| Chapter 8: If I Were to Kill… “Hey you know what,” Iris said, “I just realized, your clothes change when you come into the digiworld.” Iris and Davis lead the team of digidestined through the thick forest. They had been trudging through the brush for over two hours now and everyone was really tired. No one spoke out though, they all wanted to find the others as fast as possible. Iris tried her best to cheer the others up, especially Kari, but sometimes you just didn’t want to be cheered up, and now was one of them times. The only person that would talk to her was Davis. Only when he wasn’t trying to cheer up Kari though. Now was one of them times. She felt like they were the only things alive in this whole forest. She had noticed that apart from the crackling the leaves made when someone stood on them, the forest was dead silent. This made their voices sound louder then they actually were, but she didn’t mind. These awkward silences always made her feel well awkward and the only way to stop that was to talk. “Yeah I know isn’t it cool, and they still fit me after all these years!” Davis replied tugging on the sleeves of his jacket. “How long ago did you last come in here?” “I don’t know, about four or so years. I have a photo of us back then.” He said childish happiness ringing through his voice. He fiddled with his goggles for a moment them pulled out a small square photo. “Convenient.” Iris said grabbing the photo off him. She stared at the photo for a while, taking in all the information. They all looked pretty much the same. TK didn’t wear that dorky looking hat now, instead his messy hair just hung about his head. Davis hadn’t changed at all. He still wore the same goggles, his hair still looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and he still had that childish gleam to his eyes making them seen brighter then they should have. Kari looked different though. She looked a lot more mature now. Her hair had grown longer and now hung down around her ears. Around her neck, instead of the camera that was there in the photo, there now hung a small solid silver love heart pendant. Cody was still shorter than everybody else, making him seem younger then he really is. Also his hair had been cut shorter, in an attempt to make himself look older. But in spite of all that, in his eyes was maturity that far outweighed his looks. Iris was surprised at how little Yolie had changed. She still had those huge oversized glasses and helmet. Her hair had grown still longer and now hung down at her waist. Ken also didn’t seem to look much different. He had kept his long girly hair, and the serious look plastered on his face hadn’t lifted. “I look the best in that photo.” Davis gloated. She glanced at him in amusement. At the time the photo had been taken he had been pushed or had fallen or something and it had caught him in mid fall. The others was all looking at him and laughing. “Oh yeah.” She agreed mockingly. “What you don’t think I look good?” He snatched the photo off her. And looked at it closely. His face turned a light shade of pink as he studied the small square, “Oh no wonder, wrong picture.” He once again fiddled with his goggles for a moment then pulled another, slightly bigger photo out. Iris immediately snatched it off him and looked at it closely. It was another photo, almost exactly the same. Except this time Davis wasn’t falling over, he was holding Demiveemon while giving the camera a thumbs up, a huge grin plastered on his face. “See don’t I look the best!” He gloated. “You know I’ve heard of this.” Iris said surrendering the photo to Davis, who looked at it with great pride. “Heard of what?” He asked, half interested. “This, its called vanity, am I right.” “Who are you calling vain?” He yelled struggling to replace the photo behind his goggles. “You, I’ve never seen anyone love themselves as much as you do.” She said ignoring Davis glare. “I was only joking.” He mumbled. He was rewarded with a small giggle from behind him. He spun around angrily, facing the person who dared laugh at him. He was met with Kari’s beautiful face; he lips turned up in the smile he loved so much. He immediately forgot his rage and started laughing along with her. “She’s right Davis, I’ve never seen anyone love themself so much.” She giggled. Davis forgot the harshness of those words and basked in Kari’s happiness. He hated seeing her sad, he do anything to make her happy, even if it meant throwing away his pride for a while. She’s was so beautiful, her smile, her eyes. He melted every time he saw her. ** Clive glared up the front at Davis as he turned around to face a laughing Kari. He really hated that boy. And he stressed the word boy because no one but a boy could be so immature. The way he thought only about himself made Clive sick to the stomach. How could someone be so… annoying? Clive stopped for a minuet to catch his breath. He bent over, placing the palms of his hands on his knees to support himself. He sucked in the damp air trying to slow down his heartbeat. They had been trudging