05-29-2006, 08:14 PM
How easy it would be to just slit all their throats right now, to claim each of their heads as his trophy, to take a larger role in the game. He had been held back thus far and it didn?t look as if his power was going to be allowed to fully stretch. He was like a coiled snake, ready and waiting for the right moment to strike out and pump his poison into whomever crossed his path, but who would be brave enough to step into his line of sight, then again, maybe it wasn?t a question of who was brave enough, maybe it was more of ?who was stupid enough?.
Garlic Junior tossed in his sleep, rolling off of his injured leg. It was quite for now, as if the entire island had become a place of infinite stillness. A light breeze blew across the plains and rustled the tall grass. The distant sound of waves kept a surreal feeling in the air, this was definitely the quiet before the storm. The only question that remained was, who would be the first to strike? What new forbidden zones would be activated? How many people would die today?
After what had been hours, the fused Sayajin began to stir. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, a soft yawn escaped his lips. Extending his arms into the air, he stretched, making quaint noises as he rolled over to his side and pushed himself to his feet. Yawning again, he turned to the two androids, Hellfighter Seventeen and Android Thirteen, both must have stayed awake throughout the entire night. Noticing the look on Trunks? face, the white haired humanoid took a step forward, it was time for a report.
"Ah, finally, morning," Trunks mentioned, awaking the rest of his alliance.
"It's been pretty quiet," Thirteen commented. "Everyone else must've been asleep as well."
Trunks only gave a slight nod, then he lifted his backpack of the ground and rummaged through it, finding food and devoured it within mere moments. Thirteen watched and wondered how Sayajin?s metabolisms worked, after all, they could eat to no end. Glancing down at his own sack, the droid wondered if he too should eat. The thought came and went, but the sudden voice of the other droid startled him.
"Hey, someone's coming up!" The entire group shook off their grogginess and sprung to their feet, preparing themselves for a possible fight. Trunks grabbed his ki rifle and knelt down, aiming at the approaching being.
He walked within visual range of the group, and Trunks lowered his weapon. "... Goten?"
"Trunks!?" the startled hybrid responded.
Confused, Thirteen watched as this new stranger came looming out of the shadows and into the dim light from the barn. He was around the same height as Trunks and by the body structure, he too was part Sayajin, or full Sayajin, the android couldn?t get a full sense on anyone due to these damned collars.
The two halflings greated each other excitedly and Thirteen only shook his head. He couldn?t fully understand or appreciate human emotions anymore, something in him had changed when Trunks had crashed into him. He no longer felt part human, his dominant side had been reversed from human to machine, which meant one thing, less compassion. He no longer felt bound to the rules of silly love and hate, instead it was replaced with survival instincts. His CPU had somehow released the human control and it was now free to reign supreme within the machine-hybrid.
The last reminisce of thought the CPU had recorded was the human half of Thirteen screaming out...
?God help us all.?
Garlic Junior tossed in his sleep, rolling off of his injured leg. It was quite for now, as if the entire island had become a place of infinite stillness. A light breeze blew across the plains and rustled the tall grass. The distant sound of waves kept a surreal feeling in the air, this was definitely the quiet before the storm. The only question that remained was, who would be the first to strike? What new forbidden zones would be activated? How many people would die today?
After what had been hours, the fused Sayajin began to stir. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, a soft yawn escaped his lips. Extending his arms into the air, he stretched, making quaint noises as he rolled over to his side and pushed himself to his feet. Yawning again, he turned to the two androids, Hellfighter Seventeen and Android Thirteen, both must have stayed awake throughout the entire night. Noticing the look on Trunks? face, the white haired humanoid took a step forward, it was time for a report.
"Ah, finally, morning," Trunks mentioned, awaking the rest of his alliance.
"It's been pretty quiet," Thirteen commented. "Everyone else must've been asleep as well."
Trunks only gave a slight nod, then he lifted his backpack of the ground and rummaged through it, finding food and devoured it within mere moments. Thirteen watched and wondered how Sayajin?s metabolisms worked, after all, they could eat to no end. Glancing down at his own sack, the droid wondered if he too should eat. The thought came and went, but the sudden voice of the other droid startled him.
"Hey, someone's coming up!" The entire group shook off their grogginess and sprung to their feet, preparing themselves for a possible fight. Trunks grabbed his ki rifle and knelt down, aiming at the approaching being.
He walked within visual range of the group, and Trunks lowered his weapon. "... Goten?"
"Trunks!?" the startled hybrid responded.
Confused, Thirteen watched as this new stranger came looming out of the shadows and into the dim light from the barn. He was around the same height as Trunks and by the body structure, he too was part Sayajin, or full Sayajin, the android couldn?t get a full sense on anyone due to these damned collars.
The two halflings greated each other excitedly and Thirteen only shook his head. He couldn?t fully understand or appreciate human emotions anymore, something in him had changed when Trunks had crashed into him. He no longer felt part human, his dominant side had been reversed from human to machine, which meant one thing, less compassion. He no longer felt bound to the rules of silly love and hate, instead it was replaced with survival instincts. His CPU had somehow released the human control and it was now free to reign supreme within the machine-hybrid.
The last reminisce of thought the CPU had recorded was the human half of Thirteen screaming out...
?God help us all.?