Sora's Farewell, part 1

I had delayed writing this chapter because I was thinking of actually thinking about taking this story off I really did not know how much people actually liked this story and I had a lot of stuff I had to do. But after about a month of thinking about pulling the plug on this story I decided to finish it. Basically I have some good ideas for this story and as soon as I get rid of about half the cast in this story the story will move a lot smoother and a lot more suspenseful and sicker. So I have decided to keep writing this story. Same warnings apply: death, blood, gore, cussing, yaoi…what ever else might happen that I have not yet talked about. Sorry I just got done Hills have Eyes and Texas Chainsaw and Saw I-III. So this chapter may be a little intense. I don't recommend this story for anyone under the age of 17 of course if you want to read the chapter anyways I have no problems with it.

I don't own digimon and that is probably a really good thing.

Ken, T.K., Kari, Yolei, and Cody might show up later in the story but it would be very small.

This chapter includes character death, (Point to the chapter title), gore, some graphic scenes, cussing, and torture. If you don't like that type of thing you should probably run away as fast as you can screaming loudly, or just simply turn the back button on your computer. I'll let you chose what you want to do. If you do like that type of stuff, hopefully this chapter can live to your standards. If not I really don't give a rat's ass. You can just be disappointed. Happy readings. If you like Sora don't worry almost everybody will die too. It is just Sora is the person to really bring in torture into the story. So she is really important. No? Accept spelling ad grammar mistakes because there will probably be some. I'm not a perfect writer, sorry.

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I'm going to die. I knew it, they had told me so. I have to accept it. I would probably be dead on a couple of days; surely I only have a week left at best. They told me I was going to die; they showed me how they were going to kill me. I know what to except, I know how they going to kill me and I know why they are waiting to kill me. The way he whispered at me, the way the guy held me, squeezing me against the machine, keeping me as still as a mummy. They even told me how they are going to get away with it, how they are going to be able to kill me and hide my body well enough where no one will ever find me.

I have to stop waiting for my friends to save me. I have to find my own way out of here. I have to get out of here, would I have enough time to find my friends? Are they even still alive? I look around my small cubicle of a room without much thought. The room was cold although warm enough to keep me from freezing, but cold enough to freeze my fingers and hands well enough to where they are slowly starting to turn blue. I have not been ale to stand up for a long time now though lack of energy. Somewhere there is a way out of here and I will find it, I swear I will find out. I need to just keep faith and find a way out, find a way out with or without my friends.

I tried to stand slowly with much struggling and rested upon the wall directly behind me, catching my breath slowly. Now that I'm standing I could see that the room was much bigger than I ever excepted it was. As I stood kneeling against the wall I could see objects, small and big though out the floor. I slowly peeled myself off the wall and tried walking as close to the wall as possible. I took it really slow. I had too, I had no other option. The room was really cold and as I walked the temperature had dropped another five degrees, and then another ten degrees. It was getting so cold in the room that I could barely continue moving, my fingers starting to turn black from the intense coldness. That was not good, fingers are not supposed to turn black; they are not even supposed to turn blue. I choke back a small shiver as I continued moving. I had to get out of here. There must be a door here somewhere; even if the door is locked there must be a lock. I realized after taking twenty steps that the room was much bigger than I thought. It went straight and then continued on going right. I hesitated at the corner throwing myself against the wall excepting some monster to be in the hallway waiting for me, smelling my hot blood and becoming aggressive from the intense hunger and greed. I turned my body to the right and closed my eyes tightly ready for the monster to get me, I could almost feel the monster licking me, tasting me, testing to see if I'm worthy enough to become his prey.

I opened my eyes and looked around no one was in this hallway, it was empty. But I could make out how this hallway was curbed slowly going left at the end. What is this, a maze? I thought as I started walking down this hallway which was probably colder then my cubicle was. Finally I took the left turn excepting to find the door but only found another hallway peeling right at the end. God damn it. If I start back at my cubicle I'm going to lose it. I walked down that hallway too, using the wall to keep me standing, to help me continue walking down this dreaded hallway. I turned right finding another hallway, although, this time the hallway was darker, not exactly black, but the light here was dull.

