Chapter 4-What goes around comes around

This chapter has death; this chapter also has some disturbing events. If you do no like terror do not read. If you do then you only have yourself to blame.

Yamato POV

I watched intently as I watched another dark figure cross the hallway before my door. I'm just sitting on my pathetic dirty bed and watched dark figures cross the hallway everyday. At least twenty figures pass that hallway every hour and every time I see a figure I throw something at the door. Today I have nothing to throw at the door but I stare at the door with the deepest loathing. I really wanted to punch the next person that walked past my room. I couldn't though since no one ever walked into my room. I'm alone, always alone. Maybe being left alone is actually a good thing, at least in here.

Its funny how you could sit for hours glancing at a door for over sixteen hours but yet could barely remember what it is you were staring at. Sometimes I forget that I was staring at a door and suddenly you find yourself looking at a door that you did not recognize. Man, I'm staring at the door for so long now that even when I sleep I dream about staring at the door. My dreams had become increasing boring lately. I'm highly bored, highly upset, and highly unhappy. I want to go home and make more music with my band, I want my television, I want to see my boyfriend. I miss him a lot, haven't seen him lately, although I would love the chance. God, I hope he is still alive…

The door opens suddenly crashing with the wall, leaving a sharp imprint. For once I see one of the countless figures that walked pass my room and I was disturbed to say the least. The guy did not look like the deformed, psychopaths that I imagined them to be. He looked completely normal, well as normal as a guy could be with rotten teeth. He was very short though, maybe only 4'9-5'0 and appeared to Scottish. Well I think he is Scottish because he appears to be wearing a skirt. The guy also had red, long messy hair that was heavy with grease. But still he seemed normal, and had a sort of paternal aura to him. But I was not fouled. I knew that the only reason why he would come into my room would not benefit me any.

He stares at me and I stare straight back. If this is a game I would prove to him that I would win. He can't do anything to me, but I could do something to him. I was taller than him, he barely reached 5'0, and I reached 5'8. I felt unthreatened. Still I thought it would be better if I remain calmly on the bed, without making rash decisions. He smiled at me politely and walked around the room looking around, talking to himself. "Very nice coloring, I must add. How nice is the carpet? Wow it really is soft, isn't it? Very good, very good indeed!" I looked at him walking around inspecting my room which has gotten messier each day I have been stuck here for. I lowered my eyes and instead looked at my cottony red blanket that I use everyday. It was very warm, very beautiful. I need to purchase a blanket like this one when I get home. I hear his feet stop and I look up finding my eyes level with his eyes, and noticed instantly that one of his eyes were blind and the other eye had a nice shade of chocolate brown just like my boyfriend's eyes are.

"Hey, goldilocks. Nice room you have here." He said looking around once more.

I felt insulted at his nickname for me but chose not to bring it up. "What do you want from me?" I said with as much confidence as my intense boredom. He smiled up at me before replying just as bored, "I want you to sing to me." Oh, that's all you want. Doubt it, loser.

"That is all you want from me?" I laughed. I could do that easily.

"Oh, I knew you had brains boy. You know that is not what I want from you?"

I froze as different events ran though mead at what possibly he wanted from me. The only possible thing I could think of what they wanted from me was something I did not even want to speak out loud. But I did anyways, "Are you going to rape me?"

The guy laughed loudly and shook his head, "Sorry boy, I only do girls. I don't want to rape you." That made me feel better, I felt a little safer knowing that I was not going to be raped.

"Then if you are not going to rape me, what are you going to do?" I asked

I waited for the answer but he stayed silent. I asked him the question again but still he did answer. I was actually starting to get nervous. He just kept smiling and backed up silently as two other guys, taller and more muscular, advanced toward me….shit.

Taichi's POV:

How did they find out, how did they know Mimi came into my room yesterday. I felt nauseous as I notice that whatever I would say would result in a terrible outcome. What would happen to us, has are plan failed already? I look at the guy holding me, very tall, buff, and intimating. I heard myself curse softy looking away from him and instead concentrated on the broken wood on the middle of the floor that I tripped on earlier.

The man spoke and I could smell his rancid breath and I could clearly see his brown, yellow teeth. It really disgusted me and I found myself trying not gag. "Listen, I know that girl crawled her fat ass over to your room last night and I want to know how she did. So tell me now or else someone is going to lose their skinny legs." I frown slightly at him but I did not speak, I couldn't tell them. This is probably the only chance of escaping. I could not tell them, regardless of what they do. I would stay brave like my boyfriend would do; I have to stay brave for him.

So instead I smile at him, it was a nervous, small smile but it was still a smile none the less. "Mimi did not go into my room yesterday; I was alone like I have been for how ever long you kept me here." Yes I'm not afraid of you guys, I have a way out, I now have hope and you are not going to take that away from me. I'm not afraid of you anymore.

