Say hello to epic fail, 'cause that's exactly what this chapter is. Yay! Anyway, I'm terribly sorry about the wait. Writer's block, laziness... Yeah. No excuses. This sucks, BUT the next chapter will be longer+way more amazinger. Is that even a word?
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The Chosen stared at him in disbelief; the blood in their veins froze over at his words. Minds raced with surrealism, this surely couldn't have been happening. The Kaiser wouldn't actually...kill them. The truth nipped the back of their brains. Yes, he can and he will. Defeat almost settled in; they were captured, helpless, and now on Death Row.
"So," The Kaiser clicked his tongue. "Aren't you going to help him?" He nudged Daisuke with the head of his golf club. "Wrap his leg up with something."
The Chosen exchanged glances, unsure. First he bets that they'll be dead, then he tells them to help? They were hesitant, calculating amongst themselves if this was, in fact, a decent idea. They were at his disposal; that much was obvious. Was there a trick up his sleeve? Maybe he was plotting slamming that golf club down on them while they were tending to Daisuke, or even sic those ruthless dark-ringed Digimon on them...
"Go on," The Kaiser said, almost getting impatient with their inability to cooperate. "Help him, just don't do anything stupid."
Miyako was the first to grow a backbone, striding over to Daisuke with Hawkmon reluctantly following behind. She bent down and examined his leg closely, being careful not to cause any more unnecessary pain.
"Can you move it?" she asked, gently lifting up the part of his shorts that hid the knee. She winced at the disfigurement of the bone, the blood bathing it like a fresh coat of paint.
Daisuke inhaled sharply, any movement at all seemed worlds away. "No..."
She paused, contemplating her next action. "Someone get me a chair."
Takeru was on it, quickly grabbing the chair Ken was sitting on just a few minutes ago and schlepping it over to Miyako, where Cody was helping her prop Daisuke up. After a few minutes of awkward lifting and positioning, they finally got the injured boy sitting in a comfortable up-right posture. The Kaiser watched, bored.
"Why are you doing this?" Hikari asked, her voice not giving away the emotion that plagued her: fear.
"Why not?" The Kaiser retorted.
They were rendered speechless, the pure sadism from that statement silencing them; even the Digimon seemed scared of a mere human, huddling next to their partners like fearful children.
"Hikari!" a faint voice sliced through the atmosphere of the cell; it seemed to be coming from the outside. The Kaiser hastily pressed invisible buttons on the wall, beeping like the ones on an elevator in an almost melodic ring as his fingers tapped in some secret code. The large mass of limestone and brick flipped over, revealing a rather large LCD monitor screen. It reminded the Chosen of a cliched spy movie.
"Hikari!?" The screen displayed an impressively high definition picture of Taichi and Agumon trudging through the digital desert, worry was stamped across their face. "Takeru!?" he hollered, cupping his hands to his mouth and making a small tunnel to focus his sound waves. "Daisuke!?"
"It seems we have an unexpected guest." The Kaiser mused. He turned to Hikari. "He seems to be most concerned about you, girl. Go out there and tell him everything's fine."
She gulped, hating her plight even more now that Taichi was soon to be involved and the fact that she would lie to him, their only means of salvation and safety at this point. "Um... what do you want me to say?" Obeying the enemy; pitiful, her eyes.
"I don't know." The Kaiser huffed, rolling his eyes. "Make something up. But remember, don't make any bad moves, 'cause I will kill you."He pressed more buttons, and this time an elevator unmasked itself in the far corner, where an accumulation of dust and who-knows-what-else hid the secret escape route before. "Go on." The Kaiser pushed her through the doors as they almost shut on her. "Shoo, fly, shoo!"
He turned back to the captives and looked them over, disapproval penciled on his features. "You all look like hell."
In a sense, that was a valid conclusion. The hopelessness casted a large somber shadow over them, fear draining the color from their faces. Clothes were torn and stained with dirt and whatever else infested the dungeon floor. So yes, they did in fact look like hell, resembling a group of war-children starving for some solace.
"Well, you're not exactly a looker either." V-mon retorted, taking a protective place close to his crippled partner.
The Kasier simply laughed.