Kai had played the scene involving the shooting, over and over again. He had specifically concentrated on the part where the supposedly girl named Zena, got sniped, watching that specific part in slow motion. The moment the bullet had struck the young ‘witch’ (he liked to think she was), another body had emerged from it and had sailed backwards, while the body that had taken the bullet, dropped dead. Now he was meant to believe that the new, blonde haired woman was really Zena. He could not comprehend it, but nevertheless, if the woman was who she claimed to be, then that would mean that she was one fortunate bitch for escaping death. “This isn’t what I expected,” growled the furious president of FoF, watching the blonde haired girl carry the dead body of a saiyaness in her arms, back in the direction, which the group had come from, before the incident. “And where is she taking that dead carcass?” That was a question, which the woman by his side, his wife, could not answer. Kai was not expecting an answer since he was talking to himself. “The whole thing makes no sense. What I have come to realise is that this blondie really is Zena,” he said to his wife this time.
“What makes you so sure?” asked Trisha Demolic, using both hands to rub the tense man’s shoulders. He flicked her hands off because the man did not need her comfort right now.
“Can’t you see the stress vein?” he asked, directing his finger to the right side of his head. “That’s how I know she’s really Zena. The fortunate witch somehow used a substitute to take the hit. It was like wearing a bullet proof vest, only far more impressive.” He smirked at the screen and then laughed, applauding the young hybrid with claps. “She’s remarkable. That’s twice she’s escaped death now. Look at her…” he instructed to his wife, who had already been looking. “That arrogance of hers and her resilience; she’s just what the show needed, which is ironic considering her intentions, BUT, I cannot allow her to ruin my show.”
“Don’t worry, her luck will run out.”
“No, she was lucky the first time. This time, her survival was down to sheer brilliance, yet you still foolishly underestimate her… but despite her nine lives, I will rid her from my island.”
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Despite the struggle to carry Zasha’s dead weight for over five minutes, determination had led Zena to her destination. A still and green river stood 8 feet below her now. This was the only place suitable for Zasha’s body. Zena had too much respect for her to allow her to rot in the middle of nowhere.
The princess, who was stained all over with the full-blooded warrior’s blood, put her down for a moment in order to pay her last respects. There she was, lying motionless on the ground. Zasha never looked so peaceful. At the tender age of 21, she had yet to experience the beauty of life beyond its darkness.
I will live on for you and your sacrifice. After lowering her face towards the raven haired woman, she closed her eyes, placing her lips on the warriors pale forhead, giving her a soft kiss goodbye. Next came the part, which she was reluctant to do, let go. A tear formed in the corner of her left eye, but she refused to let it stream down her face. She would not cry because she had to keep her emotions in check.
Until we meet again, she thought, picking up Zasha’s body from the ground, leaving behind a patch of blood. Slanting herself forward against the edge of the rocky face, she released the body. It sailed downwards and dropped into the water with a big splash, and down in the water it sunk, turning a shade of green into crimson.
There was no need for Zena to wait around and watch the way the river flowed. Dimitri and Zasha had not sacrificed themselves just so she could mope. Survival and revenge were her clear-cut goals and with that in mind, she needed to find the others since strength came in numbers.
“What makes you so sure?” asked Trisha Demolic, using both hands to rub the tense man’s shoulders. He flicked her hands off because the man did not need her comfort right now.
“Can’t you see the stress vein?” he asked, directing his finger to the right side of his head. “That’s how I know she’s really Zena. The fortunate witch somehow used a substitute to take the hit. It was like wearing a bullet proof vest, only far more impressive.” He smirked at the screen and then laughed, applauding the young hybrid with claps. “She’s remarkable. That’s twice she’s escaped death now. Look at her…” he instructed to his wife, who had already been looking. “That arrogance of hers and her resilience; she’s just what the show needed, which is ironic considering her intentions, BUT, I cannot allow her to ruin my show.”
“Don’t worry, her luck will run out.”
“No, she was lucky the first time. This time, her survival was down to sheer brilliance, yet you still foolishly underestimate her… but despite her nine lives, I will rid her from my island.”
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Despite the struggle to carry Zasha’s dead weight for over five minutes, determination had led Zena to her destination. A still and green river stood 8 feet below her now. This was the only place suitable for Zasha’s body. Zena had too much respect for her to allow her to rot in the middle of nowhere.
The princess, who was stained all over with the full-blooded warrior’s blood, put her down for a moment in order to pay her last respects. There she was, lying motionless on the ground. Zasha never looked so peaceful. At the tender age of 21, she had yet to experience the beauty of life beyond its darkness.
I will live on for you and your sacrifice. After lowering her face towards the raven haired woman, she closed her eyes, placing her lips on the warriors pale forhead, giving her a soft kiss goodbye. Next came the part, which she was reluctant to do, let go. A tear formed in the corner of her left eye, but she refused to let it stream down her face. She would not cry because she had to keep her emotions in check.
Until we meet again, she thought, picking up Zasha’s body from the ground, leaving behind a patch of blood. Slanting herself forward against the edge of the rocky face, she released the body. It sailed downwards and dropped into the water with a big splash, and down in the water it sunk, turning a shade of green into crimson.
There was no need for Zena to wait around and watch the way the river flowed. Dimitri and Zasha had not sacrificed themselves just so she could mope. Survival and revenge were her clear-cut goals and with that in mind, she needed to find the others since strength came in numbers.