through this stinking bush for the good part of two hours, without any stops and Clive was getting very tired. He watched as the rest of the group effortlessly picked their way over and under trees, bushes, vines and god knows what else. They didn’t even notice he had stopped. Wraithmon appeared next to him and patted him on the back. “Come on Clive, not long now.” Wraithmon said. “I can’t take this anymore Wraithmon.” He gasped through breaths; “We need to stop.” Wraithmon looked at him in pity. The poor human, she sometimes forgot they had to sleep and eat. Those things didn’t matter to her, she didn’t need to sleep or eat. She was merely a spirit and never got tired. But she still needed to take it easy when it came to fighting. She noticed digivolving took up energy that she didn't even know she had. So she could sympathize with Clive, he needed to rest, so she’d do anything she could to allow him to rest. “Hold on I minuet.” She said, and disappeared before Clive’s eyes. Once his heartbeat had returned to normal he started off, picking his way through the crude trail the rest of the group had left. When he reached them they had all turned around, as if they were waiting for him. “Are you tired Clive?” TK asked. He stared at him in embarrassment his cheeks turning red, redder than they already were. His gaze soon turned to wraithmon, who just floated about Davis head, waiting patiently for the answer she knew would come “Well?” TK prodded. “Come to think of it I’m pretty tired myself.” Iris said. “We can’t stop yet!” Davis yelled enthusiastically, “We still have to find he others.” “No Davis Clive is right, there’s no use going any further now. It’s getting dark and we won’t be able to see anything soon.” TK said “He’s right, we should look for a way to get home.” Ken agreed. “NO.” Kari shouted determination glowing in her eyes; “We’re not going home until we find Gatomon.” “But Kari we have to stop, our digimon are wasted.” TK tried reasoning with her. Pointing to the pooped patamon next to him. “I know, we can stop but I’m not leaving the digiworld until we find them.” “Phew.” Veemon sighed, “I was getting really tired, I thought we’d never stop.” Armadillomon sighed along with Veemon. But this wasn’t a sigh of relief. He stood at the front of the group scanning the forest with his eyes. Where was Cody, and when were they going to find him? He looked back at the group impatiently. What are they bickering about? He caught enough of the conversation to hear the words ‘we can stop but…’ his heart instantly sank. They didn’t have time to stop; they had to find Cody. What if he was in trouble? What if they’d run into Witchmon? What if… He had to stop this train of thought. He shook his head and walked back over to the group. “Okay then it’s settled we’ll find a spot to camp for the night.” He heard TK say. “Um TK,” He grabbed hold of TK’s pants and started pulling on them, “Why are we stopping, we need to find Cody.” “Armadillomon, I’m sorry we have to stop now. I know how much you want to find Cody but everyone’s tired, and it’ll be getting dark very soon. We’ll find them tomorrow I promise.” TK knew he couldn’t keep that promise. It might very well be days, even weeks before they found them. He shook his head trying to get those thoughts out of his mind. He had the crest of hope; he had to hope for the best. It’s no good thinking like that; they’d never find them with an attitude like that. He had to hope for the best, and share that hope with the rest of the team. He nodded his head in conviction. “We will find them.” He whispered to himself. ** The small bonfire crackled loudly, loudly compared to the quiet stillness of the forest. Melodye positioned herself next to it, basking in its warmth. She lost herself in the orange flow, blocking out her companion’s conversation. Soon everything fell silent as the four of them stared into the fire. There was something about fire that brought Melodye peace. It wasn’t that she like setting things on fire. Like this one kid she had know back in America. It brought her peace in a different way. She felt like she belonged, belonged with the fire. The sort of comforting feeling that you have when you get home after being away for a long time. She couldn’t really explain it. She technically should be scared of the fire, but she wasn’t. She had been caught in a burning building when she was younger. She remembered the feeling of the flames licking at her skin. The intense heat. Yet she couldn’t be scared. She wasn’t even scared back then. She raised her head and glanced at her friends. Cody was staring into the fire. His eyes glazed over slightly as if he were deep in thought. Gatomon was too staring into the fire, but her eyes were wet with tears. She then did something that surprised Melodye greatly. Her head snapped up as if of it’s own accord. She looked around hesitantly. “Wizardmon?” She asked the air. Melodye stared at her with great interest. Can she see another digimon? Melodye followed her gaze to the forest behind her. There was