Day Two: Early Morning

[Burter Jr]

Face to Face

Olibu and Retane

Olibu walked towards his bag after his walk, mainly to idly look for something to drink. He was still having trouble sleeping, so he figured taking a walk would perhaps help him tire out. But of course, even if he fall asleep...the nightmares would keep coming back him. Haunting him.

Even earlier, the blonde warrior had awoken to find himself in tears, on his knees, hearing voices. A shameful position. But the island, and the game, and the already horrible memories were getting to him.

What a crybaby. Such a loser.

Olibu whirled around. He knew the voice, but not the location. "Bulma?" He stepped forward, in between two trees. "Is that you?"

You're pathetic. Couldn't even protect me right.

He shook his head, closing his eyes. "Get out of my head, Bulma. It's just my mind, playing tricks."

Sure, if telling yourself that makes you feel better.

"Shut up! It's just my mind!" The normally strong warrior punched the tree with all his might, causing it to shake. "You are NOT Bulma!"

"Bulma's dead!" Someone shouted. This one was much clearer and closer. "And you will be too!" Olibu spun around again, this time to face a real live creature. A namek dove onto him, forcing them both to the ground.

Olibu remembered, vaguely. The two hasn't had much of a meeting. They had bumped into each other during the pre-show, and had a very small conversation, introducting themselves and then going on their way. It was ironic that now they were facing off.

"Retane!?" Olibu forced out in surprise. He was interupted by a green fist hitting his jaw.

The namekian rolled on top of Olibu, pinning him down. He brought a fist up, and smacked it into the man's jaw again. Again. Again. "So did ya see her, Olibu?" Retane grunted as he abused the man's jaw. "Did ya watch her die? Tell me about it!"

"Fuck you!" The angered human grunted. He brought a foot up and shoved it into the gut of Retane, forcing him back. The namekian dropped back onto his feet, stumbling into a tree.

"Feisty!" Shouted the namek. Olibu rolled back onto his side as Retane dove forward. "Good!"

The golden-topped fighter grabbed the fist coming at him. "What is wrong with you?!" Olibu growled, "This is what happens when you let the game take control! Fight it, Retane! You've turned into an animal!"

He was interupted again by Retane's fist, the opposite one, slamming into his cheek. "You have no idea what I've done!" The namek roared. He threw two punchs at the man's chest, like a boxer. "I didn't come here to camp, you fool! I came here to win!" He kicked Olibu in the stomach, causing him to bend, and then slammed his knee into the man's face. Olibu flew onto his back. "Get up! I'm not done! You're more fun then Nappa was."

Olibu rolled over. He was hurting, bad. His face was smashed up and he was covered in blood. The man, moved up to one knee, looking over. "You killed Nappa?"

"It was his own fault, but believing that I cared," Retane said in a low, serious voice.

The blonde shook his head. "You've...changed yourself." He let a finger push the red button in the middle of the battle charger.

"I told you, Olibu!" Retane shot forward, running full speed. He pushed a card out, raising it up. "I'm playing to win!"

Everything stopped. Olibu's hand caught Retane's arm just as it was making it's flight down to kill him. He saw the card: Nine of Hearts. "What's the point in winning, Retane," Olibu questioned, "If you have to turn into a monster in the process?"

He suddenly brought the arm back, and wailed it forward. With the battle charger giving it the boost, it sent a shockwave across the air that sprawled Retane backwards like a rocket. He hit the tree, hard, and then fell onto his knees.

Olibu picked up an object by his back and moved forward.

Retane was looking at the card in his hands. The Nine of Hearts still had the blood of Nappa on it. Was this fate, he would be holding this card?

"This is for Nappa," Olibu told him. He brought his foot back, and then up to kick the man with a painful thud in the stomach. "And this is for Bulma!" The blonde brought a fist up, uppercutting the namek, who fell back. He stood up, trying to shake off the hits. But Olibu was almost twice as strong as he was before.

Olibu shoved Retane to the side, on the ground. He held up the item he had taken from Bulma. The baseball cap.

"And this," he said simply. "This is just for me."

He flicked his wrist, and the hat spun in the air like a frisbee, then slammed into the green forehead. Retane paused a moment when he realized what happened. Then he fell back, the air around him fading.

He looked to the side. In his hard was the card he had gutted Nappa with. Fate...?

When Retane stopped breathing, Olibu causually took the hat back. "I'm sorry," he said aloud. "I'm sorry you had to go like this. You were too gone. Too into the game."

Olibu grabbed Retane's bag, and the supplies he wanted, before heading off. He had learned something that night, against the namek.

The island would throw many things his way. Many people who would try to kill him. But the biggest obstacle to overcome, was the fear and doubt that his own mind would try to plant. No longer would Olibu fall victim to himself.

"This one's for you, Bulma."

#06 Retane DEAD

30 Fighters Remaining

Olibu's got a really smashed up face, bleeding and bruised. Only a story wound though, won't affect anything.

The deck of cards are there if Olibu wants them.

Olibu is tired for 24 OOC hours for the battle charger