On this island, Zena had come across a substantial amount of personalities, compassionate, selfish, selfless, heroic, clumsy, moronic, but nobody as enigmatic as Juno. The boy was worse than the showers in her hostel, which switched between hot and cold every 15 seconds or so. He was an emotional wreck; a ticking time bomb. Sophia must have meant a lot to him for him to have lost his mind. One of the reasons why Zena was against getting close to people was not because she was afraid of getting hurt, but because of what she might do to the person who hurt her. Regardless, Juno had gone overboard; the hybrid could not condone his psychotic behaviour. Thank goodness the lunatic was out of sight now. She could not care less where he had gone, but whatever he had planned, or whoever he had to see, he had better not put her life at jeopardy, since her situation was bad enough as it was. She had to watch her step at all times in order to avoid setting off land mines, also, keep her eyes open for Kai’s gunmen who were relentless on making bullet burritos out of the group.
She thought the absence of Juno would restore normality among the group, but Ares had shown his true colours. He was a sick fuck and Zena was not sure how long she could stomach the fact that she was travelling with a person who had a piece from another male’s body in his backpack. She never thought she would have this opinion, but she would have preferred being with Orion right now, rather than Ares.
As they continued their dangerous journey, Zena for the first time took interest in the slightly older female Sophia. She had done something which impressed the princess, something, which she could not ignore. It was during their altercation with the soldier who had a shotgun. She had transferred ki from the man’s body, into her own.
“Sophia, was it?” she wondered, while rolling her cautious eyes about to continue spotting any signs of danger. The hybrid was not too good with remembering names after a first time of meeting someone. It was kind of embarrassing, yet she had made it a habit of forgetting.
“Yes, you got it right,” the other woman replied, also cautious during her venture, same with Ares.
“You have an admirable ability.”
“Uh,” Sophia replied, shocked. How did this woman know she possessed the ability to heal people? Sophia eyed the younger female with suspicion.
“Why the face?”
“How did you know I could heal people?” the blonde haired woman asked. “Have I seen you before?” Perhaps she had seen the princess at the temple. Rather than ask, she awaited a reply.
“Heal…you possess that ability too?.” This girl was something out of the ordinary. It was ironic that the person, who the hybrid had no intention to regard, was now the centre of her fascination. “Very impressive, any other rare abilities, excluding Flight and Ki control as they are as common as grey pigeons nowadays?”
“No other that are rare,” Sophia replied, not sure she had provided an accurate answer. It was Sophia’s ability to heal, which made her the centre of attention back at the temple too.
“Heal…you possess that ability too?” she remembered the dark haired girl say, which meant that her capability to heal had not been the ‘admirable ability’ Zena had referred to. So what other ability…? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as the other woman spoke.
“Look,” the hybrid whispered, nodding her head in order to point at the source of her interest to the sadistic saiyan and the angelic human, and then came an abrupt stop. They halted too once they had also seen it. A blue rucksack identical to that of the FoF participants lay on the ground, a few metres away from them. It appeared to be empty.
“Juno,” Sophia uttered in horror.
Zena felt a bad vibe about this and she was not sure like the other woman that this bag belonged to the one known as Juno. Something was not right. “No blood stains in sight,” Zena pointed out. “And look at the position of the bag, it’s just lying there out in the open, in the middle of this area. Even Juno would have been able to anticipate an ambush from the position the bag is in, if we assume Juno was within range of the position the bag is in, before he got captured,” she emphasized, using her fingers to make inverted commas. “We need to keep our eyes peeled more than ever,” she continued, scanning around the cave just like the other two. Her brown eyes followed a bat swoop from the ceiling and into a dark tunnel ahead. Suddenly, her eyes moved onto another image, a small hole in the caves wall, small enough to fit a body inside it. A chill ran through her body as she caught sight of a black nozzle poke its way out of the hole.
“FUCK!” she uttered in a statue motion, causing all eyes to turn in her direction.
BANG!
The next moment, her body sailed backwards. The velocity of her backwards motion caused her body to slide across the floor. “Argh,” she whispered in pain, laying on her back.
With anger, Ares fired a surge of ki towards the hole in the cave. His accuracy was pinpoint as the blast sailed through the hole, the impact of the explosion caused chunks of the wall to collapse downwards in a powerful rush, comparable to the Niagara Falls. Meanwhile, Sophia instinctively rushed towards the body that had taken the bullet. The body convulsed as blood splattered from its chest. “Hang in there Zena,” said the priestess in a panic. Relax she thought. You can heal her. “I’m going to heal you!” she exclaimed, holding onto the woman’s hand to help stop her involuntary movements.