nothing there except darkness. “Wizardmon where are you?” She asked again. “Where’s Wizardmon?” Cody asked being pulled from his thoughts. “I don’t know.” Melodye confessed, “Who’s Wizardmon?” “Wizardmon I miss you so much.” She continued, tears falling down her cheeks. “Wizardmon is a digimon, he died in the real world so I don’t know how she can be talking to him.” Cody said. “Maybe she’s going insane.” Melodye offered. “Gatomon are you okay?” Cody tried, but Gatomon just ignored him. “I’m so lonely without you.” This went on for a while. Gatomon answering questions only she could hear, through wracking sobs. Melodye and Cody watched in silence, while she spilled her soul into the night. Once she had finished she whispered something to herself and sat down as if nothing had happened. “Are you okay Gatomon?” Cody asked carefully. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” She snapped, “I’m tired I’m going to sleep.” With that she rolled over and closed her eyes. Cody and Melodye looked at each other over the fire, their eyes asking questions they daren’t say aloud. Melodye shrugged and Cody sighed. They both turned their attention to the fire again. ** “What? What do you mean they didn’t make it?” Witchmon bellowed. Gatomon stood in front of her, her head raised to look her in the eye. “I don’t know what happened mistress, they came back, but they didn’t have any digidestined.” Gatomon said, “Why don’t you go and look in your little crystal ball and see what happened, it’ll have more answers than me.” Witchmon glared at her with her most intimidating glare. It usually sent digimon scampering away in fear, but Gatomon just glared at her back. Witchmon grumbled and looked away into her ball. Gatomon was becoming far too rebellious these days. Giving orders without her consent. Talking back, and using her bathroom. These defiant acts had to be stopped. Maybe she’d just get rid of her along with the digidestined. She grumbled to herself as she conjured up and image in her crystal ball. It was an image of three black Birdramon’s flying over the dark forest. They each were carrying one burden each. Next to one of them however a small red bird flew. She watched them for a while; everything seemed to be going as planned. That was when that little bird flew down to the last Birdramon in the line. It hit it in the face with one of its attacks. This caused it to fire an attack back, but instead of it hitting the bird, it hit the Birdramon in front of it. This set off a long chain reaction, causing the Birdramon’s to drop their burdens and start fighting. She turned away from the ball and the image instantly disappeared. She spat on the floor in disgust. “Gatomon!” She bellowed. Gatomon strut into the room, a Numemon following closely behind. “You called?” “Gatomon is everything set up for plan B?” “Mmm hmm, no need to worry, everything’s under control.” She said matter-of-factly. “Good, this time I want you to take care of it personally, if you catch my meaning.” Witchmon offered. “Coming in clear as day, mistress.” Gatomon replied a sly grin plastered on her face. “I want you to destroy them as quickly as possible.” Witchmon yelled, throwing Gatomon a piece of paper with a picture on it. “And get these.” Gatomon studied the picture; it was of the digivices. They didn’t look like much, just like small gadgets that you could bye at a toy store. But she knew they held great power. Power that could destroy her and every other virus digimon. She had to be careful if she was to face them head on. She nodded her head in agreement. “I won’t fail you.” ** TK had never considered himself a morning person. Despite his cheery disposition he was not a very pleasant person when he’s woken up. He could easily sleep right through his alarm clock if it weren’t right above his bed. He put it there because whenever the alarm went off it would fall down from the shelf and hit him in the head. It hadn’t failed him once. But say, for instance, if a hysterical Davis and a huge bad digimon waked him up. He wasn’t a happy little buffalo. In fact he was an enraged little buffalo. This is what happened to the unfortunate group of slumbering digidestined. It was Davis’ turn for watch, but he wasn’t really watching anything. He had climbed up the closest tree and settled himself on a tree branch, veemon on his stomach. He had figured since nothing lived in this forest it was okay to doze off. Unfortunately Davis was a very heavy sleeper; once he had ‘dozed off’ nothing could wake him up. Except, mayhap falling from a tree. While Davis dozed one of Witchmon's henchmen had located the digidestineds’ whereabouts. It had quietly, or as quietly as it could, snuck up on the group. When it saw Davis in the tree it’s sense of mischief kicked in. Mojyamon didn’t really get to see much action once he had become one of Witchmon's slaves. He crept up behind the tree and shook it roughly, sending Davis and Veemon hurtling to the ground. Davis woke up with a start, and upon seeing the huge yeti digimon started screaming