06-07-2008, 08:50 PM
"Zangya..."
Celipa could barely function on a mental level. The pain that was coursing through her chest and shoulder was enough to inspire an almost crazed desire to be nuked with painkillers. The struggle to gain and then release breath was an ongoing one to the injured saiyaness, and even worse than that, was the struggle to process the happenings of the past few hours in her brain.
One dead ally. Bojack's corpse remained at the campsite, with nothing but a pile of vomit to act as a gravestone. Half of her wanted to go back and bury him.
One backstabber. Zangya was gone, carrying away nothing but Bojack's bag and Celipa's misplaced trust.
The others around her were as silent as the dead body they had left behind. Kirano's eyes were closed for silent thought, and his back was propped up against a tall tree. And Aero's gaze was almost always on her, when Cel looked over. She owed him her life for saving her from the pitchfork wielding super saiyan, and yet, she wasn't sure how much of this was care and how much of this was him hitting on her.
Her thoughts were jarred by a particularly painful gulp of air setting off a spasm of pain in her chest. The saiyan's nimble hand found its way to the injury and clung to it in an attempt at soothing. Aero was on his feet in an instant, ready to offer his assistance.
"Cel, are you -"
Her pride answered for her.
"I'm fine!" she snapped. The events of the past few hours were breeding an almost unexplainable aggression in her.
He seemed taken aback by her edginess.
"Err, ok...sorry," he sat back down, and gave her a look of rejection.
She felt bad for a moment, but, the same pride that had gotten her into this situation was denying her the right of apology. Celipa sighed, and turned her head to look at an innocent mouse scurrying through the grass nearby.
She wondered how long it would be before nature took its course, and the mouse would meet its maker just like every other living thing on this island.
It was at this point she thought she understood what it was that the Abyss was about. It wasn't about making the best friends you could, and it wasn't about watching out for the weaker rungs on the ladder.
The Abyss was about survival at any means necessary. Bojack was proof of that, lying back at the campsite, utterly cold and dead - killed by the person Celipa had been most devoted to protecting. Why was it that she had pitied Zangya?
In the chaos and uncertainty, she had forgotten.
Celipa could barely function on a mental level. The pain that was coursing through her chest and shoulder was enough to inspire an almost crazed desire to be nuked with painkillers. The struggle to gain and then release breath was an ongoing one to the injured saiyaness, and even worse than that, was the struggle to process the happenings of the past few hours in her brain.
One dead ally. Bojack's corpse remained at the campsite, with nothing but a pile of vomit to act as a gravestone. Half of her wanted to go back and bury him.
One backstabber. Zangya was gone, carrying away nothing but Bojack's bag and Celipa's misplaced trust.
The others around her were as silent as the dead body they had left behind. Kirano's eyes were closed for silent thought, and his back was propped up against a tall tree. And Aero's gaze was almost always on her, when Cel looked over. She owed him her life for saving her from the pitchfork wielding super saiyan, and yet, she wasn't sure how much of this was care and how much of this was him hitting on her.
Her thoughts were jarred by a particularly painful gulp of air setting off a spasm of pain in her chest. The saiyan's nimble hand found its way to the injury and clung to it in an attempt at soothing. Aero was on his feet in an instant, ready to offer his assistance.
"Cel, are you -"
Her pride answered for her.
"I'm fine!" she snapped. The events of the past few hours were breeding an almost unexplainable aggression in her.
He seemed taken aback by her edginess.
"Err, ok...sorry," he sat back down, and gave her a look of rejection.
She felt bad for a moment, but, the same pride that had gotten her into this situation was denying her the right of apology. Celipa sighed, and turned her head to look at an innocent mouse scurrying through the grass nearby.
She wondered how long it would be before nature took its course, and the mouse would meet its maker just like every other living thing on this island.
It was at this point she thought she understood what it was that the Abyss was about. It wasn't about making the best friends you could, and it wasn't about watching out for the weaker rungs on the ladder.
The Abyss was about survival at any means necessary. Bojack was proof of that, lying back at the campsite, utterly cold and dead - killed by the person Celipa had been most devoted to protecting. Why was it that she had pitied Zangya?
In the chaos and uncertainty, she had forgotten.
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems