Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Under Stress ❯ Time Bomb ( Chapter 6 )

Okay, this chapter will have someone die.... yes...
Character death!!!!!
You'll just have to guess who, cause I'm not telling!
This is Time Bomb, by good ol' Godsmack.
Oh, and by the way, as of yesterday, I don't own Digimon.

The icy wind tore under his spikes of hair and made his wet clothes cling.
Couldn't this Airdramon go any faster?

I am in a living hell,
makes me wonder if I'm alive.
Can't seem to bring myself
to figure out why.

The black curvature of the base appeared on the horizon, and the beast beneath him seemed to surge ahead faster. The worm wasn't talking, or whimpering, and he was so glad of it. Just one more thing to turn his mood.

The ringed creature pulled its wings back in long strokes, slowing itself to land on the deck of the overhang. Ken slid off, a slight smile curling at his lips. He'd lost a few more control spires, but they'd lost too. It was all strategy, right?
Something was flitting about in his mind, tainting the smirk. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Was he...? Did he...?
And he felt embarrassingly guilty.

The towering doors opened and the flying monster went dutifully to its cage. It didn't care what the battle today meant. It didn't know, or remember, much less care. Ken walked through shorter, though no less sinister and proud doors to the long and endless hallways he called home these days. Now, all he had to do was get a new change of clothes. And avoid Miyako.

I shove and I pull away
to the things that I call you every day.
I can't seem to break you down,
but I know I'll come around.

They'd grown so close after he'd apologized, she was like another limb. He moved her out of her stark quarters and into his own. She slept next to him every night, curled up against him, snoring softly. He needed her more than anything else in the world, but just as he'd never admit his weakness, he'd never tell the outcome of his afternoon battles. And she just couldn't see him now!

I feel your pins,
through my eyes,
piercing me.

Away from his precious control room screens, he had no idea where she was. The Kaiser kept his own footfalls light and his ears on alert for the footsteps of another.
"Hey Ken! You're back!"
No-

Lie down in all this piss,
you drink it from me every day.
I live in a world of shit,
been left here to die.

Sometimes I realize
my mind is meant to go away.
Never have I seen your god,
so why should I believe in faith?

She was kneeling on the floor, scrubbing away at a scuff mark - hardly making a sound. She still did cleaning and work around the compound, but only because Ken didn't want her bored and fiddling with his things. Besides, as long as no one forced her to, she didn't mind doing the light cleaning. It was better than staring at the walls, waiting for Ichijouji to return.
And then the questions came.
"What happened?" Behind her glasses, her eyes grew wide and scared. "Are you okay?"

I feel your pins,
through my eyes,
piercing me,
all the time.

The blood splattered across his jumpsuit had partially dried, but it was still wet in places. The drops in his hair that stuck the strands together and the smears across his face only served to make him more frightening.

Another time bomb.

"Yes, I'm fine." It was as monotone as he could spit out. But she didn't believe him, there was too much liquid for her to stop worrying. His entire left pant leg was soaked to repulsion, and while the blood on his torso had dried in large splotches, the ends of his cape dripped quietly.
"What happened?" she questioned again, standing up. Through his glasses, he forced himself to be angry and cold, staring her down.
"Nothing." The word slid out his throat snake-like, and she backed up a step to let him pass.

I am in a living hell,
makes me wonder if I'm alive.
Can't seem to bring myself
to figure out why.

Had he been quicker, that would've been the end of it. But no...
"The blonde boy-"
"QUIET!" That insufferable worm... He'd almost forgotten he was there, and he spun on a dime to scream at him as soon as he heard him speak. Old habits took over and the length of leather was taken from his pocket. The bug shut his eyes and mouth.

I shove and I pull away
to the things that I call you every day.
I can't seem to break you down,
but I know I'll come around.

Ken stood, whip twitching for another go, the hallway ringing with echoes. His teeth clenched, panting dangerously, only Miyako dared to move. She slowly dropped to her knees, scooping Wormmon into her arms. Lowering her face to his antennae, she whispered reassuringly.
"What did you say?" His sad, blue eyes opened, begging her not to make him say it again.
"The blonde boy, he..." Wormmon looked away, unable to continue. He was scared of Ken, even whilst being held by the one he whisperingly called 'angel'. And he couldn't - he just couldn't think about it again... He just couldn't...
She looked up at Ken, the horror in her eyes screaming for him to deny it.

What am I waiting for?

"What happened to Takeru? Is he okay?" Despite himself - despite how his insides cried - a small, evilly sarcastic smirk split his mouth.
"With this much blood, do you think he's okay?" No, no, no, no, no. Her mouth opened, gasping for air, gasping to keep the tears back. No, no, no.

I feel your pins,
through my eyes,
piercing me,
all the time.

"Is he d...?" Out of the corners of her eyes, tears spilt like the soap water no longer in it's bucket when he nodded once. No. She let go of Wormmon, holding her head in her hands and curling up against the wall. No, not TK.

Ken stood still and silent. He wanted to walk away from her quaking form and take these cold clothes off. He wanted to crouch down and hold her. But he did neither. He waited for her sobs to slow, waited for the questions that would invariably come.
"How?" Her eyes to the floor, it was a question, but not voiced as one. More as a demand. How? How could one of them be dead? How did it happen? How would things be from then on? He sighed heavily, leaning up against the opposite wall. This was going to be painful.

Never find the time to find another place,
I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it every day.
You never look at me now,
You never look me in the face,
I'm a time bomb, yeah!

"How? Well, lemme tell ya. Your wonderful friends were taking down my control spires again, and hm... I decided to go out and stop them." His voice was playful and sardonic, and it cut her like a scythe. But he couldn't help himself. "Little Takeru was being all macho per usual, and jumped me. Me! He dropped onto my Airdramon and knocked me off. My shoulder still hurts like a son of a bitch. Then he pins me to the ground and starts throwing punches. It was so immature, I was embarrassed beyond belief." His tone dropped to sharp and icy. "So do you know what I did? I kicked that little fucker off me. Seems he didn't even consider how much it would hurt if I ever retaliated, and he curled up into a little ball, holding his sides and going 'ooh, ooh, ooh'. Moron didn't even see the DarkTyrannomon coming. SPLAT!" His hands came together and his mouth split in a smirk, animating the moment for her. "Little pieces of dear Takeru everywhere."
"STOP!" Miyako jumped to her feet, tears falling faster. She cupped her hands to her ears. "You sadistic bastard!" The smile fell from his face as she ran down the hall and out of sight.

Time bomb...
Time bomb...
Time-bomb-time-bomb-time-bomb!

EH: There.
Wormmon & Miyako: @_@ ~_~
Kaiser: <claps> Well, you delivered. Although, I must say,
you could've used more detail.
EH: Ugh! No! There are children out there! You can
understand what happened without me going and-
Kaiser: -describing how his ribs sounded as they shattered
under the beast's cruel foot?
Wormmon: Ken!
Ken: Sorry.
EH: Expect more. It would be cruel <gives Ken the 'evil eye'>
to leave you hanging, loyal readers.