hysterically. A half-sleeping Davis is not a good thing, as TK found out. He came running up to the group, his goggles long forgotten and his messy hair, even messier. He started babbling about snow men and bad digimon, his eyes glazed over as if her were still asleep. TK, in a grumpy, woken up mood, had had enough. He slapped Davis across the face, his morning anger fully settled in. Davis was shocked by TK’s out burst; he stared into space for a moment then came to, anger blazing up in his eyes. He acted on his manly instincts and punched TK back. By this time they had woken up the rest of the group, and needless to say they weren’t happy either. None of them even noticed the huge yeti standing patiently next to their campsite as all hell broke loose. TK and Davis were rolling around on the ground wrestling like two small children. Kari was trying her best to break them up, as was Iris. Clive watched on in amusement as they wrestled and Ken tried to warn them all about Mojyamon. “Um guys…” He started tugging Karis’ sleeve. It didn’t work. She pulled away from him; not even noticing she had, and ran over to the two battled it out. He tried Clive, but he merely pushed him away, concentrating on the fight. He looked again at the amused digimon. It lent against a nearby tree, a smirk spread across its lips. It caught him looking at it and laughed. “What are you looking at me for?” It asked him standing up away from the tree; “I didn’t do anything.” Ken stared defiantly into its purple, black eyes. This made him sick. He knew what Witchmon was doing; he had tried the same thing himself. He wasn’t proud of it, but it made him aware. Aware of just how things were done, and how things could be undone. It closed in on him, its paws raised in an offensive gesture. It emitted a low growling, a feral anger deep in its purple eyes. “Ken!” He heard a shout from behind him. He didn’t have time to turn around but he knew who it was. “Wormmon digivolve!” As he gave the order his digivice began to glow, shaking with the power that had been released. Wormmon could feel the digivices power surround him as ken shouted. He knew it was his time to shine. “Wormmon digivolve to…Stingmon!” Stingmon instantly jumped into action. He closed in on the huge hairy digimon lighting up the small purple light on his arm and driving it into Mojyamon. It howled in pain but quickly recovered reaching for its bone and throwing it straight at Stingmon. He only barely dodged it; flying out of the way just in time. By this time the rest of the group had been alerted of Mojyamons’ presence. TK and Davis had stopped their wrestling to watch as Stingmon bravely took on the huge yeti by himself. He was going all right but it still wasn’t enough. Davis stepped in. “Hey Ken, need some help?” He yelled over to Ken. He turned around, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Alright.” He yelled back. “Veemon.” Davis ordered, “Digivolve.” He held out his digivice waiting for Veemons’ reply. It never came. He looked around him in search for his digipartner. He was no where to be found. He turned around to face the embers of the fire. There lying next to it was a sleeping Veemon, completely oblivious to everything. Davis ran over to him and shook him out of his slumber. Veemon glanced around him, blurry eyed and half-asleep. “Wha- what’s going on, I was having such a nice dream. I dreamt that I was…” “Not now Veemon, you gotta digivolve!” Davis cut him off, shaking him for emphasis. “But Davis… I’m too hungry.” His stomach emitted a low grumble to stress his point. “What you just ate a few hours ago!” Davis yelled. “I know but I’m still hungry. You made us walk for hours before and berries and leaves just aren’t enough. Maybe if you get me some candy or something…” Veemon clutched his stomach and looked at Davis as if he hadn’t eaten for years. Kari shook her head in pity as she watched the whole scene unfold. Davis was hopeless, was there anything he couldn’t stuff up? Men are such fools. She looked over at Iris who watched Davis with the same humor she did. Iris glanced over at her, a knowing look in her bright blue eyes. She flashed Kari a smile and pulled out her digivice. “This is a woman’s job.” She stated pulling out her own digivice. They both called out to their digimon to digivolve. The next thing Mojyamon knew he was being pounded into the ground by a flying cat and a huge polar bear. “That’s the way Megapolarmon! You show that Mojyamon whose boss!” Iris called out to Megapolarmon as she shot two huge icicles at the Mojyamon. It howled in pain as it fell over, knocking down a nearby tree in the process. Everybody stopped and watched as it writhed in pain, trying to get up off the ground, but failing each time. Its eyes faded in color, turning a light blue, almost white color. Kari rushed over to it and kneeled down beside it. She grabbed hold of its giant paw and patted it gently. “Are you okay?” She asked in her softest, kindest voice, “I’m sorry we had to hurt you.” It opened it’s mouth as if to speak; but