I had to turn left at the end finding another hallway this time a little darker then the one before. I could barely make out the wall as I walked and I could barely see the shadows around the room. Terrifying shadows that danced off walls. I could scarcely make out something in the middle of the room. It was hanging off the floor by about three inches, it was rotating slowly in a circle, and slightly I could hear the squeaking every time the thing moved. The shadows continued to dance around the room, long fingernails sneaking around the hallway in front of me. Bony fingers came next, the flesh so fine that you would except on cut would expose the finger's bone. I ducked into the hallway I just came from, getting as close to the wall as possible while at the same time making sure I was able to look into the hallway, holding my breath.

I watched as slowly a hand came into the hallway where that thing was still in the middle of the room. The nasty skinny hand gave way to a nasty looking arm which was covered in cuts that oozed with yellow and green puss. The puss dripped to the ground sounding like a running sink. A chest came into view, the exposed breast sagging, the tips black. The stomach so full of cuts and bruises that you would have thought that someone had cut open the whole stomach to the point where you can almost see her organs. Her head exposed all types of odd looking cuts, her eyebrows fully shaved off; one of her eyes was dripping with puss and blood. Her hair was raggedly, so fully wrapped in tangles that the only thing she could do was chop her whole hair off and start all over again. Her legs where different. There where fine, no cuts, no bruises, nothing. But between her legs you can clearly see a deep cut that probably hurt like crazy. She looked like she was a victim not a kidnapper. Should I try to help her or should I wait and see if she really is a victim or not.

She came into the center of the room where the thing was still evaluated above the floor. She paused next to the thing had started talking in gibberish to herself. It sounded as if she was arguing with herself over something that I did not understand. Then I saw the axe in her other hand. The small, rusted, bloody axe was raised high above her head and she swung it connecting with something that made a awful sound and the object dropped to the floor hard, hitting the ground with a terrifying bang. She looked over the thing that I was still unable to see what it was as she laughed at the thing and spit on the object. Then she kneeled over the object and for a while nothing happened. Then at least I heard the sound of water running and started to look around for some sort of sink. It hit me hard; there was no sink around here. That woman was peeing on the object. She was peeing for a very long time, probably for around two minutes. I stood there shocked wondering what was the thing she was peeing on and how could she do something like. I doubt the thing hanging was a toilet.

Maybe she is a victim who had gone mad from being here for so long. I mean anyone who is so cut up must be a victim, no? I mean is she a victim or is she a crazed axe murderer? Will it be okay for me to come out and talk to her or will she kill me right here. Before I could even make up my head I heard a noise behind me. I looked back and saw someone walking-no limping toward me, whimpering softy with each step that was taken. I could not tell who the person was but I could see the shine of the blade in the dimming light. Before I even thought about my actions I jumped out of the hallway toward the mad woman and the object on the floor. An object, when I got close to it, was a body shape, and I instantly stopped dead in my tracks. It was a person; the mad woman was peeing on a body.

The woman crossly looked up at me running toward me, blood on her face. It was only then that I noticed the gaping whole on the side of the corpse head. Oh my god, I looked up at her and saw her rotting teeth, so rotten that her teeth was dark yellow and all kind of stuff was hanging off her teeth, was covered in human skin. Oh shit, she is not a good person after all. She was peeing and eating someone. The body was so badly off that the left side of the face was without any skin. The skeleton stood out against the pale skin, and the eye was cut and the jelly was running down the skeleton getting stuck in cracks and holes of the skeleton. I could clearly see the brain of this person which was missing around half of it, little bite marks shown. But the hair…I knew that hair so well. It was brown with blond streaks on top. The person was really, really skinny, and the boots. Oh my god. No, no, no, it can't be…I won't allow it. But there is no denying who the person was.

"Mimi" I screamed as loud and as long as possible before jumping at the naked mad person who killed my friend. I punched her, and kicked her, and bit her as hard as I possibly could, pulling her disgusting hair as hard as she could. I kicked her in her crutch, between her legs; I squeezed her nipple rings with as much force as possible until the nipple rings where pulled off of her, her breast somehow bleeding even when her breast where totally black. She screamed so loudly and with so much intensity that I was afraid that someone would hear. I pushed my hand over her mouth as I continued to beat the shit out of her, that goddamn bastard killed my best friend. Then I felt another person holding me, pushing me off that son of a bitch motherfucker. I fell to the floor in a heap, banging my head on the wall painfully.

