"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dawning of the light."

Huge thanks for Hell's Hauntress for writing the summary, doesn't it kick?  Thanks a bunch! 

I'm running low on ideas and time, but review, please.  I could use some ideas and feedback.  Thanks, and I'm sorry it's so short.

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            Rika felt like they'd been flying for ages as she stared helplessly at the inert body of the boy she'd been growing to care so much about recently.  She squinted as the wind blew her hair across her face and eyes, paying the greatest deal of attention for the smallest sign of life.  Sighing inwardly, she glanced down to the city below her, trying to get some sort of idea of where they were.  She thought she saw Takato's school, so the park shouldn't be far away.

            And when you get there? Then what?  He's dying.

            Filled anew with worry, she raced to think of a way to help him.  Everything was happening so fast, Renamon and Cyberdramon seemed to have come out of nowhere. 

            Renamon.  Digimon.  Digital Monster.  Data…?

            "Renamon, if we get him to the Digital World, it'd be easier to treat him, right?  Since he'd be data?"

            "Most likely.  The Digital World is a mess right now though.  There's a new virus infecting almost everyone."  Renamon replied with a hint of pain in her voice.

            "Cyberdramon, let me and Renamon off.  Take Ryo somewhere safe in the Digital World, and do whatever it takes to get him better, okay?  We'll hook up with you later."

            "But we might get attacked—" Ryo's partner began.

            "And we won't be able to remedy the Digital World if he's dead, now will we?" Rika interrupted, much harsher than she intended.  "Fine, change of plans.  Renamon, go with them."

            "And what about you?" Renamon asked cautiously.

            "Let me down here.  I'll find Takato and everyone else.  Take care of him, okay?"

            Takato was worried sick.  Rika'd sounded so anxious over the phone, out of breath, and he could hear the wind blowing into the phone.  He knew she could take care of herself, and that she'd be fine, Ryo was with her, but-

            -But even the Legendary Tamer couldn't kill that thing himself.

            Trying to stay focused, he turned his attention back to Henry, an unsure look on his face as he followed his father's instructions over his cell phone into a laptop computer, hooked neatly up with his Digivice.  Kazu and Kenta were busy pacing around outside, and Jeri was sitting on the wall adjacent to the entrance to their old hideout, her knees pulled up to her chin, staring out at the park as if she'd never seen it before.

            He started towards Henry, but quickly turned around and looked back outside for a sign of Rika and Ryo.  Although it was unsaid, it was a certainty among the group that they may not be coming back home for a while.  They had to go to the Digital World if they wanted a chance of killing the creature that had been hunting them, and there was still so much they didn't know.

            Like why it's after us, and why now.  I think I should go alone... This was my idea.  The responsibility of everyone else ends up at me.  How could I live with myself if I knew that one of them died to the hands of that-that thing.  It's not going to just roll over and die, and we don't even have enough firepower to make it turn an eye.

            He shuddered, feeling the weight on his shoulders push down threefold.  Just thinking about it made him want to break down and cry, but he just couldn't let that happen.  Inhaling sharply, he refocused and went back to lookout.

            Rika Nonaka ran through the night, snarling through gritted teeth as she struggled to breathe, trying her best to ignore the throbbing pain in her left temple.  She felt like she hadn't slept in days as her eyelids fought to stay open.

            -No, gotta keep going-

            Rika let out a whimper as her ankle twisted against a rock and she stumbled sideways.  The tears were freely streaming down her face as she pressed on.  It was only a few more minutes to the meeting place; she was already in the park.

            And now what?

            She was too exhausted, mentally and physically, to do much.  She was running on pure adrenaline, fighting not to give in to the despair that threatened to take over her and make her give up.  She pressed the back of her hands into her eyes when she reached a straight part in the path to wipe away the tears. 

            She pulled around the final turn and saw the doorway to their old meeting place, and saw the spiky-haired silhouette of Takato, waving to her, with a smile of relief on his face.  She was almost there; she was getting close.

            - close enough to see that same smile disappear as he pointed behind her in sudden horror, the bitter realization of what was there slapping her across the face.  She could hear whatever-it-was's footsteps behind her, vindictive and relentless.


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I'm so incredibly sorry that that sucked so badly, I just haven't updated in forever, and thought I might as well do a crappy job instead of none at all.  (Is that the right philosophy?  Oh well.)  I'll try harder next time.