[5] Prison

[Hellfighter 17]

A low, yet audible, moan was erupting throughout the arena; over the dust brushing against the walls, or even the flurry of fists being thrown at an opponent, but only one person heard it. Their green ears picking up on the waves in the air, but the brain did not pay any attention; it was focusing on the circular, metallic object. The namekian?s eyes were glistening and his heart was beating, all accompanied by the palms of his hand sweating. Grasping tightly onto the hole of death, Piccolo moved his feet, causing dust to surface from the ground and dirty his clothes.

Seventeen?s body was pressed up against the wall with his forehead leaking onto the seemingly-impenetrable surface. ?Agh,? he moaned, trying to twist his head into a vantage point whilst his lips formed into a grimace. The android?s mind would not allow the body to reach it maximum in this state of pain and bewilderment. The humanoid?s eyelids started to come down every few seconds, their weight beginning to increase. Using energy to keep himself conscious, Seventeen could not find the mental process to free himself of the green bean and place the collar back to a safe position.

Suddenly, the robot?s eyes widened as he could feel his mind being overcome by another force. He could not grasp just what it was at first. Soon, though, he could hear breathing on the other end, but no words were uttered as of yet. ?I. . .? His eyes perked up as the voice on the other end was recognizable with only one letter being said. ?I. . .still love you, Seventeen.? The android?s face picked up from its former state of paleness and colour flushed to his cheeks. ?I always will.? With those last words, the hell fighter could feel his mind becoming his under his complete control again. She was gone, for now.

Piccolo?s eyes widened as he pushed more energy to his hands. His brow furrowed and his ?eyebrows? formed an obtuse ?V.? His body surged forwards and the robot?s head went smashing into the metallic wall, opening another hole for which his crimson blood to flow from. ?N?? The humanoid?s eyes began to become clouded by tears. Seventeen?s voice starting to fragment with rasp sounds rupturing every now and then.
?N. . .o.? The robot?s hair began to lift off of his scalp as his power surged, with strands clotted together by dried blood. A wind draped in burgundy erupted around Piccolo, distorting his view. The namek?s hands clenched tighter onto the ?droid as his body was pushed back by the power. ?I can?t?? Seventeen stopped himself mid-sentence, choking on blood that had spurted into his throat. After forcing it down, the humanoid continued: ?I can?t fail her.?

Piccolo?s left eye twitched as he was thrown back and to the left slightly by the power, but he still tugged on the hole of death. ?I must live!? the robot shouted, forcing himself off of the wall. His body pushed the namekian?s back, causing him to fly through the air. Seventeen?s face contorted as his brow seemed to be thickened and his hair was floating wildly above his head, advocated by the power rushing through him. His arms leapt back, searching for his collar; the appendages appeared to be dislocated by how far they reached and at what angle. ?I won?t!? shouted the synthetic human, grasping onto the namek?s arms. As their bodies flew in mid-air, with only the propulsion from the ?bot?s surge of power keeping them up there, Seventeen allowed his emotions to run freely as he had when he began pummeling Cell at the hospital. The humanoid?s fingernails began to puncture the green skin on the forearms. With blood seeping underneath his nails, the robot continued to push forth his power, not allowing Piccolo to let go of his hole of death. The namekian screamed out, with his fangs being barred, and his eyes widening.

The robot, after attaining a suitable hold, pulled the arms towards him, then, before they hit the ground, forced himself into the air, propelling the two of them. Piccolo?s body now swung before Seventeen, slamming against the cybernetic legs. The hell fighter finally allowed the body of his aggressor to slip down towards the ground. He watched, with heavy breathes, as the bludgeoned green bean fell for the ground.

After Seventeen?s breathing calmed down to a healthy rate, he held his hands up. His palms and the undersides of his fingers were the first in his view, but he slowly curled the fingers inwards, showing his nails. Seventeen looked with awe, he looked at them like he had never looked at anything before; there was blood underneath his fingernails.

The humanoid?s head shook violently, amazed at the sight before him, it was such a common trait in battle to have red on your hands, but he had never seen anything like this in such a way.

A pain engulfed Seventeen?s mind as the clasped hands of Piccolo enveloped around the synthetic neck. The humanoid?s eyes widened and his mouth was left ajar. The cybernetic body began to propel towards the ground at an amazing rate, with the namek diving after. Just before the robot would hit the ground, the green bean used his emerald hammer to knock his opponent in a direction again, this time towards one of the walls, though. Allowing his fellow combatant to reach his destination this time, Piccolo allowed himself a short breather to recover from the previous inflictions.

The humanoid looked up from his position on the ground, seeing the super namekian raging towards his location. After his breath left his body in shakes, the robot, jumped up, reaching over his opponent. With eyes shaking and face without focus, Seventeen leapt down towards his aggressor again, landing behind green bean. The robot grabbed ahold of one of the emerald arms and pushed it behind Piccolo?s back and forced him towards the wall.

The humanoid looked down towards the hand he had taken grasp of, with eyes misty and face lacking focus for anything. The pupils glanced towards the green fingers and the extended fingernails; there was blood underneath his fingernails.

OOC: Done. Shocking revelations for HF. Yea-yuh. BTW, those speech parts in italics is telepathy from Selipa. I've had permission to do that for a while now. So, yea.