Chapter Thirteen
--Ienji--
"Ienji?"
He blinked. Someone was calling his name? His eyes focused, and he noticed Jared staring at him, concern plain on his face.
"Ienji? You there?" Jared waved his hand an inch from Ienji's face; he responded by batting the offending hand aside. "Where else would I be?" he replied, giving Jared a no-nonsense expression.
Jared shrugged. "Well, you kind of zoned off on us for a minute there. I was just saying, there's definitely something different about you today. Did you do anything to yourself?"
Ienji shook his head. "Nope, I didn't get anything done. That is, I didn't do anything. I mean, no one did anything to me. I'm the same," he fumbled.
Alec took the time to look up from his laptop for the sole purpose of giving him a quizzical look that clearly and silently stated, "What's wrong with you?"
Ienji was about to give his friends a wry response, when the room shook.
--Evan--
Evan tripped and fell as the hall floor jolted slightly in response to a distant quake. The indicator on his GD began to blink faster.
All the way, he focused harder than he'd ever before, utilizing a difficult data stream that had rarely ever been necessary, and never as necessary as it was now.
Beams of light shot out from the ghost digivice and enveloped his body at various distinguishing reason. An old woman passing by fell over in surprise at the sight of him as he rushing past.
--Ienji--
Several tables shook; he heard several yells of surprise. It was only a brief quake, but severe, and many lost their balance.
Ienji, Jared, and Alec immediately took to the floor. Ienji noticed the latter swiping his laptop off the table and onto the floor, typing more furiously than ever.
Turning around, his immediately focused on the odd sight; at the center of the room, with a three-meter radius of space around him, was a kid. He wore a jet-black cloak, and held his right arm up in the air, with what Ienji knew to be a digital device clenched in his glowing fist. Ienji recognized him, but couldn't place the name.
"Now that I have your undivided attention...." the kid began, "I would like to make a few things clear. Oh, I've locked the door." A few kids had run toward the lone exit, but even as he said this, they shook the handle, and it would not turn. Now all eyes were on the solitary figure.
"I don't need anyone anymore. I can handle anything. I have great power, and will use it for what I wish." Ienji suddenly placed the kid's name; Anish. He was a freshman.
A few young men started toward him belligerently after hearing all of this, apparently attempting to seize him and demand that he let them out of the room. Before they get close, Anish laughed, and suddenly the room once more shook violently, and a circular fissure opened up around him; the floor crumbled and the cut in the floor grew to over a meter in width. Students leapt back to avoid falling into the crevice.
"Feel free to set yourselves apart from the others, so that I may be better able to choose which will die first," he informed his fellow students. They froze and shifted uncomfortably.
For a moment, no one made a sound, as Anish eyed them predatorily. Ienji's mind raced, but the fear held him still along with the forty other kids.
Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, Miguel Santos lunged across the fissure at Anish, swinging his backpack like a club.
Calling out in surprise, Anish sidestepped while striking into the air with the palm of his left hand; Miguel was flung aside in mid-jump, and barely managed to take hold of the edge of the fissure with one hand, avoiding a fall to certain death. His backpack fell into the fathomless depths.
As Anish took a step forward, presumably to finish the job, the door to the student lounge crashed open.
--Evan--
By now fully disguised, Evan tried to the handle, but it didn't work, so he was took a few steps back before racing forward and placing a well-aimed kick directly below the knob of the door.
The hinge ripped off the wall as the locked flew open and crashed to the floor. Evan stepped up into the room, defensive data streams at the ready, and scanned the scene visually.
Thirty or forty kids in all, mostly attempting to hide behind desks or along the walls of the room; notably, a circular depression, the center of which there was a kid with Indian features, who was approaching another kid, who was hanging from the edge of the unnatural fissure.
Evan wasted no time in striking out; he sent a wave of digital energy through the air. The wave struck the Indian kid and slammed him against the vending machine on the far side of the room, tearing his cloak down the middle.
Clearly outmatched, the cloaked kid eyed Evan with cold hatred. "You will see me again," he stated with a dark fury in his tone. Immediately, he raised his digivice into the air; Evan recognized the maneuver but didn't react quick enough.
A flash of light, and a burst of sound, enveloped the area and momentary blinded everyone. Evan quickly focused on defensive structures, because he could do nothing else.
Twenty seconds passed, and his sight began to return to him. He examined his digivice, and saw that the blinking indicator had left the building and was heading away from the school.
Without a moment's pause, Evan was out the door and in pursuit.
