[1] Hunted in the Abandoned Town

[Celena]

Hours earlier

Zena headed up the last flight of stairs, which took her to her landing. Knowing Sage, she was probably wondering where she went and when she would be coming back. Zena opened her room door, but did not meet her sister there. Her black brows rose with curiosity. Something was not right. That was when she glanced under her sister’s bed to receive a big surprise. What her eyes found was a slender figure dressed in a black combat outfit with a black balaclava over their face. Before she had a chance to react with harsh words, from behind, an arm wrapped around her throat and then she heard the tap of a foot against her door, followed by a slam as the door closed. The unidentified person then quickly emerged from underneath the bed and pulled out a needle from one of their front pockets. A yellow liquid substance occupied the syringe. In Zena’s current predicament, it was not the right time to be guessing what the substance was. She was certain however, that it could not have been harmless.

Displaying her impressive athleticism, she grabbed onto the person behind hers biceps, which felt large and firm, and then she lifted her legs into the air, her right foot kicking the syringe out of the slender figure’s hands. From the curves and hump from within the chest area of her combat jacket, she had to be a female. A sharp elbow to the stomach delivered by Zena caused the man to break his chokehold. She dived forward, spearing the female, the force, driving the two onto Sage’s bed. There was a pop sound, indicating a broken spring on the mattress, due to the combined body weight of the forces landing onto it. The bed then sunk inwards as Zena wrapped her hands around the female’s neck. Where was Sage? Had someone…no, they could not have...

“Where’s my sister!” the empress roared, but ironically, the girl who wanted an answer, still had her hands wrapped around the female’s neck. The unidentified person, pushed her black, gloved hands against Zena’s face, trying to get the powerful saiyan princess off her, but the hybrid was relentless on her assault. Just then, Zena saw a flash of something white before it was pressed against her nose. She recognized the odour. It was definitely chloroform. She had even used it on someone before. Knowing the effects of this substance was even more reason to get the contaminated cloth away from her nose, but it was too late. Already weakened, the female was able to break free from Zena’s clutches, while the male continued to press the white cloth against her nose, while using his other hand to pin her against him. As the hybrid lifted her right arm in one last attempt to fight, it dropped back to her side like dead weight, and then she blacked out.

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It had all led to this moment, cuffed, bag stuffed over their faces, and tied together like dead chickens in a butchers shop. Fuck this; she was not any piece of meat. She was more valuable than the brave fuckers who had the audacity to do this to her realised. A man and woman stood in front of the group. Were they the two who had kidnapped her? What did it matter? They had succeeded anyway. They wanted her to play a game by their rules, kill a group of six others and they would then receive 100,000 zeni each. As great as the money would be, it was the principle that concerned Zena. By firstly drugging her and then treating her in this animalistic manner, they had disrespected her more than anyone had ever done in her entire twenty years of existence. For that, somehow, after she figured out a way to free herself, the duo, the guards, the people who orchestrated this TV show, they would pay. Her saiyan pride would not allow her to accept the fat zeni prize. Rather, she would kill them all, none to spare.

Fucking cowards, she thought. They planned to leave with Zena still cuffed and only release them all once they were far from harms way. She did not want it to be that way. She was not the type to start a fight, but this was an exception. They had crossed the line. “FIGHT ME!” the young woman bellowed to them all, but they all ignored her and continued their leave. Tears of anger formed in the corners of her eyes, as she had to painfully, watch them escape in their vehicle. Her body began to tremble as she struggled to suppress her wrath, then finally, with a click, the cuffs fell off her hands and then she quickly removed herself from the others. After rising to her feet, she turned her body sideways and then slid her right foot forward across the concrete. She then extended her right arm towards the path the jeep had travelled. A bright light formed from within her palm and simultaneously, a pink haired girl went airborne. Zena only had one shot and missing her target would be unforgivable, however the bubble gum haired girl was an obstacle between her and her target.

“Get out of the way!” Zena roared. The girl turned her head back in mid air, gasping at the sight of shimmering ki. The raven-haired woman could not wait any longer. At this point, she could not care less if the girl was caught in the blast, as long as her beam met its intended target. With a mighty roar, she released the energy wave. Rose swerved to the side with a high-pitched yelp as it sailed past her. Unfortunately, the teenager could no longer control herself in the air and swayed about until she crashed into a shop window nearby, while Zena watched an explosion from afar. She crossed her arms with a grunt, unsatisfied, not convinced she had hit her target. It was entirely the pink haired girl’s fault for getting in the way. A man frowned at the empress as he ran past her, heading towards the girl who had crash-landed. With a softer grunt, Zena’s eyes returned to the smoke, which hoisted from the explosion.

Thank God you’re at home safe, Sage. As for me, I’ll be home soon.