03-14-2009, 08:33 PM
Her eyes opened once more, this time in a zombie like fashion. With a long groan, the pale woman raised her sweaty face from the backseat of the vehicle. Temporarily losing control of herself, she tipped onto the right hand side of the vehicle, her head hitting the window, not hard enough to put a crack in it, nor hard enough to wound herself. Her right hand pressed against the window, her sweaty palm leaving a moist hand print.
“You’re awake then.” Zena turned to the left, towards the voice to find a blue rucksack being held towards her by a blonde haired, young man.
What an awkward moment, thought Kaden as the woman did nothing but stare at the bag in a trance.
“It’s yours.” Immediately after he had informed her that it belonged to her, she snatched the bag from it, quicker than he even realised and then pulled it open, her hands trembling from hunger as she brought out ¾ of what remained of her loaf of bread. It felt like butter in her hands as it slipped out of it and onto her lap. Next, she pulled out her bottle of water. Something which she should have opened with ease, took her a lifetime to open in her feeble condition. “Hrrgh,” she struggled, desperately trying to open the one thing that would stop her from dehydrating.
“Need help?” a red headed woman asked from the driving seat. “My name’s Piper by the way.”
Zena was sure she knew this green eyed woman from somewhere. Her name seemed to ring a bell too. Nevertheless, the hybrid reverted back to the question.
Normally, she would have given a straightforward ‘no’ as she answer, but it was amazing what people would do if their life depended on it, and since she did not plan on dying without taking Kai down first, she would swallow what remained of her saiyan pride. Without gazing at the alleged driver, Zena lifted the bottle towards her, left hand trembling. Piper held onto her hand to stop the trembling but after a hostile hiss from the dark haired girl, Piper removed it, instead, holding held the top part of the plastic bottle, and even from using one hand to hold onto it, she could still feel it vibrating. Piper took note of the haggardness on the woman’s face and guilt immediately entered her since she was a hunter too after all. Even the blonde haired man showed a look of compassion. Poor girl, he thought.
Once Piper had opened the bottle for her, Zena hastily retrieved it from her and quickly placed it to her lips. You would have had to be a deaf person not her hear her deep gulps as she backed the contents of the water. As much as she wanted to consume everything inside the bottle, she knew she had to reserve some for another desperate time, which she more than likely predicted would arise. Impressively fighting the urge not to down it all, she pulled the bottle away from her lips, letting out a refreshing “aaah,” as some water dripped down her lips. She was sure not to let even the trails go to waste as she used her index finger to wipe them off her chin and then lick the same finger. Water never tasted so good. Next, it was the breads. She took a whole chunk of it and then stuffed it into her mouth. From her actions, it was not hard to tell that she and Dimitri were two individuals who had been deprived of food, as he too was devouring his piece of bread menacingly in a typical saiyan fashion. Fortunately, a bit of food and water was all it needed to bring some colour back into her face.
“You okay now?” the blonde haired man asked. “I’m Kaden by the way.”
“Zena,” she replied closing her eyes. After reopening them with a deep breath, she took a moment to observe the situation. There was Dimitri, who she had been travelling with, but after scanning the vehicle, was not able to trace the other saiyan. What was his name again?
Kokushan, she remembered, sure she had gotten his name right. He was not here among herself and Dimitri and that could only mean one thing. That bastard of a hunter must have killed him. His death would not be in vain though. She would make sure of it. Orion and his hunting partner would get their turn, all in good time. Patience was a virtue after all. Despite being a saiyan, who were known for their impatience, Zena lived by that virtue and others similar, such as ‘good things come to those who wait’.
Despite Kaden and Piper’s air of warmness, they were among Orion and his saiyan friend and in addition, they did not look like two people who had been sedated, which led Zena to believe that they were all members of the hunting group who were assigned to capture the other two groups, and because of that, she had to be extra careful and keep her guard up at all times.
“Where’s that guy we were with?” Dimitri asked Zena.
“Not sure,” she replied, glaring at the youngster who leaned against the side of the vehicle. Ares responded with a look of remorselessness.
“Blame me,” Orion replied. “He refused to stand down, even though his battle was lost.”
“Bastard,” cursed Dimitri to the elderly saiyan. He would have yelled it out had he the strength to. He went for Orion with his fist clenched in pace, which seemed like slow motion, but with an effortful groan, Zena pulled his arm back, saving her ally from embarrassing himself.
“It won’t do you any good in your condition.”
