked wearier than Kari had ever seen her before.
All Gatomon could manage to say was, "Lets get some rest," before curling up on the cold icy floor, still shivering. Kari felt guilty. Gingerly she lifted Gatomon onto her blanket. As the two friends huddled together, each entwined in the other and both on the brink of death, the fate of them and the rest of the world, rested with their friends finding them in time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Its getting more exciting, I hope. I am planning a sequel because of the revelation that will come in the end chapter. Remember if you believe in yourself, anything could happen,
Boxer-and-dusty xxx
Ps. love you all so much