they were rewarded with only a soft whimpering whisper. It’s whole body shook as it went into convulsions. Coughing up blood on the ground away from Kari. She held onto its paw tighter; giving it whatever comfort she could. It stopped coughing and drew a long raspy breath. It whispered something softly, but only Kari could hear it. She nodded her head once, tears building up in the corners of her eyes. She let go of its hand and stood back as it dissolved into black data and disappeared through the canopy of trees. She stared at the roof of leaves for a moment before falling to her knees, her hands covering her face. TK and Davis were instantly at her side. She shuddered with sobs, trying her best to keep her tears at bay, but failing. “Kari, it’s okay.” TK tried to comfort her. He didn’t really know what to say at this moment so he just held her shoulder and watched as she spilled her soul on the ground. “He-he said…” She tried through sobs, “He said he was…” She broke down into powerful wracking sobs. She looked into TK’s eyes, her own shimmering as the light reflected on her tears. Her could feel the tears building up in his eyes as well. The look in her eyes could make anyone’s heart break. She looked like she had lost her best friend. Her eyes reflected sadness. Davis broke them apart, wrapping Kari in a hug allowing her to cry openly on his shoulder. TK stared at them for a moment, but shook himself out of his trance. He looked over to the rest of the group. They stood watching on in confusion. Clive was barely paying any attention, nearly falling asleep where he stood. Iris stared at Davis back, her eyes filled with concern for her friend. Ken stared at the spot where Mojyamon had fallen, his eyes glazed over as if in deep thought. “TK…” He heard Kari mumble from Davis shirt. He spun around at her voice, instantly at her side. She pulled away from Davis and stood in front of TK. Her head was lowered, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Her body was ridged, her fists clenched at the side of her body. She raised her head and stared defiantly at him. “TK we have to get rid of Witchmon.” She spat, looking past him into the forest. He had never heard her speak with such vehemence. It scared hem, she had never been this mad before. He didn’t even know she was capable of feeling like that. She had always been level headed and rational, never had her anger got the better of her. He stepped back, avoiding eyes contact with her. But she stood her ground; her eyes fixed on the trees behind him. “What did it say to you?” He asked shakily. “Yeah Kari you’re acting really strange.” Davis said in his loud obnoxious voice, stepping right in front of her and waving his hands in her face. “It doesn’t matter, what matters is we get rid of her as fast as possible.” She ignored Davis attempts to get her attention. “She’s right.” Ken interrupted, “I see it now.” “See what I don’t see anything.” Davis said again. “She using us.” He finished. “But what would she be using us for?” Iris said walking over to the group and standing next to Kari. “She’s using us to destroy digimon.” Ken replied, looking into her eyes. Kari obviously flinched at this. Her enraged mask fading and her eyes returning back to their natural soft docile look. He glanced at every group member one at a time, taking in every detail and emotion they showed. “We have to stop her, we can’t kill any more innocent digimon.” What are they talking about? Iris pondered her situation. They all agreed with Kari, that they shouldn’t hurt any digimon at all, even if they were attacking them. They were crazy, how were they going to defeat Witchmon if they couldn’t kill? They wouldn’t last two seconds out here in the digiworld. To her killing was merely a game, she had had to kill since she was eight, it was part of her now. She wouldn’t have gotten this far without it. “You right Kari, we can’t kill anymore. I don’t care what the consequences are; I’m not going to hurt another innocent digimon as long as I live.” TK vowed. “But you saw that thing!” Iris yelled sharing her thoughts with the group, “It attacked us first!” “No that’s not…” Ken tried but Iris quickly cut him off. “No you don’t seem to understand, you people think you can go through life without getting some blood on your hands, but that’s not the way things go! If you’re going to survive in here you have to be prepared to kill.” She yelled stomping on a stick causing it to snap to emphasize her point. “Not everything is about killing.” TK tried to reason with her. “No it is all about killing!” She yelled in his face, “You have to come to terms with the fact that things are going to die, nothing lasts forever. If you don’t kill your going to be killed yourself. If we hadn’t stopped that Mojyamon you would all be dead.” “You’re wrong, we don’t have to kill, we could have just hurt it enough for it to come to its senses.” Ken said. “No, it doesn’t work that way. I know this because I’ve lived here for nearly my whole life, I know the way things work. Witchmon, she