The guy who threw me off the woman was embracing her, hugging her and kissing her ugly fat greasy tangled hair of hers. He spoke with love to her in his gibberish language before changing to English.

"Did she hurt you dear?" He asked her nicely, warmly to the woman.

"She attacked me like the little slut she is." She responded walking over to me fastly. I looked at her coming at me and hoped that nothing would happen but I knew that was too much to ask. The first kick hurt the most when it connected to my stomach and I heard a crash that does not mean anything good.

I scream as I spit blood out and whimper as now the guy was going over to me too.

"Look at this little slut she is basically begging to be fucked, isn't she?" The guy said spitting on my face, his warm spit falling down my face. I gagged as I felt the spit reach my lips. I was still gagging as much as possible as I felt the guy upon me, licking my face his smelly salvia getting all over my face mixing in with my tears with his spit. I started to gag as I felt his hands touching my breast, pushing them up, squishing them softy. I moan softy against my will as tears run down my face again, despair and disgust was thrown upon me as I tried as hard as I could to kick him as hard as I could between his legs. It did not work so well. I only managed to hit him in his stomach which the woman backslapped me for.

"I don't know Kevin, maybe she wants something else. Huh, maybe she is a little hungry don't you think?" The woman said.

"Of course, how rude of me! I cant have sex with a woman with her on a empty stomach could I? That would be just awful of me. Honey go get the nice little whore some food wont you." Kevin gleamed at his wife.

The woman grabbed my hair hard and dragged me over to Mimi's dead body before throwing me hard upon her.

"There you go darling, plenty of meat for you to eat. But eat fast dear, the meat is only good for another three hours.

"No one you stupid bitch, they is no way I'm going to eat my friend." I screamed at her, spitting on her as much as possible.

When I saw the gun pointed at my head my mind changed dramatically. I still did not want to eat my friend but I also did not want to die. I put my face down by Mimi's half-eaten face and prepared to eat the flesh but Kevin pushed my head back up by my hair.

"Oh no, dear! I want you to first lick the skeleton clean." Kevin whispered in my ear. I looked at the part of her face which was skeleton. About how much salvia was on the skeleton, how the woman just spit was the part of the skeleton, how the woman earlier peed on the area. I almost gagged at the thought and would have been okay with facing the gun then having to do this.

"No, I can't do this." I whispered too traumatized to say anything else as sweat fell down my face.

"You lick that skeleton or I'll make one of your other friends lick your skeleton. Maybe I will start with your little pet, Izzy. Oh about your dream boy Taichi or maybe even his little toy who took Taichi from you. Then I can realize make Joe do it. Imagine Joe's face when he realized that not only did I have sex with his beautiful little girlfriend but also eaten her. Then to have him licking the skeleton clean, oh that will just be so perfect, so sweet, and so deadly. So what's your choice, love? You or your friends? He said looking at my straight in the eye.

I had no other choice; I did not any of my friends to go though this. I have to suck it up, I mean its not that bad, is it? I pushed my head downwards again but before I might skeleton my head was once again pulled away from the dead body. He then spit one more time before pushing my head quickly down until I meet skeleton. "Come on girl, lets hurry it up." He said as if he was really bored. I cried as I licked up all the pee, sweat, spit, and whatever else might have been added into the mix. Halfway though I started gagging but as I tried to move my head away from the corpse I found that I could not anymore. I was stuck to the corpse. I screamed and screamed and screamed until finally he let me go as I still screaming with pee and spit all over my face ran over to the nearest wall as fast as I could. Screaming as loud as I could, screaming for Izzy to help me, to save me. To bring comfort to me again.