“Shit!” yelled Ares as he tore off a piece of the soldiers over shirt, which he was wearing. He then crouched and pressed the piece of cloth against the woman’s chest wound. He needed her alive. The instructions Kai Demolic had given where ‘bring the bodies back sedated’, not ‘bloody and dead’. “You’re not going to die dammit!” he roared frustratingly. The elite warrior had not followed Zena only to have her die here.
Holding her bloody, left elbow, a blonde haired woman picked herself off the floor. Her heart raced with heavy thumps as she walked forwards towards the commotion, her jelly like legs almost gave way as she stumbled to the right. Ares and Sophia spun around to view the girl at the same time and then rising to his feet, the male saiyan extended out his arm and then ki formed into his palm.
“What’s the meaning if this, Ares?” she asked, gazing at the light of ki, which hummed from his palm.
“How do you know who I am?!”
Sophia returned to the body, only to discover that it had stopped moving completely, eyes closed too. The healer checked for a pulse, but got nothing.
“It’s me, Zena you fool. Are you hallucinating or what?!” the girl answered.
“What the fuck are you talking about?! That’s Zena!” he roared, pointing at the bloody body near his feet.
“No,” the blonde haired girl whispered, gazing at the body in horror and then in a flash, she appeared by the body and knelt down next to Sophia. “Zasha!” she screamed, placing her hand on the woman’s bloody chest.
“Who?” asked Ares, ki fading back into his palm. He was just as puzzled as Sophia.
The blonde haired girl gripped onto the bloody T-shirt of her counterpart in the flesh. ‘In the flesh’, she realised. How had they separated? It had all happed too fast for Zena to figure out and in Zasha’s condition, she was not in the position to give an explanation. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” the hybrid yelled, tugging onto the T-shirt. Taking a moment to calm down, she placed two fingers against the woman’s neck, another cold chill sweeping through her body as she checked for a pulse. No pulse. Zena felt the force of an imaginary train crashing into her as her hand sunk in defeat. “She’s gone,” the girl whispered, losing grip of the blood drenched T–shirt and then subconsciously sinking onto her bottom. “And I’m on my own.”
Ares observed the dead body, noticing a style of hair, which differed from the Zena they had been travelling with. This woman’s hair was untidy and spiky and there were no signs of a brown streak, along her raven hair. It was too different to remind him of Zena. What exactly was this dead person? Where had this other blonde haired girl who claimed to be the saiyan princess, come from?
“Go,” said the blonde haired girl to Sophia and Ares, while her hands rested on her knees, staring at the dead body in a trance. “Leave me alone with Zasha.”
There was no reply from either of them. They were still trying to get their head around the whole thing.
“GO!” she barked again.
She thought the absence of Juno would restore normality among the group, but Ares had shown his true colours. He was a sick fuck and Zena was not sure how long she could stomach the fact that she was travelling with a person who had a piece from another male’s body in his backpack. She never thought she would have this opinion, but she would have preferred being with Orion right now, rather than Ares.
As they continued their dangerous journey, Zena for the first time took interest in the slightly older female Sophia. She had done something which impressed the princess, something, which she could not ignore. It was during their altercation with the soldier who had a shotgun. She had transferred ki from the man’s body, into her own.
“Sophia, was it?” she wondered, while rolling her cautious eyes about to continue spotting any signs of danger. The hybrid was not too good with remembering names after a first time of meeting someone. It was kind of embarrassing, yet she had made it a habit of forgetting.
“Yes, you got it right,” the other woman replied, also cautious during her venture, same with Ares.
“You have an admirable ability.”
“Uh,” Sophia replied, shocked. How did this woman know she possessed the ability to heal people? Sophia eyed the younger female with suspicion.
“Why the face?”
“How did you know I could heal people?” the blonde haired woman asked. “Have I seen you before?” Perhaps she had seen the princess at the temple. Rather than ask, she awaited a reply.
“Heal…you possess that ability too?.” This girl was something out of the ordinary. It was ironic that the person, who the hybrid had no intention to regard, was now the centre of her fascination. “Very impressive, any other rare abilities, excluding Flight and Ki control as they are as common as grey pigeons nowadays?”
“No other that are rare,” Sophia replied, not sure she had provided an accurate answer. It was Sophia’s ability to heal, which made her the centre of attention back at the temple too.
“Heal…you possess that ability too?” she remembered the dark haired girl say, which meant that her capability to heal had not been the ‘admirable ability’ Zena had referred to. So what other ability…? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted as the other woman spoke.