hypnotizes her victims and the only way the spell can be broken is with death.” “I thought you said you’ve never fought Witchmon before.” Davis said. “I haven’t, but I’ve ran into her slaves many times, they will not give up until either you or it are dead. ” “How could you do that?” Kari asked glaring at Iris, “how could you kill innocent digimon?” “You don’t know what its like Kari. You don’t have any idea what I had to go through. Nothing is innocent when you’re fighting for survival. Everything is you’re enemy.” She hissed at Kari, returning her glare with equal fervor. Kari backed away from Iris, holding her hands up in front of her face as if to ward her off. Her eyes filled with tears once again. Iris glare quickly softened at the sight of her. How could she have said those things? These children weren’t prepared for this, they wouldn’t understand. They were unlike her, they’re innocence was still intact. She didn’t understand what it was like anymore, she had forgotten. Forgotten that not everyone is prepared to stain their hands in order to thrive. Forgotten that some people still had that light. The light that kept them apart from the monster she had become. She knelt down next to Kari who had broken into hysterical sobs once again. She laid her hand on her shoulder, trying to get her attention. Kari glanced up at her, her eyes so full of pain and loss. Iris couldn’t stand seeing her friend like this. Kari had so nice to her, and she didn’t even know her. She had housed her when she first got to the real world, comforted her when she was down and helped her fit in with their friends. How could she betray her like that? “I’m so sorry Kari.” She said, swallowing her tears. “I guess I kind of lost it back there. I just forgot that you haven’t experienced what I have, that you haven’t grown up with the weight of survival on you’re shoulders…” “No you don’t need to apologize.” She cut her off. She stood up along with Iris, “I was just so angry at Witchmon, for the way she uses us to kill digimon. I know we have to protect the digiworld, and I know that some sacrifices will have to be made. It just, I get so upset sometimes. Why should innocent digimon die just because some idiot wants to rule the world?” She glanced at Ken sympathetically; he just nodded his head and closed his eyes. “That’s still no excuse for me to go off like that. I guess I’m just jealous that you still have that light.” “What light?” Kari asked thinking straight to her crest. “You know, the light that surrounds you, and the rest of you for that matter. It’s the light of innocence.” “Why would it surround me?” Ken asked wringing his hands together, “I’ve killed innocent digimon too, and it wasn’t just for survival, I did it because I’m a jerk.” “I don’t know, it doesn’t matter if you’ve killed in the past. I’m just sorry for what I said Kari.” She looked hopefully into Kari’s eyes. Kari nodded her head and hugged Iris. “Don’t worry I forgive you.” Kari whispered. “Well now that that’s over how abouts we get some shut eye?” Clive yelled from his position on the ground. TK glared daggers at him. This disturbed even Davis. “Hey cant you see this is a very emotional time?” He said stomping over to him. “What? I don’t care, I want to go to sleep.” He lay on the hard ground on his back, his head resting on his hands for support. He stared challengingly up at Davis, as if taunting him telepathically. “Hey buddy, I don’t wanna hear it okay. Kari’s a very sensitive person and I don’t want her hurt because of your insensitivity.” “Oh I’m scared, what are you gonna do loverboy hit me?” He made pathetic hand gestures up at Davis; his eyes still locked on him. “Why you…” He growled pulling his leg back ready to kick him. Clive stared up at him, the same taunting look in his eyes. He didn’t even flinch, didn’t even try to defend himself from the oncoming attack. “Is that the best you can do?” Clive chided. “Stop it Davis.” Iris ran over to his and grabbed hold of his arm. “But he’s being insensitive.” Davis pleaded allowing Iris to pull him away, his eyes never leaving Clives, their telepathic battle still raging. Iris grabbed his chin and turned his face around so he could meet her eyes. “That doesn’t matter, Kari’s over it.” She motioned towards Kari, who was watching them, her eyes begging him to stop, “Just forget about him, you let him get to you too easy. If you just ignore him, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” Davis sighed and pulled away from Iris. He glanced over to Kari, who too sighed in relief. Iris was right, Kari didn’t want him to hurt anyone. She was too nice a person; she wouldn’t want anyone to be hurt especially because of her. That’s why he loved her so much. She was so kind, and loving, she would give everything just so there would be peace once again. Unlike that stupid insensitive Clive. Davis shifted his gaze over to Clive. He was still looking up at him with that same mocking gaze. It made his blood boil. He could tell he wasn’t going to become friends with this kid very soon. |