06-07-2008, 10:26 PM
Although Bujin undoubtedly died a few minutes ago, the android and konat continued to savagely stomp and club his bleeding, broken body. It wasn’t until Minoshia broke through the ribs that the two finally had to stop, both of them now slightly winded from their encounter with the blue-skinned competitor. Taking a step back, Seventeen let out a long sigh and hunched forward, placing his hands on his thighs as he breathed heavily. On the other side of mutilated corpse, Minoshia was striving to catch his breath as well.
After a few seconds, the dark prince began to laugh—it was a soft chuckle that slowly grew until is a malicious cackling that echoed into the afternoon sky. A few seconds later, Seventeen found himself laughing along with the young konat warrior. After a little under a minute, they both fell silent once more, their eyes finding one another’s gaze. The konat’s perpetual scowl was half masked beneath a thin layer of Bujin’s blood, but Minoshia didn’t seem to bother. In fact, the expression on his face could almost pass for glee.
Raising his hands to his face, Seventeen glanced at the boomerang. It was at that moment that he noticed he was also adorned with a thin film of blood. Under normal circumstances, it was plausible that the android would have felt revolted, but for one reason or another, he soon came to the realization that he was smiling. Something about the sensation of blood on his body unearthed a sort of previously unfelt glee within the android.
Why does this feel so gratifying? The voice inside the android’s head was his own. Is this…is this the man that I am? It was another one of those moments where the presence nestled deep within his subconscious was absent, perhaps taking the time to silent celebrating its victory. Kneeling down, Seventeen found himself staring at Bujin’s obliterated skull. Although the bone itself had caved in and his brains were now decorating the desert floor, one of the warrior’s eyes was still nestled within what remained of his face. The other was resting in a bloody mass a few inches from the blue man’s cranium.
As he stared into Bujin’s foggy, lifeless eye, the android felt a little surprised that he felt nothing but a mixture of overwhelming frustration and satisfaction. Nowhere amidst the whirl of motions did Seventeen feel anything vaguely resembling pity. The blue-skinned warrior was one of the competitors who had flocked to the android’s bed in the barracks prior to the start of the show. He was friends with the saiya-jin who the machine-hybrid had run into a day beforehand.
“Looks like your monkey friend wasn’t here to save you,” Seventeen whispered, leaning closer to the ensanguined corpse. This creature was the first of those little irritants that the android had dispatched, and if the cyborg had his way, he wouldn’t be the last of them to die at his hands. “Worthless,” the android rasped, and with that, he shot his hand forward and punched his thumb through the remaining eye of the blue-skinned warrior.
Pulling his finger out from the ruined skull of the slain combatant, Seventeen quickly wiped the blood off using his jeans. As he returned to a fully vertical position, he noticed that the konat had watched the strange little interaction, his bloodstained facial features expressing the sadist delight he extracted from his observations of the machine-hybrid’s more brutal side. Whilst still maintaining his eye contact with the android, Minoshia gave the corpse a final, violent kick and let out a delightful cackle when Bujin’s already broken ribs split apart into smaller pieces.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” The konat asked, reaching down and wrenching away one of the warrior’s splintered ribs. With a faint grin, Minoshia flicked the shard of bone down toward the ruined corpse—impaling it into Bujin’s abdomen. “The strong survive and the weak perish,” the dark prince uttered, prompting the android to silently shake his head. “No?” Minoshia inquired, lifting one of his ensanguined eyebrows as he stared at the cyborg
“No,” Seventeen muttered as a small globe of energy began to hum to life in the palm of his right hand. “This was personal,” he added, frowning heavily as he hurled the ball of ki into the shattered ribcage of the slain warrior. There was a faint flash of light, and then the already desecrated corpse exploded into a vibrant mass of fire, blood, and biological shrapnel. As the thin mist of smoke and blood subsided, the cyborg found the konat staring at him with a faint smile.
“Vengeance?” Minoshia inquired, cackling softly as he collected his bag. “Man of my own tastes,” he added as the android collected his possessions.
“Shall we go now?” Seventeen replied, staring at the blackened scar on the earth where Bujin had collapsed and been subsequently beaten to death like the dog that he was.
