06-07-2008, 10:00 PM
Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes ticked to hours. All of the pent up excitement had nowhere to go without some kind of violent encounter. The lazy afternoon hours slowly expired, showing nothing along the horizon. Dangers were present, yes, but there was no immediate threat. It was so incredibly…boring. When night fell, they were obviously going to have to find their jollies elsewhere. Bardock appeared to be a little more practiced at patience, except this new version of Violet wasn’t quite as willing. She was a little twitchy, like a kid on their birthday waiting to open the presents. Bardock smiled inwardly. Unfortunately, things didn’t always work out like you planned. Going gung-ho into this world only panned out if you actually ran into somebody. A lot of it was waiting…waiting, and careful strategy.
The afternoon sun was warm and soothing. Coupled with the serious lack of stimulation, the fighter was suddenly made aware of how tired he had become. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly slept. It must have been two or three days by now. The brawler had once been able to do it during training, but that had been non-stop focus and bodybuilding. Now, he was not only physically exhausted from running place to place at such a clip, he was mentally exhausted from all of the effort to keep the pieces of his partnership from falling through. Bardock’s eyes began to droop heavily, wear and fatigue fully setting in. He glanced over at Violet. It was possibly a very, very bad idea to fall asleep when she was like this. As her eyes met his, however, something powerful and unspoken passed between the two. Bardock stretched out and laced his fingers behind his head, sitting back against a wall. His chest rose and fell more slowly, more rhythmically. The world turned hazy, and her clear picture began to blur. She was the last thing he saw as his consciousness disappeared into nothing.
Bardock was running. Running fast, and hard. His breathing easily reflected the brutal pace upon which he found himself. His legs pumped wildly through a dark tunnel, nothing visible except those that would bring the saiya-jin down. The axe clenched in his fist danced and cleaved through the air, a painter’s brushstroke. Blood sprayed through the air as nameless, faceless bodies slumped to the ground, the artist enacting his masterpiece. A trail of them snaked behind the frenzied warrior. As the final obstacle leapt in his path, Bardock roared and raised his deadly blade, bringing it down in a dramatic sweep. A severed head fell first, followed by the lifeless corpse. The ebony-haired fighter found himself at the end of the tunnel as a bright light enveloped the blackness. Vast ocean blended with the rays of a setting sun greeted him. He stood boldly upon a grassy cliff, the deadly rock face sloping sharply down to what could be a craggy death. End of the road.
Someone else was there with him. His head slowly turned to the side, and saw Violet standing before him. Her small, delicate body was peppered with misty red, as no doubt was he. Without a word, the two strode over to one another and met in an embracing kiss that rivaled that of their previous. Bardock couldn’t help but wonder what else she was hiding from him as he thumbed at the hemline of her jean shorts. It was a strange and frightening feeling, but he let himself go to it for a moment. Only a moment.
They sensed it was time, and simultaneously broke away, jumping far back into their separate sides. Bardock twirled his bloody axe anxiously in one hand, face hardened into an expression of battle. She was the same as her finger strayed to the trigger of her nail gun. Bardock sucked in a deep breath, and that was the audible cue. The scene was no longer from the viewpoint of the saiyan, but instead played out in a panoramic profile view, the setting sun across the ocean fashioning a dramatic backdrop. Bardock leaped high into the air, bringing his other hand to grasp the handle as he pulled the axe above his head and behind his arching back, preparing to bring it down in a single cleaving stroke. At the exact same moment, Violet raised her nail gun, aiming expertly for his heart as her index slowly squeezed the trigger.
It was the end.
And it was also just the beginning.
The scene faded to white just before the final blows were struck.
Bardock slowly awoke, consciousness returning to his brain. Immediately, he looked for his companion. He found her almost instantly, still gazing at the city. She was still here, and so was he. The fighter stretched the sleep from his muscles and stood. There wasn’t a scratch on him that hadn’t been there before. He joined her at her place of observation. The bright yellow ball of light was dipping below the surface, casting a somber glow upon the dead metropolis. That certainly seemed to be a recurring motif. Cracked and ruined buildings stood silently, their stories already told. The remnants of this place were naught but memories now. Some of theirs had been added to them, swirling along in a painful past of what was once and would never be again.