"I don't think you understand what we are saying, Taichi. We know that Mimi went into your room yesterday and we will do anything to anyone to find what how. Also I'm very interested in figuring out what exactly you guys discussed yesterday. I know you guys were talking about something that is both stupid and pointless. So tell me now and I promise that we will not kill Mimi or you. So do yourself the favor and tell us now." I look up at the man and noticed that his voice was panicky and discourteous. And I found part of myself wanting to give in, in hope of saving both Mimi and my life. But part of me was wise enough to realize that no matter what he said it would not save Mimi and my life.

You fucking bastards, this is all a game to you. You think I have not figured you guys out yet. Do you actually believe that I will respond to you? No mater what you do I will not give in. Apparently they were getting impatient with me because they both moaned. The guy still holding me up threw me to the ground and went over to the other guy. They both whispered to each other in a heated conversion that I probably do not want to know what they were discussing. I feel fear crawling though out my body as they both started laughing. "Okay you little mother fucker we will leave you for now." With that they both walked out leaving me alone once more.

I stayed there on the floor numbly looking back at the door. They knew, somehow they found out. How, did Mimi snitch, afraid of possible death? But then if she snitched then she would have told them everything not just that she found her way to my room, she would also told them what they were planning. But then there is the possibility that maybe they found out a different ways. Maybe they peeped though a hole in the wall or they could have heard the whispers of two separate people, but then how did they know it was Mimi. Even if they peeped though a hole in the wall they would not be able to see anything. So how did they know it was Mimi, where they just guessing who it were in my room? I'm I thinking too much about this?

I'm just afraid of what's going to happen now. Is Mimi going to die, I'm I going to die? I look around the dark room for a minute trying to find any holes in the wall but all I saw was grey. Enough to see shapes and outlines but nothing else. Not bright enough to pick out any holes. I look up at the ceiling for a minute recalling a movie that I watched about someone stalking another person, putting a camera in the home…that's it! I'm so stupid, I never even thought about before. They must have cameras in these rooms. But if there is a camera in my room how will they be able to see, the room is in complete darkness. Then it hits me again and I smile. It must have night vision. But if they have a camera in the room and saw Mimi come into the room then how come they couldn't understand what we were talking about. Maybe it was because we were talking in Japanese. Yes it would be hard for someone to know what someone had said in a foreign language that they do not know. And he couldn't bring a person into the place to translate the tapes because we are kidnapped and he would recognize us, at least Mimi.

Then again maybe it has nothing to do with talking in Japanese. I mean how do I know that they do not know how to speak Japanese. I mean I know English, hell I even know Spanish so anything is possible. Maybe they only have the video camera but the camera has no noise. So maybe they say Mimi and me talking but could not hear anything we said to each other. This means there is still hope, as long as Mimi does not break! Everything will be okay. But unfortunately that means that they will be watching our rooms more closely so we will not be able to find a way to escape easily. This can really destroy our plan. Oh god I hope it does not destroy our plan. It's our only way out of here.

If there is a camera in this room I must be able to find it. But the problem is the camera can be anywhere, in the floor, the walls, the ceiling, in the door. I mean this can take me the rest of my life to find one camera, not to mention that there could be four or five different cameras in just this own room. There is a good chance that Mimi's room also had cameras, so what chance would they have of escaping. Even if Mimi and me could escape how were they suppose to find where the others are before the kidnappers found out. Damn I really feel useless, like I failed miserably and because I failed all my closest friends and myself are going to die in this place.

I start feeling around for anything weird in the room that could hold a camera. But the problem with finding a camera is that with new technology, cameras could be really small, the size of a needle. How am I supposed to find a camera that is the size of a needle? But I can't give up, I have to find the cameras and destroy them so it could be easier to escape. What do I do now? I could waste all my time looking for a camera I could never find or I could collapse on the floor and cry until I pass out. At least the first option would give me the feeling of being useful. I really wanted to escape though the trapped doors again but that was too risky with my kidnappers where on to me.

I felt around for a while, looking around on the floor as well as the walls but could not find anything that could be a camera. Feeling a little bit at a loss I sank to the floor and began running everything in my head. The car crash, the bizarre dreams, the hidden cameras, why did this happen to us? One thing is for certain if I lived though this I'm never going to America again. Who are my captures and what do they want from me?

I looked up as the door slams open and a new person who I never saw again walked in slowly, somehow I knew he was someone important. He looked at ease and did not think that I could be a threat to him. He held something in his hand and I could tell by the way he was holding it that it was something he values. I tried to give him I best glare but he only looked amused.

