His head aches. His body feels fuzzy. Dark eyes blink open a few times, dirty nails scraping through sand and grime as he tries to crawl forward, find a way to get up to his knees. His voice sounds unlike his own when he whimpers and grabs at his throbbing ribs. "Brit," he calls out weakly. "Lopmon?" Heath groans and whimpers, somehow finding the strength to roll over onto his back where he can see the sun, feel the wind on his face, through his scraggly hair.
His memories feel distorted, wrong, and he can't remember what happened to him. Until he hears disturbingly familiar whispers, his skin growing pale. "Oh, no, no-" Flashes of being controled, of seeing Wade's horror-filled eyes, of Akadimon's rage filled, murderous thoughts. "Oh no," he grunts, finally making it to his feet. "I gotta- I gotta do somethin'..." Luke can help, he's pretty sure, so he stumbles away from the body of water he can just see out of the corner of his eye, trying to reorient himself. Remember where the base is that they'd all congregated at so often.
But he's only walked for a couple of minutes when a bone-melting pain shoots through his core, down and out. He collapses to his knees and cries out, soon evolving into screams that echo through the surrounding areas and scares up birds and animals of all types. He whimpers and whines before falling silent, his eyes opening slowly. Dark brown fading into a pale grey, he smirks and makes it to his feet easily, Arkadimon wiping his hands on the dusty pants that Heath's been stuck in for weeks by now. "Almost, almost," he singsongs. "But no cigar... you're mine now. All mine. And I ain't giving you up this easily..."
Heath can't see, he can barely hear, but can tell when they start to move. In the direction he'd been trying to get, towards Luke's area. Towards the portal that... that... oh no, he thinks, trying to fight free of the paralyzing force holding him locked up in this personal hell. NO! There's nothing he can do. Just partially sense as Arkadimon sneaks up to the group as they prepare to return to earth, lurking just far enough away that he remains unnoticed. Heath feels a shock of power as his Digivice is brought forward, aimed towards the portal, and then... then... they destabilize into data, reforming on the other side.
In an arena on earth, the wrestlers unaware of what's going on as they readjust to being back in the real world. Heath struggles and screams, blind and deaf, mute and worthless as he realizes what Arkadimon could now use his body to do to people. Memories of what had happened the last time a Digimon made its way to this world replaying through Heath's mind, how badly damaged Chicago had ended up, he screams and screams, pleading for someone to turn around. To see him, stop what's about to happen at any means necessary- but it's too late, Arkadimon slips out of the exit door and breathes in the crisp evening air of freedom, his lips parting into a sneer as he walks on ahead, evil purposes in mind.
