11-11-2005, 01:23 AM
?State your identification." The robo-cat stated. It repeated itself once before someone made a move. Vegeta stepped forward in impatience.
?Well?? The saiyan prince asked, and was answered quickly.
"Nothing," Twenty said. "Maybe if I just..." the android moved his hand down on a large button. He was sure that was it.
Gero pressed the button. He was wrong.
There was a boom: fire filled the room. The flames roared through the area, making a sound that broke their eardrums. The eruption knocked them all aside with the massive force it gave off, and then it all stopped.
There was silence.
His body moaning, his eyes flickering upon opening, Zarbon awoke and grabbed his head immediately: it throbbed endlessly. The transformer slowly recalled what had happened to him. Satan had fled away from the battlefield and he had been introduced to the saiyans: Bra, the girl?s father, and Trunks, her brother. The memories filtered back slowly to him. A door with a sign, and a robotic cat. ?Weird?And then Twenty pushed that button. The result wasn?t that great?? The mutant looked around him. The whole room was covered in smoke; he could see nothing except the endless smog that drifted amongst him. The transformer was laid out on the floor with cuts all over him. It had all come from the blast that had overcome them only a few minutes before. Zarbon rose to his feet and dusted himself off.
?Hey, Doctor!?? The transformer shouted, but it didn?t catch the scientist?s dead ears. Nor did it catch Trunks?s. It just echoed down the hallway, searching from someone to hear its sound. Zarbon didn?t know it yet, but he had lost another friend, the oldest friend he had ever had. Zarbon walked from where he had got up to look around. Glancing across the room, he saw faint hints of life from the other people about him: but he didn?t see his android friend. Not even a trance. He turned and began to pace down the hallway in search of his friend. He felt his way along the wall, moving slowly until?
Crack
The snapping of a bone.
Below Zarbon?s feet was a hand. The transformer bent down for a closer look. He took it from below his foot and held it in his hand. It was cold and bony. The hand was very pale and old. It was lifeless. The transformer looked from the person?s arm to his face. There was a very familiar face. It was Twenty. It seemed as old as it ever, as old as a hundred year old man. His skin sagged off his face, his mouth open in the terror of his final moments of life. He was dead, but not white. He was red. Red with blood.
?No?? The mutant staggered back at the sight of the android?s soulless eyes. ?Why did you have to die on me too Gero? Why?? Twenty was covered in his own insides. He had been blown against the wall by the explosion and then impaled by a loose piece of metal which had been flung off by the sheer magnitude of the blast. The force of the explosion broke the bit until it had a sharpened end. Then it struck him: at least that?s how it looked. Zarbon pulled it out and threw the piece to the side, continuing to stare at his deceased friend. He was gone. Just like Krillin. All because of Brim. The transformer bit his lip in an attempt to hold back the tears. He was alone now: completely alone. Zarbon had no friends left in the blasted contest of Friend or Foe.
Gritting his teeth, the mutant stepped back, letting his eyes sink down to his comrade?s corpse. It slowly faded away from his view and disappeared, back to where he came from. Back to the stars?It sickened Zarbon how their host had treated them like toys more then ever. Now both of his companions had left him, they were both faded pictures in the darkness: just shadows with deep eyes with no spirit within them. No hope. No dreams. No memories. Once again, he was by himself, but this time in a place worse then Hell. Far worse.
The fog amongst him cleared. The place was a mess. The whole hallway had been blown to pieces from the explosion, the walls torn off, everything destroyed. There was a gap in the floor. And the robot cat? Short-circuited. It was on its side, his eyes going on and off with the various charges of electricity. Zarbon walked over and crushed the mechanical feline with his foot, smashing it into the ground a few times before moving forward towards the gap in the floor: it was a big one, but two steel bars from the ceiling had made a small bridge across. The mutant took a look behind him before stepping onward. The saiyan girl and her father were looking over another corpse.
Zarbon decided to wait for them before going on after Brim: he would need the help anyway. Until then, he stared at the ceiling, closing his eyes and reliving all the battles he had been through with Twenty in this tournament.
?Two gone for me. And by my math?? The mutant muttered. ?That equals a head. His.?
