05-27-2006, 10:26 PM
?He isn?t who you think he is, anymore, Seventeen. He never was. He used us all. He is an android, like you, Seventeen. He had managed to hide his true form under the guise of a gentle, trusting Namekian. He?s abandoned us all. No longer is he a brother of Civil Unrest. Only a traitor??
The words echoed without end in the depths of the android?s mine?taunting him. Seventeen felt his jaw sag as he attempted to rationalize the situation. Even his central processing unit drew a blank?proving that in the end, even it wasn?t infallible. The machine-hybrid watched, frozen and incoherent as his mind descended into a state of anarchy, as Violet took off. A few moments later, Super Buu started after the woman in an effort to go console her apparently wounded emotional state. Seventeen didn?t care?he couldn?t care. Whatever part of his psyche that was supposed to fell sad at how hurt Violet appeared felt nothing but unbridled rage.
A few feet away, the other members of the ragtag alliance were commentating on the scene playing out before them, but all the android did was stare into the horizon. He could hear words and sounds all around him, but nothing could overpower the hate and confusion that were welling up within his partially robotic form. Maniac thoughts danced around in the cyborg?s head as his vision began to blur. How could Piccolo have been a traitor all along? The sheer thought made absolutely no sense, but from the expression and demeanor in which Violet had relayed her story, the android had to unwillingly accept that couldn?t have been a fabrication. It was that fact alone that was driving Seventeen insane. The machine-hybrid had spent endless months fighting alongside that namekian. Whether they had been fighting the bio-androids, monsters on Kala, or the Red Stallions, Piccolo and he had been all but inseparable. To find out that someone who he considered to be a brother was now a traitor was maddening.
The android turned around slowly, his gaze passing over everyone that was still standing around. How many of them were harboring ulterior motives? How many of these people would end up plunging a dagger into his back when they got the opportune moment? Seventeen took a step away from the group of warriors, clenching both of his bony fingers into two tight fists as the anger billowed up to complement the abundance of distrust. Soon enough, tiny streaks of blood escaped the palms of the android, the blood seeping through his knuckles before plunging toward the ground in saturated drops.
?Seventeen, are you all right?? Sixteen asked, stepping forward and extending a sympathetic hand in the android?s general direction. ?Piccolo?or whatever-?
?Shut the fuck up,? Seventeen uttered, turning a pair of hate-filled eyes toward the hulking android. ?You don?t understand, and you never will. Just leave me the fuck alone,? Sixteen, with the blue, cat-like creature perched on his shoulder, took a step backwards, his expression showing very obviously that he was stunned by the sudden outburst. Seventeen didn?t care?Sixteen couldn?t possibly conceiver what he was going through. No one could. Jackie Chun took a step forward, but the machine-hybrid turned sharply, his crazed gaze halting the old man?s advance.
?You can?t let things like this consume you, young man,? the human derelict uttered. ?It is just something you must face with you head held high. Betrayals happen, but you can never let what others do affect you so harshly,? Seventeen, blocking out whatever the geezer was ranting about, turned away from the stares. A scream?confused, angry, and sad all at the same time?escaped his lips as his hands shot up from his sides, releasing a massive discharge of blue ki the moment they came together. The blast careened into the trees, instantly shattering the first mighty oak that it came in contact with. The fusion between wood and energy was relieving to the weary eyes of the android: In one brilliant moment, the tree and its adjacent brothers disintegrated. The leaves exploded into cinders as the wood crumbled into nothingness beneath the intense heat. At that moment, the cyborg felt the first tears start down his dirtied cheeks.
?Emo, much?? The voice was vaguely familiar, but Seventeen lacked the interest or mental efficiency to apply it to a name or face. The machine-hybrid lowered his blood-stained palms and turned his head in the direction of the sound. His rage had swollen?affecting his vision so that saw nothing but blurred images hued by red. The raven-haired warrior shuddered, a war raging in his mind as insanity fought for prevalence and power. Seventeen could see the tall pink object step toward him, but then it paused, the smaller shape next to it halting its advance. Words were spoken by the individuals around the android, but his cognitive senses were failing?consumed still by the hodgepodge of emotional stress his already weakened mind was enduring.
Then it happened. The coup d'?tat ended and it was insanity?s regime that emerged from the struggling within the android?s head. With one last, pained scream, Seventeen took off, shoving passed the two figures that had emerged from the woods and stampeding into the forest, eyes clenched shut and fists clenched. Branches and thorns cut at the cyborg?s form as he ran, but none of that really meant anything to him anymore. The android couldn?t fathom how someone would spend so much time building respect and trust for someone if they planned to eventually stab that person in the back. Why couldn?t Piccolo have just killed him at the beginning? The namekian had always been stronger then the android, but yet he delayed whatever plans he had in order to make the inevitable defection all too harder upon the cyborg. Piccolo?s plan had worked perfectly, and now nothing made any sense to Seventeen anymore?nothing.
Stopping in his tracks, the machine-hybrid turned his pained, reddened eyes to the canopy above him. The sun was beginning to set and it appeared that twilight was soon approaching. Falling to his knees, the cybernetic warrior ran his hands through his matted helm of ebony hair, his trembling fingers creeping up towards the apex of his cranium. Turning his eyes back toward the skyline?barely visible due to the thickness of the tress?the android screamed.
