03-12-2009, 02:15 PM
Zena’s body felt numb as she lay in a crater against the side wall of a bank, which was a coincidence considering Orion had high hopes of a payday. Mentally, her thoughts were screaming, move!, but physically, she could not move a single muscle in her body. Her blurry vision, as a result of having the back of her head slammed into a wall, improved. Only then did she take note of what she believed was unmistakably, a tranquilizer dart, clutched in the hand of the tall saiyan. So it was a tranquilizer rifle he had brought to the battleground, instead of a rifle you would load with metal, cylinder projectiles. This meant that he did not intend to kill her, instead, sedate her and bring her back to Kai in exchange for his so-called prize. Although she had no choice now but to accept her fate that she had fallen prey to the one eyed warrior, she failed to agree with his method of elimination.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she grumbled quietly with hardly any strength to speak in a higher tone. “We agreed to fight to the death.”
“If I don’t bring you back sedated, no reward money, it’s that simple. I led you to believe we’d fight to the death, sorry.”
Zena growled so quietly it almost came out as a long hiss a scorned cat would make.
He aimed the weapon towards her chest, right hand on its long pipe and his left index finger drawing towards its trigger.
Moments away from her defeat, Zena took a trip down memory lane, halting her imaginary journey at the time she first laid eyes on the eyeless saiyan. She had discovered his motif and as a result, had preached to him about lacking honour, when hours earlier before she had been kidnapped, she had signed a contract, which declared her a professional assassin. She had taken it personally that he had been promised a large zeni prize for capturing any members of the two groups whom had been introduced to the game against their will, but yet as an assassin, she would be getting paid to kill targets. She had criticized him, notably called him a traitor for his desire to capture a person from the same race as him, but what Zena would be assigned to do in the future, if she would still be alive by then, was much worse. She would be allocated to assassinate human beings and since she was part human, that did not make her any different from Orion. As a matter of fact, that made her even worse than him; it made her a hypocrite.
“I apologize,” she said quietly.
The sincerity in her beautiful brown eyes caused Orion’s mouth to open a little in shock. Those were the last words he would ever have expected would escape the judgemental girl’s mouth. “Sorry?” he wondered.
“You and I aren’t that much different.”
As much as he wanted to know what she was getting at, he had a job to do and paranoia led him to wonder if she was procrastinating her defeat in order to gain as little as enough strength to overcome her catch-22 situation.
Orion had to admit, he had grown to respect her. For a girl her age, her talent as a warrior was rare. Out of respect for her, he felt it would be appropriate to be honest with her. “If it’s any consolation, you were worth the 100,000.” After a “goodbye,” he pulled the trigger.
Her vision captured a blur, which instantly became an image, more specifically, a mirage of a man standing in front of her with his back facing her. It only took a moment to figure out who this blonde haired man was. “Dad?” she uttered faintly. She was more shocked at what he had wrapped tightly between his left, balled fist. It was the silver dart with a red coating, which Orion had fired towards her.
“How?” wondered a voice from ahead, and then suddenly, the image of her father disappeared. Only then was she able to see what had left Orion in disbelief and wondering ‘how?’ There the dart was, floating in front of her chest.
“Im…possible,” she denied, staring at the dart in horror.
Judging by Zena’s statement and expression, neither could she muster a logical explanation.
No matter, thought Orion, snapping out of a disbelieving trance. While he reached for another tranquilizer dart from the insides of his garment, the hybrid curiously motioned her eyes downwards and amazingly, the dart followed her eyes.
Telekinesis, she realised with a smile, thanks to her knowledge as a scientist. She just could not believe that hidden within her was the ability to move objects with her mind or even her hands. Zena was sure nobody but she knew about this, because if anyone else knew, they would have informed her. This discovery was far greater and far more significant than any of her discoveries while working as a scientist. She never ever imagined she would be sharing the same ability as superheroes such as Jane Grey from the Ex-Men on TV. More amazing was the fact that Jane Grey was just a fictional character, while she was a real person.
Wait till Sage hears about this.
She was pulled away from her world of thought by a click noise from what sounded like Orion’s rifle. The distraction was enough to make her lose focus and also control over the dart and it dropped to the ground with a ping sound.
Orion aimed lower towards her gut and pulled the trigger once more, another dart soared towards her. She strained her eyes, hoping the mirage of her father was only a figment of her imagination and that she had actually been the one who had used telekinesis to stop the sharp, pointed object from penetrating her chest.
The moment of truth came sooner than she realised. To her joy, the dart floated a couple of centimetres away from her stomach.
“Not again!” the one eyed saiyan yelled furiously.
As good and as historical as this moment was for Zena, she could feel her eyes straining from the amount of concentration she was using to control the movement of the dart. She managed to turn it around so that it was facing Orion. “Go to sleep,” she chuckled weakly with hardly any energy left. That was when she remembered the flaw of using a rare ability like telekinesis. It consumed a considerable amount of energy. With a groan indicating her lack of fatigue, she blacked out, the tranquilizer falling to the ground just like the first one. Finally, she was undoubtedly Orion’s for the taking.