--Ienji--
"Ienji?"
He blinked. Someone was calling his name? His eyes focused, and he noticed Jared staring at him, concern plain on his face.
"Ienji? You there?" Jared waved his hand an inch from Ienji's face; he responded by batting the offending hand aside. "Where else would I be?" he replied, giving Jared a no-nonsense expression.
Jared shrugged. "Well, you kind of zoned off on us for a minute there. I was just saying, there's definitely something different about you today. Did you do anything to yourself?"
Ienji shook his head. "Nope, I didn't get anything done. That is, I didn't do anything. I mean, no one did anything to me. I'm the same," he fumbled.
Alec took the time to look up from his laptop for the sole purpose of giving him a quizzical look that clearly and silently stated, "What's wrong with you?"
Ienji was about to give his friends a wry response, when the room shook.
--Evan--
Evan tripped and fell as the hall floor jolted slightly in response to a distant quake. The indicator on his GD began to blink faster.
All the way, he focused harder than he'd ever before, utilizing a difficult data stream that had rarely ever been necessary, and never as necessary as it was now.
Beams of light shot out from the ghost digivice and enveloped his body at various distinguishing reason. An old woman passing by fell over in surprise at the sight of him as he rushing past.
--Ienji--
Several tables shook; he heard several yells of surprise. It was only a brief quake, but severe, and many lost their balance.
Ienji, Jared, and Alec immediately took to the floor. Ienji noticed the latter swiping his laptop off the table and onto the floor, typing more furiously than ever.
Turning around, his immediately focused on the odd sight; at the center of the room, with a three-meter radius of space around him, was a kid. He wore a jet-black cloak, and held his right arm up in the air, with what Ienji knew to be a digital device clenched in his glowing fist. Ienji recognized him, but couldn't place the name.
"Now that I have your undivided attention...." the kid began, "I would like to make a few things clear. Oh, I've locked the door." A few kids had run toward the lone exit, but even as he said this, they shook the handle, and it would not turn. Now all eyes were on the solitary figure.
"I don't need anyone anymore. I can handle anything. I have great power, and will use it for what I wish." Ienji suddenly placed the kid's name; Anish. He was a freshman.
A few young men started toward him belligerently after hearing all of this, apparently attempting to seize him and demand that he let them out of the room. Before they get close, Anish laughed, and suddenly the room once more shook violently, and a circular fissure opened up around him; the floor crumbled and the cut in the floor grew to over a meter in width. Students leapt back to avoid falling into the crevice.
"Feel free to set yourselves apart from the others, so that I may be better able to choose which will die first," he informed his fellow students. They froze and shifted uncomfortably.
For a moment, no one made a sound, as Anish eyed them predatorily. Ienji's mind raced, but the fear held him still along with the forty other kids.
Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, Miguel Santos lunged across the fissure at Anish, swinging his backpack like a club.
Calling out in surprise, Anish sidestepped while striking into the air with the palm of his left hand; Miguel was flung aside in mid-jump, and barely managed to take hold of the edge of the fissure with one hand, avoiding a fall to certain death. His backpack fell into the fathomless depths.
As Anish took a step forward, presumably to finish the job, the door to the student lounge crashed open.
--Evan--
By now fully disguised, Evan tried to the handle, but it didn't work, so he was took a few steps back before racing forward and placing a well-aimed kick directly below the knob of the door.
The hinge ripped off the wall as the locked flew open and crashed to the floor. Evan stepped up into the room, defensive data streams at the ready, and scanned the scene visually.
Thirty or forty kids in all, mostly attempting to hide behind desks or along the walls of the room; notably, a circular depression, the center of which there was a kid with Indian features, who was approaching another kid, who was hanging from the edge of the unnatural fissure.
Evan wasted no time in striking out; he sent a wave of digital energy through the air. The wave struck the Indian kid and slammed him against the vending machine on the far side of the room, tearing his cloak down the middle.
Clearly outmatched, the cloaked kid eyed Evan with cold hatred. "You will see me again," he stated with a dark fury in his tone. Immediately, he raised his digivice into the air; Evan recognized the maneuver but didn't react quick enough.
A flash of light, and a burst of sound, enveloped the area and momentary blinded everyone. Evan quickly focused on defensive structures, because he could do nothing else.
Twenty seconds passed, and his sight began to return to him. He examined his digivice, and saw that the blinking indicator had left the building and was heading away from the school.
Without a moment's pause, Evan was out the door and in pursuit.