“Certainly,” Minoshia snickered, wiping some of the blood from his face as he turned toward the direction they had been traveling prior to their massacred of the blue-skinned warrior. “I’m sure there are more victims just waiting for us,” he added, his eyes gleaming with an overwhelming cruelty as the pair prepared to resume their trek.
After a few seconds, the dark prince began to laugh—it was a soft chuckle that slowly grew until is a malicious cackling that echoed into the afternoon sky. A few seconds later, Seventeen found himself laughing along with the young konat warrior. After a little under a minute, they both fell silent once more, their eyes finding one another’s gaze. The konat’s perpetual scowl was half masked beneath a thin layer of Bujin’s blood, but Minoshia didn’t seem to bother. In fact, the expression on his face could almost pass for glee.
Raising his hands to his face, Seventeen glanced at the boomerang. It was at that moment that he noticed he was also adorned with a thin film of blood. Under normal circumstances, it was plausible that the android would have felt revolted, but for one reason or another, he soon came to the realization that he was smiling. Something about the sensation of blood on his body unearthed a sort of previously unfelt glee within the android.
Why does this feel so gratifying? The voice inside the android’s head was his own. Is this…is this the man that I am? It was another one of those moments where the presence nestled deep within his subconscious was absent, perhaps taking the time to silent celebrating its victory. Kneeling down, Seventeen found himself staring at Bujin’s obliterated skull. Although the bone itself had caved in and his brains were now decorating the desert floor, one of the warrior’s eyes was still nestled within what remained of his face. The other was resting in a bloody mass a few inches from the blue man’s cranium.
As he stared into Bujin’s foggy, lifeless eye, the android felt a little surprised that he felt nothing but a mixture of overwhelming frustration and satisfaction. Nowhere amidst the whirl of motions did Seventeen feel anything vaguely resembling pity. The blue-skinned warrior was one of the competitors who had flocked to the android’s bed in the barracks prior to the start of the show. He was friends with the saiya-jin who the machine-hybrid had run into a day beforehand.
“Looks like your monkey friend wasn’t here to save you,” Seventeen whispered, leaning closer to the ensanguined corpse. This creature was the first of those little irritants that the android had dispatched, and if the cyborg had his way, he wouldn’t be the last of them to die at his hands. “Worthless,” the android rasped, and with that, he shot his hand forward and punched his thumb through the remaining eye of the blue-skinned warrior.
Pulling his finger out from the ruined skull of the slain combatant, Seventeen quickly wiped the blood off using his jeans. As he returned to a fully vertical position, he noticed that the konat had watched the strange little interaction, his bloodstained facial features expressing the sadist delight he extracted from his observations of the machine-hybrid’s more brutal side. Whilst still maintaining his eye contact with the android, Minoshia gave the corpse a final, violent kick and let out a delightful cackle when Bujin’s already broken ribs split apart into smaller pieces.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” The konat asked, reaching down and wrenching away one of the warrior’s splintered ribs. With a faint grin, Minoshia flicked the shard of bone down toward the ruined corpse—impaling it into Bujin’s abdomen. “The strong survive and the weak perish,” the dark prince uttered, prompting the android to silently shake his head. “No?” Minoshia inquired, lifting one of his ensanguined eyebrows as he stared at the cyborg
“No,” Seventeen muttered as a small globe of energy began to hum to life in the palm of his right hand. “This was personal,” he added, frowning heavily as he hurled the ball of ki into the shattered ribcage of the slain warrior. There was a faint flash of light, and then the already desecrated corpse exploded into a vibrant mass of fire, blood, and biological shrapnel. As the thin mist of smoke and blood subsided, the cyborg found the konat staring at him with a faint smile.
“Vengeance?” Minoshia inquired, cackling softly as he collected his bag. “Man of my own tastes,” he added as the android collected his possessions.
“Shall we go now?” Seventeen replied, staring at the blackened scar on the earth where Bujin had collapsed and been subsequently beaten to death like the dog that he was.
“Certainly,” Minoshia snickered, wiping some of the blood from his face as he turned toward the direction they had been traveling prior to their massacred of the blue-skinned warrior. “I’m sure there are more victims just waiting for us,” he added, his eyes gleaming with an overwhelming cruelty as the pair prepared to resume their trek.
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