Elimination Exit

[Deo]

A dry wind embraced his skin, it was almost like it was on fire, despite how cold his body felt. Sand picked up, twisting along the surface with a tint of ruby on each grain, it burned his eyes. He could taste it, what made that sand so red, what gave it that smell of death.

At his feet, the sand was soaked with blood. He could see the clawing lines of fingers that had tried to pull themselves along as the strength bled from them. Foot prints varying from running, to skidding, distorted by the impacts of bodies sliding across the ground. Blood streaking every outline, pooling every few feet.

In the center of an almost sickeningly perfect circle of broken men stood a blood stained Saiyan. His hands dripping, bits of flesh clinging to his visage like mud, slowly sliding down with trails of ruby behind each chunk. But none of this seemed to phase him, no feelings etched on his face save for the look in his eyes.

Kollifum held his arm out at his side, recoiling it behind him to place it between the small girl at his heel and the man in front of them. ".....Kaili. Get to the city and find some place to hide." The voice was much more seasoned then anyone would have expected from a boy his age.

The younger girl latched both hands around her brother's wrist, her face was clearly distraught. If it was at the scene, or the thought of her brother staying there, was uncertain. "Kolli, you have to come with me, you can't stay!"

There was a tightening of the muscles beneath her grip, and he wretched his hand away. "I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY!" He roared, swatting his hand back to throw the smaller Saiyan away. His jaw was clenched and he cast his view back towards the adult.

Kaili was thrust backwards, and she landed violently on her backside. Hiccups erupting from her throat, her hands now stained in the red of the blood in the sands, she brought one of them up to rub her face. This left a stain of crimson along her cheek bone. As she forced herself up, there was a small chuckle.

"Kollifum, you know you shouldn't pick on your sister like that.." He responded, raising one flesh and blood soaked finger. It wagged, sending spatters of meat and fluids left and right. "...sweetheart." He cooed, motioning to the little girl. "You've got a bit of a smudge on your face...come over here and let daddy wipe it off for you." Rapini's mouth, for the first time that day, twisted into a disturbed little smile.

The girl's face faltered, but she turned on her heel and took off at top speed towards the far off city scape. Her boot sinking onto the puddles, and corpses as she ran, doing her best not to stumble over the dead in her way, or to lose what little remained in her stomach.

"Now, you shouldn't disobey your father, little child." Came the response, the ground shattering beneath Rapini's feet as his body shot forward. The air around him rippled with his energy, and the bodies around him split apart as if they had the weight of twigs. His vision was centered on the back of the small child, and he extended a hand to latch onto her leg.

The older Saiyan's wrist was struck with a full force backhand, which caused it to fly to the side, and a moment later, was followed up by a set of four knuckles crashing against his cheek. His momentum stopped dead, and his face tilted slightly to the side. Eyes peering down from the corner of his eye, Rapini snorted. "...boy, you're not even close to a man." He spat, his neck forcing his face back to it's original position despite the force the young boy was trying to place against him.

Kol withdrew his fist to strike again, no response coming to his father's comment, and he threw it forward again with all the strength he could muster into his arms. This time, however, his body tensed and the blow froze half way through the swing. His voice caught in his throat, and he could taste a hot, warm fluid roll over his tongue. Blood spittled down between his teeth, causing the boy to hack a rough cough.

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There was a deep gasp and Kol's eyes shot open, his hands reaching down to clutch his stomach. "....nn...." His eyes had pupils the size of pin heads, and he half choked on his own saliva. Rolling his tongue, he spat onto the hard floor. There was a hint of blood mixed with that saliva as it sat pooled at his feet.

His thumb rose to wipe his lip, and he flicked away a share of what little blood remained. It shouldn't have been there...this was all supposed to be for fun, death was fake here, and so were the wounds. So then why? Why did he feel that pain so real in his chest, even still? Why was there blood?

His hand caressed the invisible wound, and suddenly, that barrier between what was in a dream and what was in a memory fell apart like shattered glass. His hand instantly moving from his stomach to the spot over his heart. Beneath the grasp of his fingers, he could feel the mechanical bits chug and whirr.

"..." He couldn't think of anything to say...or remember to comfort himself. He had lost, and it had only, even in fiction, reminded him of the pain he had been inflicted with. This was one of those times where all you could do was take a step forward, and not look back.

His heel sunk down on that small wad of blood on the floor, and he placed the flat of his palm to the door. As it pushed open, and he was embraced with the artificial life, a trail of blood from the placement of his thumb was left. The only signs of his exit or entry.

He stepped by the counter, a smiling receptionist was awaiting. A smile that was probably dangerous to have, when greeting people who had just been killed at least. Either way, she had his belongings, to which Kol was relieved a tad. He strapped the scouter to his ear, and the rifle to his side.

These games...were a waste of time. There were things...people...vendettas and retribution. Things far more important then a contest held by some flighty, self important, egotistical brat for his own amusement. It just took death...for a second time in his life, to show him that.