06-01-2006, 06:36 AM
Humanity. A strange concept that was often invoked, it nonetheless held about it an undefinable mystique. What was humanity? Was it a race of people trying to scrape their way through the universe on the planet Earth? Was it a moral concept, a chivalrous code that ensured the rights and privileges to feelings that every being had? Or was it something deeper, something spiritual, an unknowable quality for an unknowable word that rose up from the very flurries of the souls and made them feel, if but for a moment, part of something more than themselves?
Whatever it might have been, Kid suddenly felt the weight of humanity slumping its heavy load upon him. Although he was certainly stronger than Atlas, he did not feel that he could bear the weight of the world that had settled down across his shoulders. He looked down into the deformed, undeniably dead face of Goten with a quiet shudder at the mortality of existence. The impact from behind had done more than simply rip away the back of the young man's skull. With surprising force the bolt had torn through the brain and out the front of the forehead, distorting the shape of connective tissues and rearranging rattled bones. Goten's bulging eyes, wide and staring, seemed to be watching him as he stood above. Judging. He leaned down and quickly flicked the saiyan's eyelids closed with the ends of his fingers.
Could he really have thought about doing this to Violet? Suddenly his stomach turned, clenched and wavered in its resolve not to vomit at the site of early onset rigor mortis. If he had shot her in the side of the head, no doubt the traitorous - but necessary - act would have resulted in a far more grotesque and nightmarish visage than this. But as an aside to that, how could he leave this to happen to her, or indeed to any of his friends, at the hands of someone else? He did not dwell on the question too long, as the woman he had tried to kill stalked away from the group and into the woods. Alone.
His fingers tightened on Seventeen's elbow as he pulled himself upright again with a small grunt of pain. Phantom muscles itched in the empty air where his leg should have been. He and the ebony haired youth had waited before following their comrades, whom had scouted ahead. As a result, they had had to make the journey together. Despite Buu's suspicions, Seventeen had helped him. "Thank you," he murmured quietly to the android, surprised at the subdued note in his own voice.
He turned to follow Violet into the forest.
Whatever it might have been, Kid suddenly felt the weight of humanity slumping its heavy load upon him. Although he was certainly stronger than Atlas, he did not feel that he could bear the weight of the world that had settled down across his shoulders. He looked down into the deformed, undeniably dead face of Goten with a quiet shudder at the mortality of existence. The impact from behind had done more than simply rip away the back of the young man's skull. With surprising force the bolt had torn through the brain and out the front of the forehead, distorting the shape of connective tissues and rearranging rattled bones. Goten's bulging eyes, wide and staring, seemed to be watching him as he stood above. Judging. He leaned down and quickly flicked the saiyan's eyelids closed with the ends of his fingers.
Could he really have thought about doing this to Violet? Suddenly his stomach turned, clenched and wavered in its resolve not to vomit at the site of early onset rigor mortis. If he had shot her in the side of the head, no doubt the traitorous - but necessary - act would have resulted in a far more grotesque and nightmarish visage than this. But as an aside to that, how could he leave this to happen to her, or indeed to any of his friends, at the hands of someone else? He did not dwell on the question too long, as the woman he had tried to kill stalked away from the group and into the woods. Alone.
His fingers tightened on Seventeen's elbow as he pulled himself upright again with a small grunt of pain. Phantom muscles itched in the empty air where his leg should have been. He and the ebony haired youth had waited before following their comrades, whom had scouted ahead. As a result, they had had to make the journey together. Despite Buu's suspicions, Seventeen had helped him. "Thank you," he murmured quietly to the android, surprised at the subdued note in his own voice.
He turned to follow Violet into the forest.
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