OOC: Damn, sorry it took so long. Post 1.
?Well?? The saiyan prince asked, and was answered quickly.
"Nothing," Twenty said. "Maybe if I just..." the android moved his hand down on a large button. He was sure that was it.
Gero pressed the button. He was wrong.
There was a boom: fire filled the room. The flames roared through the area, making a sound that broke their eardrums. The eruption knocked them all aside with the massive force it gave off, and then it all stopped.
There was silence.
***
His body moaning, his eyes flickering upon opening, Zarbon awoke and grabbed his head immediately: it throbbed endlessly. The transformer slowly recalled what had happened to him. Satan had fled away from the battlefield and he had been introduced to the saiyans: Bra, the girl?s father, and Trunks, her brother. The memories filtered back slowly to him. A door with a sign, and a robotic cat. ?Weird?And then Twenty pushed that button. The result wasn?t that great?? The mutant looked around him. The whole room was covered in smoke; he could see nothing except the endless smog that drifted amongst him. The transformer was laid out on the floor with cuts all over him. It had all come from the blast that had overcome them only a few minutes before. Zarbon rose to his feet and dusted himself off.
?Hey, Doctor!?? The transformer shouted, but it didn?t catch the scientist?s dead ears. Nor did it catch Trunks?s. It just echoed down the hallway, searching from someone to hear its sound. Zarbon didn?t know it yet, but he had lost another friend, the oldest friend he had ever had. Zarbon walked from where he had got up to look around. Glancing across the room, he saw faint hints of life from the other people about him: but he didn?t see his android friend. Not even a trance. He turned and began to pace down the hallway in search of his friend. He felt his way along the wall, moving slowly until?
Crack
The snapping of a bone.
Below Zarbon?s feet was a hand. The transformer bent down for a closer look. He took it from below his foot and held it in his hand. It was cold and bony. The hand was very pale and old. It was lifeless. The transformer looked from the person?s arm to his face. There was a very familiar face. It was Twenty. It seemed as old as it ever, as old as a hundred year old man. His skin sagged off his face, his mouth open in the terror of his final moments of life. He was dead, but not white. He was red. Red with blood.
?No?? The mutant staggered back at the sight of the android?s soulless eyes. ?Why did you have to die on me too Gero? Why?? Twenty was covered in his own insides. He had been blown against the wall by the explosion and then impaled by a loose piece of metal which had been flung off by the sheer magnitude of the blast. The force of the explosion broke the bit until it had a sharpened end. Then it struck him: at least that?s how it looked. Zarbon pulled it out and threw the piece to the side, continuing to stare at his deceased friend. He was gone. Just like Krillin. All because of Brim. The transformer bit his lip in an attempt to hold back the tears. He was alone now: completely alone. Zarbon had no friends left in the blasted contest of Friend or Foe.
Gritting his teeth, the mutant stepped back, letting his eyes sink down to his comrade?s corpse. It slowly faded away from his view and disappeared, back to where he came from. Back to the stars?It sickened Zarbon how their host had treated them like toys more then ever. Now both of his companions had left him, they were both faded pictures in the darkness: just shadows with deep eyes with no spirit within them. No hope. No dreams. No memories. Once again, he was by himself, but this time in a place worse then Hell. Far worse.
The fog amongst him cleared. The place was a mess. The whole hallway had been blown to pieces from the explosion, the walls torn off, everything destroyed. There was a gap in the floor. And the robot cat? Short-circuited. It was on its side, his eyes going on and off with the various charges of electricity. Zarbon walked over and crushed the mechanical feline with his foot, smashing it into the ground a few times before moving forward towards the gap in the floor: it was a big one, but two steel bars from the ceiling had made a small bridge across. The mutant took a look behind him before stepping onward. The saiyan girl and her father were looking over another corpse.
Zarbon decided to wait for them before going on after Brim: he would need the help anyway. Until then, he stared at the ceiling, closing his eyes and reliving all the battles he had been through with Twenty in this tournament.
?Two gone for me. And by my math?? The mutant muttered. ?That equals a head. His.?
OOC: Damn, sorry it took so long. Post 1.
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