Day Three: Early Morning

[Minoshia]

“F-Fine.” Minoshia stammered the forced words, lifting his left leg up underneath his chest and pushing his torso upwards. Hands resting on his knees, he eventually lifted his fractured body into a standing position. The darkness that haunted his dreams now surrounded him, engulfing him in a well of mystery. He had no idea where he was, and he had no idea where he was going – all he knew was that he had just agreed to allow his darker persona, that had been dormant in the cages of his mind, guide him through this competition. The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.

“Nothing to lose, everything to gain.” Minoshia grunted, imagining his bat crushing through the skull of the saiyan who had slain his android accomplice. Bardock’s red bandana became loose, falling idly to the ground as the Konat slammed the bat into his already deceased brain. In the vision the child held the rabid monkey down with firm foot pressed against his throat – repeatedly bringing his long metal friend down upon his adversary’s countenance, compressed blood shot from the wound and sprayed the body and face of the grinning prince.

The fantasy faded as he placed the bat in front of him, using it as a cane – imitating the many blind men he had seen walking the streets of the earthen cities. Tapping the metal bat from side to side, he began to taking small steps forward, inch by inch creeping towards his inevitable destiny.

“Whoa, shit!” He stumbled forward as slugger slipped on a soggy piece of sloped grass. He had been putting too much weight on the object, using it more like an actual cane than a traveling guide. Putting his hand down quickly, he caught himself before he collided into the dew covered surface. He wasn’t sure how, but he could sense where the ground would be and when his palm would slam into it. He shrugged the phenomenon off as instinct and pushed himself back into a standing position, and continued walking. He was moving very slowly, getting used to his lack of vision – this would not be easy, but at least traveling was possible. He also found that he needed to concentrate harder, feeling every step before he took it and listening for any hint of danger, a crackle in the distance or the sound of someone pushing aside vegetation; he was searching for anything out of the ordinary.

The air around him was slowly heating up, hinting at the coming of the new day. It was faint, but he could hear the sound of birds rising into the morning air, calling to each other in their own distinct manner. As was one of his habits, he decided he would rest before the sun rose into the sky and baked his already struggling body. Little did he know he had greatly over exaggerated the time of day, but it was the smaller things like that would take time, time he knew he didn’t have. Placing the baseball bat down on the earth, he carefully let himself fall to the ground – without much grace. He reached deep into his bag, fishing around for his canteen. After he grabbed the bottle of water, he realized that he had been foolishly looking into the bag; apparently it escaped him that his eyes were completely useless.

As he brought the nozzle to his lips, he gently tilted it upwards and poured water into his mouth. It hadn’t occurred to him until now, that he was resting and he had taken his mind off the dutiful labor of traveling without site, that he could practically feel his skin burning. His brow remained constantly angled, contorting his forehead into a pattern of furious wrinkles and his mouth was locked in a terrifying scorn. With his mind empty, he found himself replaying the scene that had happened mere hours ago – everytime the video ended with him watching the rocket explode from the cannon and land in the bus, resulting in a cataclysmic explosion. After that, everything turned black and mind numbing pain seared deep into his eyes, likely burning his retina and causing the blindness he now experienced.

He didn’t notice his entire body shaking with violent anger as he focused on the replay, a tornado of fury whipped through his small frame in an instant –awakening the demons of his past that dwelled deep inside his being. He could feel his glazed eyes ignite into fireballs, showing the television audience a peek into his soul. Like a small child, he brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his muscular arms around his shins as tight as he could, creating a small package out of his normally loose body. He quickly found himself rocking back and forth, using his buttocks as a pivot, in his furious rage. Leaning forward he sank his teeth into one of his folded biceps in an attempt to stop himself from screaming out in lunacy. Adorned in dark clothes, he had become nothing but a black ball of fury resting atop a small prominence in the vast landscape of Dante.

“I’ll get them…” He nodded to himself in reassurance. “Yes, I will kill them all… I will tear their eyes from their skulls and show them my pain.” He chuckled as he imagined Bardock and Violet stumbling around, blood streaming down their faces from their empty eye sockets. The vision rotated to show Minoshia, sitting on the ground playing with the freed eyeballs as if they were toys. “I will rip them limb from limb until there is nothing left, and then… I will bathe in their blood. Oh yes, yes we will.” Minoshia continued to rock in his violent manner, a sinister smirk crossing his face before his mouth opened as wide as it could and everything instantly became silent, all that could be heard was the deafening cackle of the maniacal child.