05-29-2007, 04:12 AM
Thump thump?thump thump?thump thump?
The sickening beat reverberated itself throughout the otherwise tranquil jungle, bouncing off trees, echoing through valleys, and ringing continually through the roiling, colorless, fog which now occupied the non-transformer?s mind. Undisturbed the beat continued its belligerent pattern, the seconds had long ago grown into minutes, and the minutes were on the verge of an hour.
Thump thump?thump thump?thump thump?
The sound continued. Like a beating heart exposed to the word, the timely rhythm showed no sign of slowing. The enduring noise now rang through Tapion?s very body, his hands shook almost in rhythm to the devilish beat as his mind tried fruitlessly to block it out.
Nearly sixty full minutes had since passed since the deadly duo had first stumbled upon the lifeless body of the very man whom had once dared to shove a knife within their backs. As if death hadn?t been enough penance for his foolish mistake, the inanimate warrior?s corps now found itself strung up upon the front door of what appeared to be a school. His hands bolted into the thick wood of the building with dual piercing metal nails preventing any chance of escape.
With fists now soaked in blood, but with a grimace which showed a thirst for vengeance still not quenched, Retane continued unloading strike after strike into the helpless body.
Thump thump?thump thump?thump thump?
Death was one thing; after all, the entire sport of this game was murder. But as he sat with his back facing the brutal sc?ne of violence unfolding just behind him, Tapion couldn?t help but feel the inners of his stomach coming up into his throat.
The cold blooded namekian who now had resorted to brutality far beyond the normal realm of thought, was truly beginning to show signs of unfolding. His brow glistened with sweat, his heavy panting coming in much too frequent intervals, but despite his own fatigue and almost complete energyless state?he continued.
Placing the dirtied palms of his hands over his eyes, Tapion wondered. Was this man the same I forged an alliance with, or is this someone else? His appearance showed no hint of change, but his mental stability was certainly in question. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of his remaining explosives, the non-transformer questioned whether his emerald ally needed to be put down, before he became a danger to himself?and more importantly the group.
After a moment of rubbing his thumb across the slick black surface of the military issued weapon, Tapion?s mind quickly concluded the answer to his question. It?s better to aligned with the crazies then to be fighting them.
Just then through the inners of the school a glimpse of a shadow suddenly caught the attention of the non-transformer. With a now wide open grin only one thought passed through the crimson haired fighter?s mind. Good thing I hadn't put away my grenade yet?
The sickening beat reverberated itself throughout the otherwise tranquil jungle, bouncing off trees, echoing through valleys, and ringing continually through the roiling, colorless, fog which now occupied the non-transformer?s mind. Undisturbed the beat continued its belligerent pattern, the seconds had long ago grown into minutes, and the minutes were on the verge of an hour.
Thump thump?thump thump?thump thump?
The sound continued. Like a beating heart exposed to the word, the timely rhythm showed no sign of slowing. The enduring noise now rang through Tapion?s very body, his hands shook almost in rhythm to the devilish beat as his mind tried fruitlessly to block it out.
Nearly sixty full minutes had since passed since the deadly duo had first stumbled upon the lifeless body of the very man whom had once dared to shove a knife within their backs. As if death hadn?t been enough penance for his foolish mistake, the inanimate warrior?s corps now found itself strung up upon the front door of what appeared to be a school. His hands bolted into the thick wood of the building with dual piercing metal nails preventing any chance of escape.
With fists now soaked in blood, but with a grimace which showed a thirst for vengeance still not quenched, Retane continued unloading strike after strike into the helpless body.
Thump thump?thump thump?thump thump?
Death was one thing; after all, the entire sport of this game was murder. But as he sat with his back facing the brutal sc?ne of violence unfolding just behind him, Tapion couldn?t help but feel the inners of his stomach coming up into his throat.
The cold blooded namekian who now had resorted to brutality far beyond the normal realm of thought, was truly beginning to show signs of unfolding. His brow glistened with sweat, his heavy panting coming in much too frequent intervals, but despite his own fatigue and almost complete energyless state?he continued.
Placing the dirtied palms of his hands over his eyes, Tapion wondered. Was this man the same I forged an alliance with, or is this someone else? His appearance showed no hint of change, but his mental stability was certainly in question. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of his remaining explosives, the non-transformer questioned whether his emerald ally needed to be put down, before he became a danger to himself?and more importantly the group.
After a moment of rubbing his thumb across the slick black surface of the military issued weapon, Tapion?s mind quickly concluded the answer to his question. It?s better to aligned with the crazies then to be fighting them.
Just then through the inners of the school a glimpse of a shadow suddenly caught the attention of the non-transformer. With a now wide open grin only one thought passed through the crimson haired fighter?s mind. Good thing I hadn't put away my grenade yet?
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