“But he killed that guy,” Dimitri mumbled. “We gotta make them pay.”
“Their naivety will lead to their own sweet destruction; that I can assure you,” she replied, turning her face towards the window closest to her.
“You’re awake then.” Zena turned to the left, towards the voice to find a blue rucksack being held towards her by a blonde haired, young man.
What an awkward moment, thought Kaden as the woman did nothing but stare at the bag in a trance.
“It’s yours.” Immediately after he had informed her that it belonged to her, she snatched the bag from it, quicker than he even realised and then pulled it open, her hands trembling from hunger as she brought out ¾ of what remained of her loaf of bread. It felt like butter in her hands as it slipped out of it and onto her lap. Next, she pulled out her bottle of water. Something which she should have opened with ease, took her a lifetime to open in her feeble condition. “Hrrgh,” she struggled, desperately trying to open the one thing that would stop her from dehydrating.
“Need help?” a red headed woman asked from the driving seat. “My name’s Piper by the way.”
Zena was sure she knew this green eyed woman from somewhere. Her name seemed to ring a bell too. Nevertheless, the hybrid reverted back to the question.
Normally, she would have given a straightforward ‘no’ as she answer, but it was amazing what people would do if their life depended on it, and since she did not plan on dying without taking Kai down first, she would swallow what remained of her saiyan pride. Without gazing at the alleged driver, Zena lifted the bottle towards her, left hand trembling. Piper held onto her hand to stop the trembling but after a hostile hiss from the dark haired girl, Piper removed it, instead, holding held the top part of the plastic bottle, and even from using one hand to hold onto it, she could still feel it vibrating. Piper took note of the haggardness on the woman’s face and guilt immediately entered her since she was a hunter too after all. Even the blonde haired man showed a look of compassion. Poor girl, he thought.
Once Piper had opened the bottle for her, Zena hastily retrieved it from her and quickly placed it to her lips. You would have had to be a deaf person not her hear her deep gulps as she backed the contents of the water. As much as she wanted to consume everything inside the bottle, she knew she had to reserve some for another desperate time, which she more than likely predicted would arise. Impressively fighting the urge not to down it all, she pulled the bottle away from her lips, letting out a refreshing “aaah,” as some water dripped down her lips. She was sure not to let even the trails go to waste as she used her index finger to wipe them off her chin and then lick the same finger. Water never tasted so good. Next, it was the breads. She took a whole chunk of it and then stuffed it into her mouth. From her actions, it was not hard to tell that she and Dimitri were two individuals who had been deprived of food, as he too was devouring his piece of bread menacingly in a typical saiyan fashion. Fortunately, a bit of food and water was all it needed to bring some colour back into her face.
“You okay now?” the blonde haired man asked. “I’m Kaden by the way.”
“Zena,” she replied closing her eyes. After reopening them with a deep breath, she took a moment to observe the situation. There was Dimitri, who she had been travelling with, but after scanning the vehicle, was not able to trace the other saiyan. What was his name again?
Kokushan, she remembered, sure she had gotten his name right. He was not here among herself and Dimitri and that could only mean one thing. That bastard of a hunter must have killed him. His death would not be in vain though. She would make sure of it. Orion and his hunting partner would get their turn, all in good time. Patience was a virtue after all. Despite being a saiyan, who were known for their impatience, Zena lived by that virtue and others similar, such as ‘good things come to those who wait’.
Despite Kaden and Piper’s air of warmness, they were among Orion and his saiyan friend and in addition, they did not look like two people who had been sedated, which led Zena to believe that they were all members of the hunting group who were assigned to capture the other two groups, and because of that, she had to be extra careful and keep her guard up at all times.
“Where’s that guy we were with?” Dimitri asked Zena.
“Not sure,” she replied, glaring at the youngster who leaned against the side of the vehicle. Ares responded with a look of remorselessness.
“Blame me,” Orion replied. “He refused to stand down, even though his battle was lost.”
“Bastard,” cursed Dimitri to the elderly saiyan. He would have yelled it out had he the strength to. He went for Orion with his fist clenched in pace, which seemed like slow motion, but with an effortful groan, Zena pulled his arm back, saving her ally from embarrassing himself.
“It won’t do you any good in your condition.”
“But he killed that guy,” Dimitri mumbled. “We gotta make them pay.”
“Their naivety will lead to their own sweet destruction; that I can assure you,” she replied, turning her face towards the window closest to her.
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Does honesty earn respect or inspire revenge? Is it smarter to attack the strong or annihilate the weak?