Chapter 20 : Murderer

Yamato

I was numb. I had known it would happen sooner or later. But I was still numb. I guess I didn't want to believe it. Two weeks ago, my life was normal. School, band practice, fangirls, friends, a concert here and there. Normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then some cruel, powerful being took my life crumpled it up and threw it the fire. It burns.

The past week so many things happened. My brother is murdered. Everyone tries to lie to me and say everything will be alright. I get sent to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist pisses me off. I leave. I follow my friends as they try to find me. I get pissed off even more at them. Especially Mimi. She still angered me. Cause and effect. Chain reactions. Landed me in the jailhouse to wait for a trial. Then some more weird shit happened.

~Flashback~

"Aren't you Ishida Yamato? The Digidestined?" he asked. I blinked. That was the last thing I had expected. For a jailbird to recognize me. And I didn't recognize him. "Who wants to know?" I snarled. The other laughed, harshly, his laughter made me uneasy. "Doesn't matter what my name is, I'm not important like you, just some streetkid that got busted for stealing." was his reply. Why was I important? I just stared at him.

"So, what are you in for, Ishida? This is the last place I expected to find a guy like you. A digidestined." My mixed feelings were pushed away my new questions of confusion. Who the hell was this guy? How the hell did he know me? And so much about me? What did he want from me? "None of your buisness." I hissed, trying to be as unfriendly as possible. Maybe he'd leave me alone them. No fuckin' luck.

"Touchy. Really, what happened? You had a hit concert last week, everyone loves you, now your in jail? Sounds like an interesting story to me. And if you don't tell me, I'd find out sooner or later from someone anyway." the stranger said. I cursed him in my head. Why can't he see I didn't feel like talking? I seriously did not feel like answering his question,...so I tried to change the subject.

"How did you know I was a digidestined?" I asked. I felt better to be on the other side of the interrogation. I studied the other guy's face. It was dirty, smudged with blood and dirt...weird. Blood and dirt. For stealing? I don't think so. His light brown hair was spiked up in the front, but lack of gel had made it curve downward again. His hair was also dirty, blood and dirt again. My suspicious were rising.

"Doesn't everyone know? Or did the whole Myotismon thing from 5 years ago go completely unnoticed? I find that rather weird. You digidestined only saved the whole wide wonderful world from digital domination." I blinked several times. My memories of the events that happened so long ago had grown fuzzy as I didn't like to think back too often. I guess I was in a mild form of shock or something, cuz I just stared at him. With all the other shit going on in my life, this was simply unexpected.

I finally gathered my senses, "Well then you must be the only one to remember." I mumbled. "Soon I will be the only one to remember." his tone changed so suddenly. Wicked, evil, twisted. I glanced up. He was grinning his head off, not a nice grin either. I stared at him some more. "What the hell are you talking about?" He started snickering.

"The digidestined, saved the world, they're heros! Heros! Everyone loves them..." The jailbird was laughing, a mocking laugh. The wheels in my head were fucking slow. What the hell was going on? "Everyone loves them...Taichi, Sora, Koushirou, Jyou, Mimi, Yamato, Hikari...Takeru...But little TK ain't with us no more is he? Heheheheh..." My mind snapped back at the name, so suddenly.

I glared, I didn't know what my expression was, I hoped it looked threatening. "Oh! You must be surprised I know about your little brother dying. It wasn't in the media." I just kept glaring. Who was this guy? How did he know!? How did he know?! My surprise got the best of my logic. His face was taunting, evil,..."C'mon Ishida, you're so slow..." he sneered, still laughing. "Eight young kids save the world from destrustion, from the creatures of a digital land. Each little kid had his own digi-monster, la la la la la laaa....hey Digimon, digimon..monster friends of da girls and boys,...hey digimon, digimon..."

"Shut the fuck up I'm trying to think!" I screamed at him. I was fusterated. Something just wasn't clicking. I knew something was wrong here. I ran a hand through my hair, think Matt think. He knows your a digidestined. He seems to not like the digidestined. He lied to you about why he was in jail. He knows Takeru is dead. He knows too much. Why does he know so much!? "Poor Yama...can't piece it together...hey, Digimon, digimon...heheheheh..." his voice seemed to echo in my head...