No matter how badly they’d started, things were looking up for the duo. They were going to fight…together.
Bardock spoke, breaking the moment. “Let’s go. There’s nothing here for us anymore.”
The afternoon sun was warm and soothing. Coupled with the serious lack of stimulation, the fighter was suddenly made aware of how tired he had become. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly slept. It must have been two or three days by now. The brawler had once been able to do it during training, but that had been non-stop focus and bodybuilding. Now, he was not only physically exhausted from running place to place at such a clip, he was mentally exhausted from all of the effort to keep the pieces of his partnership from falling through. Bardock’s eyes began to droop heavily, wear and fatigue fully setting in. He glanced over at Violet. It was possibly a very, very bad idea to fall asleep when she was like this. As her eyes met his, however, something powerful and unspoken passed between the two. Bardock stretched out and laced his fingers behind his head, sitting back against a wall. His chest rose and fell more slowly, more rhythmically. The world turned hazy, and her clear picture began to blur. She was the last thing he saw as his consciousness disappeared into nothing.
Bardock was running. Running fast, and hard. His breathing easily reflected the brutal pace upon which he found himself. His legs pumped wildly through a dark tunnel, nothing visible except those that would bring the saiya-jin down. The axe clenched in his fist danced and cleaved through the air, a painter’s brushstroke. Blood sprayed through the air as nameless, faceless bodies slumped to the ground, the artist enacting his masterpiece. A trail of them snaked behind the frenzied warrior. As the final obstacle leapt in his path, Bardock roared and raised his deadly blade, bringing it down in a dramatic sweep. A severed head fell first, followed by the lifeless corpse. The ebony-haired fighter found himself at the end of the tunnel as a bright light enveloped the blackness. Vast ocean blended with the rays of a setting sun greeted him. He stood boldly upon a grassy cliff, the deadly rock face sloping sharply down to what could be a craggy death. End of the road.
Someone else was there with him. His head slowly turned to the side, and saw Violet standing before him. Her small, delicate body was peppered with misty red, as no doubt was he. Without a word, the two strode over to one another and met in an embracing kiss that rivaled that of their previous. Bardock couldn’t help but wonder what else she was hiding from him as he thumbed at the hemline of her jean shorts. It was a strange and frightening feeling, but he let himself go to it for a moment. Only a moment.
They sensed it was time, and simultaneously broke away, jumping far back into their separate sides. Bardock twirled his bloody axe anxiously in one hand, face hardened into an expression of battle. She was the same as her finger strayed to the trigger of her nail gun. Bardock sucked in a deep breath, and that was the audible cue. The scene was no longer from the viewpoint of the saiyan, but instead played out in a panoramic profile view, the setting sun across the ocean fashioning a dramatic backdrop. Bardock leaped high into the air, bringing his other hand to grasp the handle as he pulled the axe above his head and behind his arching back, preparing to bring it down in a single cleaving stroke. At the exact same moment, Violet raised her nail gun, aiming expertly for his heart as her index slowly squeezed the trigger.
It was the end.
And it was also just the beginning.
The scene faded to white just before the final blows were struck.
Bardock slowly awoke, consciousness returning to his brain. Immediately, he looked for his companion. He found her almost instantly, still gazing at the city. She was still here, and so was he. The fighter stretched the sleep from his muscles and stood. There wasn’t a scratch on him that hadn’t been there before. He joined her at her place of observation. The bright yellow ball of light was dipping below the surface, casting a somber glow upon the dead metropolis. That certainly seemed to be a recurring motif. Cracked and ruined buildings stood silently, their stories already told. The remnants of this place were naught but memories now. Some of theirs had been added to them, swirling along in a painful past of what was once and would never be again.
No matter how badly they’d started, things were looking up for the duo. They were going to fight…together.
Bardock spoke, breaking the moment. “Let’s go. There’s nothing here for us anymore.”
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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