She opened the door of the bathroom gently. It wouldn't do any good if Izumi was to wake her parents at this stage, how could she explain to them about what happened to her clothes and why they were so bloody? She couldn't, that's what. Entering the dark bathroom silently, Izumi picked at the drying blood under her nose nervously as she shut the door with the other hand.
How could she have let her prey attack her like that? It was a foolish mistake, probably even more foolish than forgetting a spare change of clothes. The first set of clothes were shredded to useless rags in her haste to get fresh prey. At least Izumi had the luck to have ran into more prey soon, a man that was wearing a large coat. He was surprised and she attacked his back quickly, making a bite to his neck and breaking it. The coat provided enough cover, at least enough for her to get home. It was then discarded out a window.
Izumi smiled slightly, relishing the victory. It was something that she did by herself, her 'pack' didn't help at all. That made her victory even sweeter, it showed them her strength as a hunter. They wouldn't desert a strong fighter like her, they couldn't afford it. Izumi gave a confident grin to her reflection, which even though the bathroom was dark she could see. Sharpened eyesight was one of the perks of being one of HiAndromon's experiments, one that she liked. It helped a lot during the time for hunting. Just to be on the safe side, Izumi flipped on the light, just in case if one of her parents woke up.
A robe was hanging limply on the door handle, she took it. Izumi smiled at her reflection, there was no extra blood this time, she was getting better. Just the blood from her nose, which could be washed off.
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The computer screen of Ken's flashed irregularly, numerous screens of different types of data flashed across the screen at such rate only a trained eye could make any sense of it at all. Most of it was the statistics on a pack of three 'rogue degenerates'. Ken watched it with only a slight interest, only noting major attributes. Snoring lightly in the bed was his Digimon partner, Minomon.
Ken gave a sigh, he hated working with things that involved degenerates. If only HiAndromon didn't force the fortunate, like him, to control the population of degenerates. It couldn't be helped, though. Apparently the three degenerates were the first, no surprise to Ken, and they seemed to be always a problem.
He rubbed his temples irritably. It was going to be a long night.
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Every movement of HiAndromon was that of someone with a purpose. Every sweep of his black steel arms conveyed the greatness and grandeur of his words. His head moved side to side, the red eyes of his helmet glinting dangerously in the light of the lecture hall when he spoke of humans. The gray pallor of his skin was taught when he spoke and the red cables shown under the broken parts of his armor shimmered as if they were living muscle.
"As I was saying," the Cyborg said to gathering of young Digimon around him. "On the subject of humans. They are disgusting creatures. They only think of themselves and have you ever been to their world? Yes, I have, so don't you dare ask me Icemon, I know how you are. Filthy disgusting place, that 'Earth' is."
HiAndromon was pursing his lips in such a way while he talked that conveyed to his audience that he didn't care much for the subject he was talking about. "Those apes have built great factories," continued HiAndromon, getting into his stride. "Bigger than any of those in the Digital World. They bellow smog in such enormous quantities that it's a wonder that every single one of them aren't coughing every moment of the day! They're polluting their own world. Poisoning the very air they breathe and the water they drink. Savages, every single one of their race. Yes, Icemon?"
An inquisitive young Digimon, his skin a shiny white rock surface looked up at HiAndromon with curious eyes. "If you hate humans so much, why are you letting them walk around this place so much?" Icemon eagerly asked.
"Because, Icemon, I'm trying to save them," HiAndromon said, sighing for it was becoming tiresome of being asked the same question over and over. "From themselves. It's just their current genetic state that's the problem. I've gathered, through this research I'm conducting on the specimens you see walking around, that there are two possible evolutionary ways for the humans to save themselves.
The first one is actually devolution. They keep their heightened emotional awareness and enhanced psychical qualities but lose their advanced thinking patterns. It's not a great lost for some, and most of them seem to prefer this method. From what I gather, it must be some racial memory. They are still social animals in that state, preferring to be in groups or 'packs' as they call themselves. I like to call this group 'degenerates'.
Then the second is more fortunate. In exchange for most of their emotional capacity, they gain instead a great increase of mental prowess and focus. I've screened my subjects carefully and choose only the cream of the crop to undergo this experience. They perform as smoothly as machines, quite a feat, if I say so myself. These are called 'generates'."
Out of nowhere, a human male walked up to HiAndromon. He was well dressed in a black suit and had blond hair that was carefully kept. The light of the hall made his black sunglasses glint. HiAndromon stopped his lecturing and gave the newcomer a careful nod. "What is the matter, Yamaki?" HiAndromon asked, his tone was dripping with forced courtesy, obviously meant to not offend the human.
"We've caught one of the damned savages," the man snapped. "No, it wasn't that damned girl either. It was the young boy. What was his name? Tomoki, I think."
HiAndromon nodded to Yamaki and to his audience. "Take a break, this will restart in roughly thirty minutes. Get some food or something, I have important matters to attend to," HiAndromon addressed to the assembly. "Don't bother asking me, Icemon. I won't tell you anything at all."
Moving to the door in quick and easy steps, HiAndromon conversed in hushed tones with Yamaki secretively as they walked out of the room. Both of them had nothing but contempt for the other, only politeness was keeping their tones conversational and friendly.