I felt hands undressing me, I felt hands spread my legs apart as wide as they could go. I felt a man positioning himself and I screamed louder and louder with each passing second. The woman seeing me scream threw something in my mouth, meat I realized, and it was my best friend's meat. O my god, my best friend is in my mouth. I scream again as loud as I could as the guy enters me hard, really, really hard. I arch my back hard trying to pushing myself up, to get myself away from this goddamn piece of shit. It was no good. After he was done, I cried like I never cried before, and he, he just laughed. And her, she laughed too as she was touching herself, fully turned on by him raping me. He turned to her by then and slid his hands somewhere I could not see and she moaned and kissed his neck with so much passion.

This was my chance. I could escape. I could actually escape. I stood up painfully and quietly as possible as I tried to tiptoe away. Quiet sobs exciting my body as I tiptoed. I thought this might possibly have worked except for the fact that I stepped on something that made a crunching sound. The couple stopped their actions midpoint and toward to me and I ran, I ran faster than I ever ran before, well…kind of. I really did not run that fast because of the fact that I was in so much pain that I really thought that I would die.

He caught up with me first, he dragged me to the ground as I screamed and tried to fight him as much as possible. His wife caught up with us and brought something with her, it was a hammer. Before I even had time to think she swung the hammer as hard on both of my legs, crunching them in two spots. Then she hit me on my chest hard, successfully breaking some of my ribs.

"Oh, a trouble maker, this one is, huh. Will I know someone who would die to see you then," The woman said to me as she started to drag me by my legs down the many hallways, "It is a boy who really wants a friend. But oh, someone had got the poor lad's tongue, that poor lad."

I screamed in pain as she continued dragging me, Kevin looking really happy and satisfied led the way. Finally after forever he opened a door which surprised me. It was a light room and someone was huddled in a back corner, I could tell the person was shaking. When the person heard the door opening I could see him crawling farther back against the wall, no courage at all.

Kevin carried me into the room and dragged me over to the person and threw me harshly down as he walked out and locked the door behind him. "You have one hour in here. Only one hour and then my sweet the fun begins."

I look over at the figure that did not even look up at me, I wanted to speak to the figure but I was afraid that it will upset the person. Still I must attempt to speak to the person. "Hey, are you okay?"

The person moved his head up to see me but not up to me to see his face and then all of the sudden he threw his arms around me still shaking but not making a sound. I jerked backwards but I did not move, afraid if I moved the boy would become afraid and then retreat as far away as he possibly can. He finally let go of me without letting me see his face and started to write something in the dusty floor between us. They lied to me. That was it, the only thing that he wrote down.

"What do you mean they lied to you? Who lied to you? What did they lie to you? Why won't you talk to me?" I said looking back at the door, but then Kevin's words came into mind.

"Can you speak?" I asked him nicely. The boy froze before facing me and I froze in shock. I could not believe who it was.

"Oh my god." Was the only thing I could say as I looked upon his bloody and bruised face. He opened his mouth for me and I could clearly see where they cut half his tongue out of his mouth. Again he started writing in the dust. T-H-E-Y-W-A-N-T-E-D-T-O. They wanted to? They wanted to what? What is happening? What is going on?

He started to write again, only this time using four words. T-h-e-y-w-i-l-l-k-i-l-l-y-o-u. They will kill you. Jesus, they are going to kill me. Oh shit, what do I do, what do I do?

"What do I do?" I asked him but looking over at him I could see that he was sleeping. I stared at him for the rest of the hour crying my eyes out the door opened and I was dragged out again, this time going to a different room. They tied me to a table and they grabbed a scalpel and I closed my eyes. I'm going to die now…well at least I wont die by the other people hands….

I'm finished with this chapter. I was going to have Sora die in this chapter but I like Sora and I wanted to give her at least two chapters. Oh can anyone figure out who the mysterious people are in this story. The woman and the boy who lost his tongue. Don't say the the boy lost his tongue and the woman is married. If there is spelling mistakes in here sorry. I'm awful as spelling and grammar. O well, please leave a review. I always liked reviews. Oh Kevin and his wife is that the same people as the ones who kidnapped the bunch oh the one who told Sora that she was going to die. I hope people were not too confused. Sorry te chapter was so short, I'll try to write longer next time. Oh...was this chapter intense? I'm not really that sure if it was or not. Oh well I'll try next chapter…

Vote: Next chapter who do you want in the chapter, character wise and what do you want to happen to the parson? No one can say Sora that one is a given already.