05-30-2008, 12:55 AM
Plunk…
Seventeen stared aimlessly into the crowd as Violet’s blood dripped off the tip of sword to the metal floor. Each drop struck the steel surface and broke apart with a melodic little popping noise. Those who had gathered to watch the impromptu duel began to whisper to one another about the bizarre behavior of the sword-wielding cyborg.
Plunk…
A frown spread across the android’s face, and with an exasperated sigh, he lifted the sword up to eye level. Although the blood had marred most of the sword’s normally reflective surface, there was still enough clear space for Seventeen to see the fire burning in his eyes. He knew that he should feel sorry or something, but deep down inside, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the woman and her emotions. If she hadn’t be so vain with her love life then maybe she would have walked away like a normal human being, instead of making a scene for all the giddy media paparazzi.
Plunk…
“Fuck you,” Seventeen snarled, taking a wide step to the side and swinging the sword toward the wall. With a onomatopoetic splash, the blood from the blade smacked against the concrete wall, leaving behind a gruesome-looking design on the previously bland surface. “Fuck all of you!” The android added, turning toward the crowd as they began to back away from him.
“You’re all pathetic!” Seventeen spat, taking a single, menacing step toward the amalgamation of men, women, and bizarre aliens. The majority of them turned tail and evacuated the scene, and those that stayed took a number of steps away from the livid android. After all, they had all bore witness to what the fighter had done in the last two tournaments, and none of them wanted to wind up on the wrong end of the cyborg’s insanity.
“Mr. Seventeen,” spoke a timid voice from behind the infuriated android. With a rasping shout, the machine-hybrid sheathed the ensanguined blade and pivoted to face the man.
“What?” The cyborg hissed, frowning heavily at the puny, balding gentleman. The man let out a whimper and raised his shaking hands in the air.
“I-I-I’m just here to say that you’ve been selected to compete and may now report to barracks,” he whimpered, his voice wavering as he tried to avoid the android’s fiery glare. “You’re number two,” he added before fleeing down the hallway like a tiny rodent vying to escape the outstretched claws of a hungry housecat. Frowning, Seventeen cracked his neck and started down a nearby corridor. After making a few looping turns, he entered the small, circular room that contained the lift that led down into the barracks.
“Name and number?” The muscular attendant inquired—his voice as deep as his muscles were massive.
“Name is Seventeen, and I’m number two,” the android answered, hoping that the pea-brained bouncer wouldn’t confuse his name with the number the show’s producers had assigned to him. After consoling a small handheld device, the muscular guy nodded his head and motioned for the android to board the platform.
“Good luck,” he replied snidely as he reached to his right and yanked a large lever hidden behind the doorway. From beneath the android, he could hear the sound of rusty gears and cogs grinding against one another, and then in an instant, he was descending into the murkiness of the barracks. Although the lift only had to drop a few yards, the wait felt like forever, and a couple of times, Seventeen felt like reaching out and blasting apart on of the rows of lights that lined the wall of the lift shaft.
Ting!
In front of the ebony-haired android, the wall broke apart and swung open to reveal the musty, cramped barracks. It took only a few moments for a new frown to form upon the cyborg’s visage. After all, the majority of the room’s beds were empty, and the few warriors standing around appeared to be newcomers to the competition. Sighing at the strangers in the dank chamber, Seventeen made his way to the second bed in the first row and plopped down on the cot.
“And now he wait,” he muttered as he leaned back to rest his head against the tiny pillow that the lovely people at Syntech had provided for all the competitors.
Seventeen stared aimlessly into the crowd as Violet’s blood dripped off the tip of sword to the metal floor. Each drop struck the steel surface and broke apart with a melodic little popping noise. Those who had gathered to watch the impromptu duel began to whisper to one another about the bizarre behavior of the sword-wielding cyborg.
Plunk…
A frown spread across the android’s face, and with an exasperated sigh, he lifted the sword up to eye level. Although the blood had marred most of the sword’s normally reflective surface, there was still enough clear space for Seventeen to see the fire burning in his eyes. He knew that he should feel sorry or something, but deep down inside, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the woman and her emotions. If she hadn’t be so vain with her love life then maybe she would have walked away like a normal human being, instead of making a scene for all the giddy media paparazzi.
Plunk…
“Fuck you,” Seventeen snarled, taking a wide step to the side and swinging the sword toward the wall. With a onomatopoetic splash, the blood from the blade smacked against the concrete wall, leaving behind a gruesome-looking design on the previously bland surface. “Fuck all of you!” The android added, turning toward the crowd as they began to back away from him.
“You’re all pathetic!” Seventeen spat, taking a single, menacing step toward the amalgamation of men, women, and bizarre aliens. The majority of them turned tail and evacuated the scene, and those that stayed took a number of steps away from the livid android. After all, they had all bore witness to what the fighter had done in the last two tournaments, and none of them wanted to wind up on the wrong end of the cyborg’s insanity.
“Mr. Seventeen,” spoke a timid voice from behind the infuriated android. With a rasping shout, the machine-hybrid sheathed the ensanguined blade and pivoted to face the man.
“What?” The cyborg hissed, frowning heavily at the puny, balding gentleman. The man let out a whimper and raised his shaking hands in the air.
“I-I-I’m just here to say that you’ve been selected to compete and may now report to barracks,” he whimpered, his voice wavering as he tried to avoid the android’s fiery glare. “You’re number two,” he added before fleeing down the hallway like a tiny rodent vying to escape the outstretched claws of a hungry housecat. Frowning, Seventeen cracked his neck and started down a nearby corridor. After making a few looping turns, he entered the small, circular room that contained the lift that led down into the barracks.
“Name and number?” The muscular attendant inquired—his voice as deep as his muscles were massive.
“Name is Seventeen, and I’m number two,” the android answered, hoping that the pea-brained bouncer wouldn’t confuse his name with the number the show’s producers had assigned to him. After consoling a small handheld device, the muscular guy nodded his head and motioned for the android to board the platform.
“Good luck,” he replied snidely as he reached to his right and yanked a large lever hidden behind the doorway. From beneath the android, he could hear the sound of rusty gears and cogs grinding against one another, and then in an instant, he was descending into the murkiness of the barracks. Although the lift only had to drop a few yards, the wait felt like forever, and a couple of times, Seventeen felt like reaching out and blasting apart on of the rows of lights that lined the wall of the lift shaft.
Ting!
In front of the ebony-haired android, the wall broke apart and swung open to reveal the musty, cramped barracks. It took only a few moments for a new frown to form upon the cyborg’s visage. After all, the majority of the room’s beds were empty, and the few warriors standing around appeared to be newcomers to the competition. Sighing at the strangers in the dank chamber, Seventeen made his way to the second bed in the first row and plopped down on the cot.
“And now he wait,” he muttered as he leaned back to rest his head against the tiny pillow that the lovely people at Syntech had provided for all the competitors.
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