The words echoed without end in the depths of the android?s mine?taunting him. Seventeen felt his jaw sag as he attempted to rationalize the situation. Even his central processing unit drew a blank?proving that in the end, even it wasn?t infallible. The machine-hybrid watched, frozen and incoherent as his mind descended into a state of anarchy, as Violet took off. A few moments later, Super Buu started after the woman in an effort to go console her apparently wounded emotional state. Seventeen didn?t care?he couldn?t care. Whatever part of his psyche that was supposed to fell sad at how hurt Violet appeared felt nothing but unbridled rage.
A few feet away, the other members of the ragtag alliance were commentating on the scene playing out before them, but all the android did was stare into the horizon. He could hear words and sounds all around him, but nothing could overpower the hate and confusion that were welling up within his partially robotic form. Maniac thoughts danced around in the cyborg?s head as his vision began to blur. How could Piccolo have been a traitor all along? The sheer thought made absolutely no sense, but from the expression and demeanor in which Violet had relayed her story, the android had to unwillingly accept that couldn?t have been a fabrication. It was that fact alone that was driving Seventeen insane. The machine-hybrid had spent endless months fighting alongside that namekian. Whether they had been fighting the bio-androids, monsters on Kala, or the Red Stallions, Piccolo and he had been all but inseparable. To find out that someone who he considered to be a brother was now a traitor was maddening.
The android turned around slowly, his gaze passing over everyone that was still standing around. How many of them were harboring ulterior motives? How many of these people would end up plunging a dagger into his back when they got the opportune moment? Seventeen took a step away from the group of warriors, clenching both of his bony fingers into two tight fists as the anger billowed up to complement the abundance of distrust. Soon enough, tiny streaks of blood escaped the palms of the android, the blood seeping through his knuckles before plunging toward the ground in saturated drops.
?Seventeen, are you all right?? Sixteen asked, stepping forward and extending a sympathetic hand in the android?s general direction. ?Piccolo?or whatever-?
?Shut the fuck up,? Seventeen uttered, turning a pair of hate-filled eyes toward the hulking android. ?You don?t understand, and you never will. Just leave me the fuck alone,? Sixteen, with the blue, cat-like creature perched on his shoulder, took a step backwards, his expression showing very obviously that he was stunned by the sudden outburst. Seventeen didn?t care?Sixteen couldn?t possibly conceiver what he was going through. No one could. Jackie Chun took a step forward, but the machine-hybrid turned sharply, his crazed gaze halting the old man?s advance.
?You can?t let things like this consume you, young man,? the human derelict uttered. ?It is just something you must face with you head held high. Betrayals happen, but you can never let what others do affect you so harshly,? Seventeen, blocking out whatever the geezer was ranting about, turned away from the stares. A scream?confused, angry, and sad all at the same time?escaped his lips as his hands shot up from his sides, releasing a massive discharge of blue ki the moment they came together. The blast careened into the trees, instantly shattering the first mighty oak that it came in contact with. The fusion between wood and energy was relieving to the weary eyes of the android: In one brilliant moment, the tree and its adjacent brothers disintegrated. The leaves exploded into cinders as the wood crumbled into nothingness beneath the intense heat. At that moment, the cyborg felt the first tears start down his dirtied cheeks.
?Emo, much?? The voice was vaguely familiar, but Seventeen lacked the interest or mental efficiency to apply it to a name or face. The machine-hybrid lowered his blood-stained palms and turned his head in the direction of the sound. His rage had swollen?affecting his vision so that saw nothing but blurred images hued by red. The raven-haired warrior shuddered, a war raging in his mind as insanity fought for prevalence and power. Seventeen could see the tall pink object step toward him, but then it paused, the smaller shape next to it halting its advance. Words were spoken by the individuals around the android, but his cognitive senses were failing?consumed still by the hodgepodge of emotional stress his already weakened mind was enduring.
Then it happened. The coup d'?tat ended and it was insanity?s regime that emerged from the struggling within the android?s head. With one last, pained scream, Seventeen took off, shoving passed the two figures that had emerged from the woods and stampeding into the forest, eyes clenched shut and fists clenched. Branches and thorns cut at the cyborg?s form as he ran, but none of that really meant anything to him anymore. The android couldn?t fathom how someone would spend so much time building respect and trust for someone if they planned to eventually stab that person in the back. Why couldn?t Piccolo have just killed him at the beginning? The namekian had always been stronger then the android, but yet he delayed whatever plans he had in order to make the inevitable defection all too harder upon the cyborg. Piccolo?s plan had worked perfectly, and now nothing made any sense to Seventeen anymore?nothing.
Stopping in his tracks, the machine-hybrid turned his pained, reddened eyes to the canopy above him. The sun was beginning to set and it appeared that twilight was soon approaching. Falling to his knees, the cybernetic warrior ran his hands through his matted helm of ebony hair, his trembling fingers creeping up towards the apex of his cranium. Turning his eyes back toward the skyline?barely visible due to the thickness of the tress?the android screamed.
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