Author's note: I have decided not to give up on this story, even though it has been too years, and I am not as obsessed with Digimon as I used to be – don't get me wrong, I still love it, but the third season was not so cool, and I am no longer a rabid fan.

( ) means author's notes
means character's thoughts

One week later…

Kari was still stalking down the hallways snarling at anyone that didn't move out of her way fast enough, TK was still slipping unsigned notes with presents in Kari's locker daily, Geena was still the replacement Queen of the school, and Kari still thought she felt someone watching her. All in all, it was a stressful week with only one good thing.

Davis was locked in the psychology ward of the hospital, and wasn't allowed to leave until he worked out why he associates MJ with monsters that were really just stuffed animals.

Walking home from school, Kari was still drowning in her depression as her black pleather combat boots creaked in rhythm with her steps. She was so lost in her contemplations of several pairs of blue-eyed friends, that she didn't even hear the men that came up behind her. Fingering her mysterious pen pals letter of the day – this time with a poem and a black rose – she wondered what color eyes he had. And where she was going to add her rose to her growing 'Pen Pal Shrine.'

One of the older men put a hand on Kari's shoulder as he leaned around her to leer into her face.

"Hey Sweet Cakes, ya lookin' for some fun?" He even had the audacity to wink at her.

HOW DARE THAT FILTHY-FILTHY-…erm, CREATIN TOUCH ME! He bit off more than he knows. Kari's eyes narrowed as she glared at the offending appendage that was resting on her new, black leather coat.

"Incase you are simply too stupid to notice, I'm a bit young for you – you might even say that I'm illegally young for you. So go screw yourself and leave me alone."

The five men around her turned red as the man holding her arm tightened her grip. Leaning close enough to her that she could smell his lunch on his breath - eugh! Who eats oysters at 2 in the afternoon?- and whispered in a threatening way, "I don't think you understand, Sugar Babe, I wasn't giving you a choice. Now lighten up and get moving."

Down in the deepest, darkest, bowels of Digiworld, where they were chained to a wall, she cried out in a hoarse voice, the sound full of anguish and defeat.

Turning his blue eyes on her, the male digimon said, "Don't you dare give up! We'll find a way out, you'll see!"

She promptly turned to her bloody and beaten companion before saying, "No we won't Tami, and even if we do it's no use. You've been replaced, and Kari is in trouble. She's going to lose her light and then they'll kill her – and I can't d anything."

A/n: I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY!!! I NEVER MEANT TO LEAVE THIS STORY FOR 2 YEARS!! BUT I PROMISE THAT THIS TIME I'M GOING TO FINISH IT! I'm also sorry that this chapter is so short, but I promise that the next chapter will be at least twice as long and up by next Friday!! BTW, I welcome reviews and flames and anything you might want to say!!! If you wish to send me a virtual death letter for leaving this story hanging for two years, feel free! I am so sorry! And my email is changed. It's:

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