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Zena’s eyes slowly opened while she continued to drool out of the left side of her mouth, mixing in with the dried up stain she had left on the leather seat at the back of the vehicle. Sweat, which had been produced from both her battle with Orion and the heat of the desert, drenched her clothes. Also, the car reeked of a combination of body odours. Only upon gaining full consciousness would Zena realise where she was, and the dangers ahead, and discover that Dimitri was below her, unconsciously spread across the jeep’s floor, due to being a victim of sedation too, and also discover that Kokukashin was not with them. It would be a matter of time before she fully regained consciousness, but until then, she would continue to be a liability.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she grumbled quietly with hardly any strength to speak in a higher tone. “We agreed to fight to the death.”
“If I don’t bring you back sedated, no reward money, it’s that simple. I led you to believe we’d fight to the death, sorry.”
Zena growled so quietly it almost came out as a long hiss a scorned cat would make.
He aimed the weapon towards her chest, right hand on its long pipe and his left index finger drawing towards its trigger.
Moments away from her defeat, Zena took a trip down memory lane, halting her imaginary journey at the time she first laid eyes on the eyeless saiyan. She had discovered his motif and as a result, had preached to him about lacking honour, when hours earlier before she had been kidnapped, she had signed a contract, which declared her a professional assassin. She had taken it personally that he had been promised a large zeni prize for capturing any members of the two groups whom had been introduced to the game against their will, but yet as an assassin, she would be getting paid to kill targets. She had criticized him, notably called him a traitor for his desire to capture a person from the same race as him, but what Zena would be assigned to do in the future, if she would still be alive by then, was much worse. She would be allocated to assassinate human beings and since she was part human, that did not make her any different from Orion. As a matter of fact, that made her even worse than him; it made her a hypocrite.
“I apologize,” she said quietly.
The sincerity in her beautiful brown eyes caused Orion’s mouth to open a little in shock. Those were the last words he would ever have expected would escape the judgemental girl’s mouth. “Sorry?” he wondered.
“You and I aren’t that much different.”
As much as he wanted to know what she was getting at, he had a job to do and paranoia led him to wonder if she was procrastinating her defeat in order to gain as little as enough strength to overcome her catch-22 situation.
Orion had to admit, he had grown to respect her. For a girl her age, her talent as a warrior was rare. Out of respect for her, he felt it would be appropriate to be honest with her. “If it’s any consolation, you were worth the 100,000.” After a “goodbye,” he pulled the trigger.
Her vision captured a blur, which instantly became an image, more specifically, a mirage of a man standing in front of her with his back facing her. It only took a moment to figure out who this blonde haired man was. “Dad?” she uttered faintly. She was more shocked at what he had wrapped tightly between his left, balled fist. It was the silver dart with a red coating, which Orion had fired towards her.
“How?” wondered a voice from ahead, and then suddenly, the image of her father disappeared. Only then was she able to see what had left Orion in disbelief and wondering ‘how?’ There the dart was, floating in front of her chest.
“Im…possible,” she denied, staring at the dart in horror.
Judging by Zena’s statement and expression, neither could she muster a logical explanation.
No matter, thought Orion, snapping out of a disbelieving trance. While he reached for another tranquilizer dart from the insides of his garment, the hybrid curiously motioned her eyes downwards and amazingly, the dart followed her eyes.
Telekinesis, she realised with a smile, thanks to her knowledge as a scientist. She just could not believe that hidden within her was the ability to move objects with her mind or even her hands. Zena was sure nobody but she knew about this, because if anyone else knew, they would have informed her. This discovery was far greater and far more significant than any of her discoveries while working as a scientist. She never ever imagined she would be sharing the same ability as superheroes such as Jane Grey from the Ex-Men on TV. More amazing was the fact that Jane Grey was just a fictional character, while she was a real person.
Wait till Sage hears about this.
She was pulled away from her world of thought by a click noise from what sounded like Orion’s rifle. The distraction was enough to make her lose focus and also control over the dart and it dropped to the ground with a ping sound.
Orion aimed lower towards her gut and pulled the trigger once more, another dart soared towards her. She strained her eyes, hoping the mirage of her father was only a figment of her imagination and that she had actually been the one who had used telekinesis to stop the sharp, pointed object from penetrating her chest.
The moment of truth came sooner than she realised. To her joy, the dart floated a couple of centimetres away from her stomach.
“Not again!” the one eyed saiyan yelled furiously.
As good and as historical as this moment was for Zena, she could feel her eyes straining from the amount of concentration she was using to control the movement of the dart. She managed to turn it around so that it was facing Orion. “Go to sleep,” she chuckled weakly with hardly any energy left. That was when she remembered the flaw of using a rare ability like telekinesis. It consumed a considerable amount of energy. With a groan indicating her lack of fatigue, she blacked out, the tranquilizer falling to the ground just like the first one. Finally, she was undoubtedly Orion’s for the taking.
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Zena’s eyes slowly opened while she continued to drool out of the left side of her mouth, mixing in with the dried up stain she had left on the leather seat at the back of the vehicle. Sweat, which had been produced from both her battle with Orion and the heat of the desert, drenched her clothes. Also, the car reeked of a combination of body odours. Only upon gaining full consciousness would Zena realise where she was, and the dangers ahead, and discover that Dimitri was below her, unconsciously spread across the jeep’s floor, due to being a victim of sedation too, and also discover that Kokukashin was not with them. It would be a matter of time before she fully regained consciousness, but until then, she would continue to be a liability.
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Does honesty earn respect or inspire revenge? Is it smarter to attack the strong or annihilate the weak?