“Look,” the hybrid whispered, nodding her head in order to point at the source of her interest to the sadistic saiyan and the angelic human, and then came an abrupt stop. They halted too once they had also seen it. A blue rucksack identical to that of the FoF participants lay on the ground, a few metres away from them. It appeared to be empty.
“Juno,” Sophia uttered in horror.
Zena felt a bad vibe about this and she was not sure like the other woman that this bag belonged to the one known as Juno. Something was not right. “No blood stains in sight,” Zena pointed out. “And look at the position of the bag, it’s just lying there out in the open, in the middle of this area. Even Juno would have been able to anticipate an ambush from the position the bag is in, if we assume Juno was within range of the position the bag is in, before he got captured,” she emphasized, using her fingers to make inverted commas. “We need to keep our eyes peeled more than ever,” she continued, scanning around the cave just like the other two. Her brown eyes followed a bat swoop from the ceiling and into a dark tunnel ahead. Suddenly, her eyes moved onto another image, a small hole in the caves wall, small enough to fit a body inside it. A chill ran through her body as she caught sight of a black nozzle poke its way out of the hole.
“FUCK!” she uttered in a statue motion, causing all eyes to turn in her direction.
BANG!
The next moment, her body sailed backwards. The velocity of her backwards motion caused her body to slide across the floor. “Argh,” she whispered in pain, laying on her back.
With anger, Ares fired a surge of ki towards the hole in the cave. His accuracy was pinpoint as the blast sailed through the hole, the impact of the explosion caused chunks of the wall to collapse downwards in a powerful rush, comparable to the Niagara Falls. Meanwhile, Sophia instinctively rushed towards the body that had taken the bullet. The body convulsed as blood splattered from its chest. “Hang in there Zena,” said the priestess in a panic. Relax she thought. You can heal her. “I’m going to heal you!” she exclaimed, holding onto the woman’s hand to help stop her involuntary movements.
“Shit!” yelled Ares as he tore off a piece of the soldiers over shirt, which he was wearing. He then crouched and pressed the piece of cloth against the woman’s chest wound. He needed her alive. The instructions Kai Demolic had given where ‘bring the bodies back sedated’, not ‘bloody and dead’. “You’re not going to die dammit!” he roared frustratingly. The elite warrior had not followed Zena only to have her die here.
Holding her bloody, left elbow, a blonde haired woman picked herself off the floor. Her heart raced with heavy thumps as she walked forwards towards the commotion, her jelly like legs almost gave way as she stumbled to the right. Ares and Sophia spun around to view the girl at the same time and then rising to his feet, the male saiyan extended out his arm and then ki formed into his palm.
“What’s the meaning if this, Ares?” she asked, gazing at the light of ki, which hummed from his palm.
“How do you know who I am?!”
Sophia returned to the body, only to discover that it had stopped moving completely, eyes closed too. The healer checked for a pulse, but got nothing.
“It’s me, Zena you fool. Are you hallucinating or what?!” the girl answered.
“What the fuck are you talking about?! That’s Zena!” he roared, pointing at the bloody body near his feet.
“No,” the blonde haired girl whispered, gazing at the body in horror and then in a flash, she appeared by the body and knelt down next to Sophia. “Zasha!” she screamed, placing her hand on the woman’s bloody chest.
“Who?” asked Ares, ki fading back into his palm. He was just as puzzled as Sophia.
The blonde haired girl gripped onto the bloody T-shirt of her counterpart in the flesh. ‘In the flesh’, she realised. How had they separated? It had all happed too fast for Zena to figure out and in Zasha’s condition, she was not in the position to give an explanation. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” the hybrid yelled, tugging onto the T-shirt. Taking a moment to calm down, she placed two fingers against the woman’s neck, another cold chill sweeping through her body as she checked for a pulse. No pulse. Zena felt the force of an imaginary train crashing into her as her hand sunk in defeat. “She’s gone,” the girl whispered, losing grip of the blood drenched T–shirt and then subconsciously sinking onto her bottom. “And I’m on my own.”
Ares observed the dead body, noticing a style of hair, which differed from the Zena they had been travelling with. This woman’s hair was untidy and spiky and there were no signs of a brown streak, along her raven hair. It was too different to remind him of Zena. What exactly was this dead person? Where had this other blonde haired girl who claimed to be the saiyan princess, come from?
“Go,” said the blonde haired girl to Sophia and Ares, while her hands rested on her knees, staring at the dead body in a trance. “Leave me alone with Zasha.”
There was no reply from either of them. They were still trying to get their head around the whole thing.
“GO!” she barked again.
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Does honesty earn respect or inspire revenge? Is it smarter to attack the strong or annihilate the weak?