Well readers, here's chapter 2. I hope you guys like it. You'll tell me won't you? Please?
At the time of all this, Henry was at home, reading a book in the living room. He wasn't really focusing on the book however. The words swam disorderly across the page, for his mind was on Terriermon. Next to him, Susie was being unusually quite and solemn. Henry knew she was probably thinking about Lopmon and Terriermon. Henry sighed and looked at his father, or more, the back of his father's head. Henry still hadn't forgiven him for not telling him the truth. It was not something that could be forgiven so easily anyway. Henry closed his eyes for a moment, then shut his book with a snap.
"I'm going for a walk." He said plainly, getting to his feet and setting the book down. His father sighed deeply and nodded. He knew Henry was still cross with him, so he didn't delay the boy.
Henry looked at his father once more, then grabbed his coat and slipped it on as he walked out the door. He also grabbed his cellphone and slipped it in his pocket before closing the door behind him.
A few minutes of aimless walking later, Henry found himself on one of the main streets. He smiled slightly to himself; Rika use to hang out here. She had become such a good friend, much better than the person she was when they first met had. Renamon had been the same. He chuckled; Rika and Renamon had made quite the team. However, following this moment of happiness was a feeling of woe. When the digimon had disappeared, Rika had done the same. She wouldn't answer his calls, and when he did go to her house, her grandmother said that Rika hadn't been feeling well. Henry sighed deeply at the thought.
He looked up at the sky, and saw the clouds slowly drifting out of the way of the moon. The moon cast light across the whole street, bathing it in blue light. The sight was nearly cinematic.
However, his attention was distracted from its beauty when he heard he heard something nearby. Blinking, he stopped walking and looked around. The sound was quick and quiet. It sounded like…breathing. Henry held still completely still and found that the noise appeared to be coming from an alley to his left. He turned and saw something lying among a pile of trash and overturned garbage cans. He kneeled next to the pile and put a hand down on the thing. It was breathing. This was a person.
As the last of the clouds moved away from the moon, the outlines of the person became more defined. Whoever it was was on their stomach, so he couldn't see their face. Slowly he turned the person over onto their back. When he saw the face of the person, his heart skipped a beat. It was Rika, and her face was twisted in an expression of agony.
"Rika?" Henry asked, shocked and terrified. She didn't answer. She just sustained the pattern of sharp breathing, completely unaware of Henry's presence. Henry grabbed her sides and shook her cautiously, trying to wake her up. Then, he noticed his hands were warm, sticky and wet.
Hoping against hope that this wasn't what he thought it was, he lifted his hands into the light. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he saw that they were smeared with blood. "Oh lord." He whispered.
His panic began to quickly worsen and he forced himself to remain calm. At least, he tried. He checked her pulse and became even more fearful when he noticed it was dangerously slow.
Quickly, he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. The silver coat immediately smeared with blood, but he didn't care. He stumbled with it for a minute, but finally got it open and immediately began to dial, smearing the numbers 9 and 1 with blood.
AN: Sorry that was so short. I just wanted to get this out as quickly as possible, since I've kept you waiting long enough already. I wanted to add some more stuff, but that'll end up coming later I guess.