Digimon: Corrupted Core » Places

         They were running. Sirens wailing as they move, emergency lights flashing. This would be normal if they were prisoners. They were not. Sparks leaping between their horns, their wings fluttering frantically as they run the Kokuwamon flee from the devil nipping at their heels. Everything had been normal, business as usual earlier in the day. then the power went put and released inmates. That was fine, nothing to worry about. Most of the prisoners were easily rounded up, or deleted. Then he'd woken up, complaining.

"Shut up! Can't you see, i'm takin' a nap here?" His peculiar accent echoing into the hall. The guards at first thought his cell was still closed -a collective sigh of relief- and then one of their own bursts into data, a particularly loud DemiDevimon it travels in a cloud and they follow it to it's destination. The little devil grins a wicked smile, the same as the mark on his abdomen as the data seeps into his body, into his eyes, up his nose as he snorts it he trembles in unsuppressed glee. They run and the chase is on.

A ball of flame explodes ahead and to the right of the group of Kokuwamon they quickly turn left down a narrower hall. They can hear the mad cackling behind them. Can tell that the little devil is enjoying the chase. Though there is only one pursuer those being pursued do not turn and fight. Something inside them prevents it. Something in their data tells them to escape. [Virus] it reverberates in their code, sets their teeth on edge. They flee.

"Come on, aren't you gonna stand and fight!?" He roars with laughter again, high on the first data he'd absorbed since being imprisoned. Fire sparks on the end of his finger as a wicked gleam enters his eyes he flicks the flame forward. Data erupts in a shower around him, he drinks it in like a mon possessed. "Badaboom!" he crows. Two left, An idea flickering into his mind and he laughs again. His index fingers curling up in a spiral as he readies an attack, the motion reminiscent of someone pantomiming 'turn it up' and a wall of flames burst into life before his prey. The one in the lead isn't quick enough to stop, it is deleted screaming. It's body immolated as it passes through the viral fire, he takes in the data gleefully.

The last one turns slowly, the panic clear on its faces. It's beyond words. Beyond begging. He grins, "What's goin' on bug brains?" He asks conversationally, watching with clear amusement as he leans against the wall. They don't respond. He knows he needs to hurry things up, but this was the most fun he'd had in forever.

"C'mon you wanna say somethin' don't'cha?" He waits for a response, and right as it looks like Kokuwamon might speak he yells. "Actually on second thought! I don't care! BADABOOM!" Flames leap forward from his fingers knocking the last data type into the wall of flames, it bursts into data before it can hit the ground.

"Hah, what a bunch of digi-duds. You think they'd've at least fought back, Y'know?" He asks the air, his arms moving in a shrug, "Eh, Badaboom. I'm outta here." He decides to leave, making his way down the hall, passed the scorched spot he'd made, he hums to himself. Hands clasped relaxedly behind his head. Today was a good day. He thinks. Maybe he's run into other inmates, or a smirk comes to his face. Even some more guards.