He hates the digidestined. He knows about us all. He knows TK is dead...//He is the murderer// Four words. Simple message. Perfect answer. I could feel my heart skip a dozen beats and pound harder. I stared at the guy in the other cell. Blood on his face, blood on his clothes, blood in his hair. Dried blood. Takeru's blood.

"You killed my brother." I inhaled sharply, staring at him. He smirked, "Took you long enough." I felt the anger bubble up again. My reaction hadn't been as I expected, I was calm...sort of. Calmer than I had ever thought I could be. I was standing before Takeru's killer. The murderer I had sworn I'd take down. Anger. Anger was good. Anger was safe. Anger...rage...hatred...fury..."Why? What did he ever fuckin' do to you?" My voice quivered, shaking, unsteady.

The killer laughed; "Tut, tut, Ishida, watch your language." he was taunting. Rage..fury...hatred...it was overpowering...no, Yama...don't let your feelings get the best of you...I was pleading with myself, I know I could be very irrational and stupid when I was blinded with anger...but all sense was slipping away. I was standing a few feet away from my brother's murderer or Pete's sake! "What did he ever do to you?" I repeated, growling.

He laughed again, "It's not what he did, it's who he is. The wonderful digidestined...loved by all..." This voice was evil, the bloodthirsty, disgusting, morbid freak. I had contained myself enough, the bastard didn't have a good fuckin' reason. And I'm through with it. I had no weapon but my bare hands, and there was a wall of bars between us. But anger and rage blinded me, all reason was lost. It was a small miracle in the first place that I was able to last this long. I lunged.

I collided with the bars that seperated us, my arms reached out, grabbing, clawing. He easily avoided me of course, I couldn't get to him. I started cussing him out, my voice rang out and echoed in the empty cells around us. I screamed, I yelled, I cried out until my voice became hoarse. My arms flailed about, reaching for him. He just backed away and laughed at me. "S'no use Ishida, you can't get me..." I growled at him.

"...But I can get you, heheheheh..." he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. I paused, confused. How the fuck did he get keys? How long has he been here anyway? WHY wasn't he in a prison somewhere locked up for murder!? WHY!? He calmly walked over to the door of his cell, unlocked it, then came to the door of my cage. He smirked. "You wanna piece of me?"

I clenched my fists, I clenched my teeth, my muscles tighten, ready for a fight. Slowly the murderer unlocked my cell, he put the keys back into his pocket. His grin never vanished, it just hung there plastered to his face. He stepped into my cell and closed the door behind him, "Come and get it." I didn't move, I was frozen in place. I wanted to go at him, but something was still bothering me. He was all too confident, sure he was maybe a year my senior, but that was all in physicalness...did he have a concealed weapon?

How did he have the keys? Why was he still in a local jailhouse for murder? Or maybe the police didn't know he was the murderer, and he was in here for something else. My hesitation let him attack first. He launched himself forward and landed a punch on my stomach. I lurched forward and some spit flew from my mouth, but I wasn't stopped so easily. Not after all the shit I've been through. I mirrored him and sent my own fist into his gut. Then I leaped backwards a bit to avoid attack.

"Not bad, Ishida." the nameless stranger hissed, he bolted forward and aimed a kick. I blocked with my arm, and launched my other one at his face. He grabbed my fist with his hand and pushed me backwards. I stumbled into the wall, then leapt forward again before he could react. I slugged him hard in the jaw and some blood flew free from his mouth. This angered him, and he knocked me hard on the side of the face with the backside of his hand.

Again, I took a step back. He glared at me, and wiped the blood from his mouth, "Not bad at all, better than little Takeru anyway." He knew this would anger me. It worked. How had he murdered TK? Why had my brother's arm been so severed? I lunged. I was inches from him when he drew out a knife. Shiny, silver, deadly blade. He grinned, and brought the weapon forward. I knew had something hiding.

My reaction was fast, but he managed to slice off some of my hair. Long Golden blonde locks fell to cold concrete floor. "Aww, I'm sorry, Ishida, did I get your hair? I meant to get your face!" He brought the knife forward again, I leapt back, he slashed my shirt. The blade had pierced my skin, but it wasn't too deep. Even so, blood began to gush out. He kicked me in the chest, the force threw me into the back wall once again.

