Chapter 13 : Killer
Mimi
I hadn't been listening to the conversation between my
friends. Wasn't interested, really. I cared about Yamato, just
like everyone else. But I just wanted to go home! Was that so
hard to understand? I mean, it's dark out, it's cold out, the
weather is still stormy, and plus it's Monday night! I have
school tomorrow and SO need my beauty rest!
Why couldn't we search for Matt tomorrow? That's like 10 hours
from now. What difference is that going to make? If Yama really
wanted to run away. he'd be long gone. If not, why not wait til
tomorrow!?
Taichi and Jyou were fighting. Wow. I guess with Yamato gone,
Tai's getting angry at Joe. I sniffled, no one noticed. Hikari
kept jerking around, looking behind her back. It unnerved me, and
I wasn't feeling so good either. It kept getting colder and
colder. Wind blasted against my face. "UG! Why can't I go
home?! I don't want to look for Yamato! Why can't he just face
the facts!? Takeru's DEAD! He can't bring him back!" I
shrieked. But no one paid much attention to me. My hair flew off
in different directions. I wanna go home...!!
Then Joe knocked Taichi into the street. I was surprised, I
hadn't expected them to get that bad...and if it had, I
wouldn'tve thought Tai to get violent first...I gasped. A car was
coming, the next few moments were a blur. Someone shrieked.
Someone called out Taichi's name. The car honked. There was a
thump as someone hit the ground, the noise as the car whizzed by
was loud. It also pushed a blast of wind in my direction. My hair
went wild and flew up all around me, blocking my vision.
I heard my friends call out Tai and Sora's name, then I heard
them run off. I felt a presence behind me suddenly, rough hands
grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I instinctively let
out a small shriek. But a leather glove clasped my mouth shut
before the sound could escape. I struggled, but it didn't do any
good, I was pulled into the bushes.
My captor held one hand around my waist, and one over my mouth.
He dragged me some distance away, I couldn't tell, there was hair
in my face. Who's got me? Why me? Was this Takeru's murderer? Was
I next? I'm too young to die. Please no. No..no...no...no...let
me go!!
After some time, we stopped moving. I was pressed against a brick
wall, the area we were in smelt bad, smoke-ish. A gloved hand was
still pressed against my mouth, and another hand pinned my
shoulder to the wall, not allowing me to escape. Then I saw my
captor's face. Yamato?
His face was smeared with dirt. It was hard to tell if some of
the splotches were bruises or dirt. His blonde hair looked almost
brown, also smudged with dirt. There were a few bush branches in
his hair as well. It looked horrible. I used to admire his hair a
lot...his eyes were intense blue, glittering with anger and hate.
I was terrifyed.
Why has he taken me here? Why me? What did he plan to do with me?
"If I uncover your mouth, you promise not to scream?"
he growled. I nodded violently. Matt removed his dirty glove from
my mouth. I shrieked: "AIIEEEE!! MATT LET ME GO I--"
his hand moved back suddenly, with such force that me knocked my
head hard against the brick wall. I groaned in pain.
"I'm not playing with you Mimi, shut up, or I'll kill you
now!" he snapped. I was shaking with fear. Was he planning
to kill me? Oh please, no...why? Why? Why are you doing this
Yamato? Why me? Hasn't there been enough death already?
No..no...no..no...!! "Now...you're not going to scream this
time, UNDERSTAND!?" he asked. I nodded again, this time I
meant it. I did NOT want to upset him more, my life may depend on
it...don't kill me...don't kill me...! I need to live to see the
prom!
He removed his hand again, slowly this time. Cautious. I gasped
for breath, I realized I was sweating. My hair was damp, this
made me even colder. I looked at Yamato, he was wearing his
clothes from the old days in the Digiworld: A green sleeveless
shirt and jeans. But they looked horrible. All of the clothes had
rips and tears in them, chunks of dirt, grass stains, I squinted.
Blood? Blotches of dark red was smeared across his jeans.
Shouldn't he be cold?
"W-W-What do you w-want w-with muh-me...M-Matt?" I
chittered, I was freezing. "You don't deserve to live."
Yamato replied, his voice was ice, smooth and cold. His face
expressed anger, frozen anger. A cold fire. Unique. No time to
admire that now. "W-W-What d-do you m-mean?" I
squeeked. "Let me quote you," he snarled; " 'It's
too cold, can't we search tomorrow?" I whimpered. "You
don't care about me do you? You don't care about your friends.
You only care about yourself. You'd rather sit at home by the
fire than come out here in the cold and look for me, wouldn't
you?" I didn't reply.
"What if it were Takeru out here now instead of me?" he
asked; "You'd still stay home wouldn't you? What if you knew
a psycho killer was out here as well? And Takeru out there with
him? You still wouldn't stayed home. It's too cold!" I could
feel his anger go up. "You don't care about him! You'd
rather let him be KILLED than go out there in the cold!" I
all but yelled in my face.
"I-I'm o-out h-here n-now aren't I-I?" I muttered, and
regreted it immdieately. "WHY are you out here?! Because
Taichi asked you to be! If he hadn't asked, what would you have
done?! Stayed HOME! You have know real caring for anything! Only
yourself! Selfish! You don't deserve to live!!!" he cried.
He used his freehand and reached down, he revealed a knife. A
dagger. oh god...
He's going to kill me...! He's going to kill me! I struggled,
Yamato's hand had been at my shoulder for a while now and he
wasn't putting as much force into pinning me. I broke free for a
moment. A short moment. Matt quickly grabbed me again, re-pinned
me, and pressed the blade of the knife to my throat. Oh god..oh
god..I'm not ready to die yet! I didn't dare breathe, my
vulnerable throat quivered, pressing lightly against the blade.
"Do you have any last words, Mimi?" Yamato growled, he
retreated the blade a few inches. I tried my luck. "You're
abandoning you friends, your familly, everything you had, for
yourself, //you're// being selfish you--" the blade inched
forward again. "Don't tell me what I'm doing, bitch. I know
what I'm doing. I don't deserve to live either. But I need to
stay alive to avenge TK." he then smiled. A twisted, demonic
smile I had never before seen on his face. "When I have. You
can come back and kill me, ok, Mimi?"
"P-please...stop..Matt! You don't have to--" I started
again. "Don't beg for mercy, spineless filth! I don't need
this!" he cried out in rage. "You die! You die! I'll
meet you in Hell!!" he screamed. He was losing it. His azure
eyes were wide, his iris was huge and the blue was a faded grey
color. "You will die, Mimi!" he lifed his knife up.
This was it then..isn't it? I haven't a chance. This is the end.
I wasn't expecting his for another 60 years at least...oh
god...Yamato started to bring the knife down..........
© Kiriska