I expected him to hit me, I expected the object in his hands to be a gun, I thought I was going to die. Instead he threw the object at me and it landed inches away from me. I numbly insect the object and noticed to main things about it. One: Whatever it was was wrapped up in a towel. Two: The towel was bloody, which meant that I did not want to know what is in the towel. It was really a test for me to gain enough courage to unwrap the towel. At first I was planning not to open the towel. Leave whatever was wrapped up in the towel in the towel; I had to admit I was afraid to open it.

Taking a leap of faith I slowly unwrapped the towel and immediately felt nauseous. A tongue, a human tongue laid comfortably in the bloody towel. My body stiffens as I looked the tongue over. It was very pale, almost white now. The clean cut that separated the tongue from its owner seemed to indicate that a knife was used. I look up at the deliver who smiled rudely back at me. "A gift to you, my young prisoner,'' he joked and picked up the tongue and shoved it in face, "do you want to know how someone without a tongue screams? Its quite amusing, quite exciting. They make a lot of small howls and inaudible noise. What's even more exciting is seeing their faces in so much pain. Their faces always get white and their cheeks always turns deep read. To bad that you missed it, you would have died."

I froze as he hands me a picture and I look at the tongue in terror. I felt so mad and so violent, I wanted to kill him. He sneaked closer to me so are faces are so close that I could see his nasal hairs. He spoke really quietly to me and spoke in a warm friendly voice but his words were anything but friendly, "We gave you a chance to tell us what that girl and you were talking about. We warned you that if you did not tell us then someone was going to be hurt. Well we kept our promises didn't we? And now you are forced to remember that you caused someone to lose their tongues. That someone will forever hate you now and that torture is better than any we can give you." He picked up the tongue again and started to play with the tongue. And when I opened my mouth to respond he shoved the tongue inside my mouth and forced me to close my mouth. "Eat it" He ordered, I shook my head as I tried to open my mouth. "Eat it pansy, come on, EAT IT!" He covered my nose then giving me no way to breathe. "You are going to eat it boy or you will die. And you don't want that to happen do you?" I felt tears in my eyes as I started to chew the tongue. I almost threw up a couple of times but I managed to choke down all of the tongue. He smiled up at me as my body jerked trying to shallow my rising throw up. The taste was disgusting and the fact that I had to eat a raw tongue was plain out wrong.

Before I had a chance to keep down all of the tongue he picked me up by my shirt and started to drag me out of the room. I started crying out loud thinking that they were going to kill me. Instead they lead me into a large room, a room that looked as if it came out of a hospital. I stood still as he tied me to a chair near the back of the room. We stayed like that for at least a couple of hours. I was still trying to hold in my throw up as I noticed that the tongue probably came from Mimi. They probably cut her tongue out as a way of repaying us for planning a breakout.

I heard the screams before they came into the room. Another of our capturer held Mimi in his arms. Mimi clearly had her tongue as she kept screaming. I did notice how her head was shaved as well as her eyebrows. I watched as the person who tied me up helped quiet Mimi suddenly. The guy who tied me up spoke first, "Last chance to tell us your plans. So please tell us." Mimi shook her head and looked as if she was going to spit at them. I found myself saying, "It will never happen. We won't tell you so give up."

They both raised their eyebrows at us and grabbed Mimi. "Okay then, if that is how you are going to be we have no choice." They tied Mimi to the bed instantly. Mimi started screaming again so loud that I cringed away. I turned my head and watched one of the people pick up a large black box. Fear rose up inside me as I saw the same person put on thick gloves and pulled out a large Scorpion, the guy carefully carried the Scorpion to the bed and lied the Scorpion down on Mimi's stomach. Mimi immediately stiffens and stopped even breathing as her eyes watched the Scorpion crawl up her chest. I stare at the Scorpion knowing that if nothing scared the Scorpion the Scorpion would not attack. One of the people lets name him "George" took his gun and fired it frightening the Scorpion. Both Mimi and I screamed as we watched the Scorpion's tail hit Mimi's neck. I struggled to free myself as I heard Mimi's screams intensify until suddenly her screams became broken and scattered. "George picked the Scorpion up and put it back in its cage and left the room leaving Mimi, the other guy "Allan" and me alone. I watched as her body started shaking, her eyes looking into mine very pleadingly. I would have told "Allen" our plans then but I knew it was too late. It would not save Mimi's life, nothing would. I hear one last little gasp from Mimi and then all was still. I knew, I just knew she was gone. I screamed in anger and frustration and I saw "Allen" strip Mimi of her clothing and carry her over to a bathtub of bleach. I had to watch as he washed her down, took an axe and dragged her out of the room, to where I have no idea. I knew I killed her and caused someone to lose their tongue. God I wished I was dead.

Done….that was a disturbing chapter to write. If anyone who read this feels disturbed sorry. It was not my intention. Oh can anyone guess who the tongue belonged to? Do you believe it was one of the digi-destined tongues or another victim? Oh, the story gets darker. The polt has just erupted

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