He thrusted the blade towards my arm, I rolled and he stabbed my pant leg. The bastard laughed. I struggled to free myself, I ended up tearing off my jean leg up to my knee. Damn. He kicked me in the face, bruises and blood. I cried out a bit, he laughed some more. He reached down and grabbed my shirt collar. "You can't beat me, Digidestined." He held me up, high above his head. Damn. Either he was fuckin' strong, or I was fuckin' scrawny. I bet on the second on.

He pocketed his knife again, then brought his fist up to my face. The punch hit my eye, I was blinded. He threw me into the wall and kicked me some more. The pain was immense. My head felt like it was going to explode from the inside. My cheek was bleeding, and so was the gash on my chest. Soon, my lip was bleeding, and several bruises on my body were as well. My eye swelled black and throbbed with pain.

When my brother's killer was done, he laughed some more, called me pathetic, then left my cell. The goddamn police hadn't heard any of the fight had they? They had probably already left. It was late Monday night, why should they stay? The night shift was probably asleep. I lay there in my cell, my body beaten, my hopes broken. I had confronted TK's killer and lost.

No, I can't give up,...I have to do this for Takeru...had to. Maybe not now,...but later. Later. I'll get him. And kill him. Right now,...sleep would be nice. I had no guarntee that I wouldn't be slaughtered in my sleep, but I was just too tired. I drifted off.

When I awoke, all the pain expierenced last night rushed back at me. Everything ached, the position I slept in didn't help. I was curled up in the corner of my cell, half of me was under my cot. My left eye was swollen, I kept it closed and prayed it would get better. The last thing I needed was to be blind in one eye. I sat up, and examined myself. My other jean leg had a hole in the knee, my clothes in general were tattered and torn, and smeared with blood. My hair was a mess, worse than it had ever been. My face was covered with dirt and cotted blood. I had nothing to clean myself with, and I didn't bother trying.

I glanced at the other cell, my tormentor wasn't facing me. He was leaning against his cot, facing the wall. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. I just sat there, staring at him with hatred. I didn't know what time it was, there were no windows in my cell. Cruel and unusual punishment. I wanted to see sunlight.

Some time later, a police came in with two dishes of food. He didn't even glance at us. Or notice my condition. Perhaps he didn't care. I left one dish in my cell and the murderer's. The whole time he was here, neither me or the other moved. When he had gone, I still didn't move. Moving required strengh I didn't have. Moving caused my body to hurt more. Everything hurt. My head, my arms, my face, my legs, my chest, my heart. I had failed my brother this time. Again. I hadn't been there to prevent his death, and I couldn't kill his killer. Would he forgive me?

TK's murderer stirred, he glanced over at me and smirked. He then turned his attention to the food, he scarfed his rations down, then looked at me. "You gonna eat your's?" he laughed. I didn't reply. I didn't feel very hungry anyway, all I felt was pain and anger. He laughed some more, grabbed my dish, brought it between the bars between us, then ate it as well.

I stayed in the corner of my cell the whole week. I didn't at all except when the police came to escort us to the bathroom three times a day. And everytime I moved, I hurt. I had a hard time at first, then gradually I just became numb. I didn't show my pain, I didn't show my emotions, I didn't show anything. Everyday, the bastard in the cell next to mine took my food. Each time I made no attempt to stop him, even if I did feel a bit of hunger. I wondered if he really had been sent here for stealing and would be released soon.

I hoped not. It'd make it harder for me to find him again. When Friday came, I guess I was anxious. I wanted to see my friends I suppose, but in the back of my head I knew that I would only feel anger if I did see them. Everything triggered the anger within me. Everything....

~End Flashback~

So I was going to an aylsum. Away from everything. Maybe I'll have a chance to plan escape, my finding TK's murderer, and killing him. Maybe. If I didn't go insane first. I was starting to question my sanity. Maybe I was insane. I had done not so normal things the past week. What did it take to go insane?

I was escorted into a car. I looked up the window, my parents were there, crying. My friends were there crying. Mimi's parents were there, emotionless. Tai had tried to help me during the trial. So did Mimi, even though she spoke truthfully. They all did I suppose. But I was one who was quick to anger, slow to forgive. Not a good thing. But I can't change who I am. A fucked up teen. There's nothing I can do, but follow the path I've chosen to take. And live my miserable life. I was a slave of my own creation. A slave of existence.

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