“Just like that, huh?” Vi grabbed her heavy pack and swung it over her shoulder. He’d opened himself up, but it just made her even more confused now than she was before. “You really think I would have left you back there?”
“You should have;” he affirmed, the frown slicing through the day old stubble shadowing the lower half of his face. Damn it if he had the best mean guy face she’d ever seen. “What good will it do you to have me around? I could have just killed you and went along my way, so feel fortunate I haven’t slipped up yet.”
“I do, trust me, I do;” she chuckled nervously, fingers playing along the canvas strap as she tried to remember what she was going to say. He had that effect on her, and it was disconcerting that he could. “But you’re going to need me sooner or later. I don’t care about winning this fucking game, Bardock. I care about you, and me, and us making it as far as we can. It’s not all about killing, it’s about surviving. I think we’ve proved that quite a few times so far.”
“We haven’t even gotten a kill yet, Violet.”
“No, we haven’t. But as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, Karl will announce the quarter’s eliminations. We won’t be making his list, but there will be others.” A sudden seriousness crossed the woman’s features, knowing that even though they won’t be killed off now, it will happen eventually. The question was, were they stronger just as a pair, or were they weaker? If she had to keep checking her back to make sure he wasn’t ready to drop the blade of his axe into her back, then perhaps they weren’t strong, after all.
It wasn’t like this two years ago when her, Supes and Kibbles made their way to the finale. Sure, they had their problems, but the trust was there. That was one thing her and her new partner lacked: although she trusted her rough and tough Saiyan with her life outside of the game, she wasn’t so sure she could inside of it. This was all blind faith.
“I want to fight, Violet. I want to kill;” he growled. She just wasn’t getting it.
“Then let’s kill,” she said. “Let’s get our shit and hunt these people down. If we die, we die, right?” he opened his mouth for rebuttal, but she held her hand up to silence him. “No, don’t say a damned thing. I know how you feel. Forgive me if I just enjoy being here with you. I really hoped we could have made some kind of friendship out of the time alone, but it looks to me as if you’re in this for yourself. You don’t even consider how I fucking feel about things. I’m supposed to be your partner, damn it!” her power spiked as her anger rose. Maybe it was just the lack of stimulation that brought on this new rage, because she tried so hard to keep her emotions in check lately. Just wasn’t working today, was it?
“That’s the thing!” he broke in, his own rage as evident as her own. “I don’t give two shits about how you ‘feel’ about this fucking situation. I’m in this to kill, with or without you.”
Seething, both hurt and pissed almost to tears, Violet snorted angrily. “You know what? I’m past the point of caring right now. Get your shit, and let’s get the fuck out of here. If you want to go play with the big kids, then quit being such a stuck up asshole and put a little trust in me. I wouldn’t have pulled you out from that rubble if I didn’t trust you, Bardock. For fucks sake, man, do you not have a clue about how much you mean to me?”
Silence fell over them, a dark, gauzy veil, heavy with the shared tension. “Nevermind. There isn’t time to sit here and argue. We’ll discuss this later.” With that, Violet turned away and began walking, this time, a new purpose taking precedence over the ever conflicting Bardock. He wanted a fight? Then he’ll get one.
Whoever was out there waiting for them were in for a treat.
“You should have;” he affirmed, the frown slicing through the day old stubble shadowing the lower half of his face. Damn it if he had the best mean guy face she’d ever seen. “What good will it do you to have me around? I could have just killed you and went along my way, so feel fortunate I haven’t slipped up yet.”
“I do, trust me, I do;” she chuckled nervously, fingers playing along the canvas strap as she tried to remember what she was going to say. He had that effect on her, and it was disconcerting that he could. “But you’re going to need me sooner or later. I don’t care about winning this fucking game, Bardock. I care about you, and me, and us making it as far as we can. It’s not all about killing, it’s about surviving. I think we’ve proved that quite a few times so far.”
“We haven’t even gotten a kill yet, Violet.”
“No, we haven’t. But as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, Karl will announce the quarter’s eliminations. We won’t be making his list, but there will be others.” A sudden seriousness crossed the woman’s features, knowing that even though they won’t be killed off now, it will happen eventually. The question was, were they stronger just as a pair, or were they weaker? If she had to keep checking her back to make sure he wasn’t ready to drop the blade of his axe into her back, then perhaps they weren’t strong, after all.
It wasn’t like this two years ago when her, Supes and Kibbles made their way to the finale. Sure, they had their problems, but the trust was there. That was one thing her and her new partner lacked: although she trusted her rough and tough Saiyan with her life outside of the game, she wasn’t so sure she could inside of it. This was all blind faith.
“I want to fight, Violet. I want to kill;” he growled. She just wasn’t getting it.
“Then let’s kill,” she said. “Let’s get our shit and hunt these people down. If we die, we die, right?” he opened his mouth for rebuttal, but she held her hand up to silence him. “No, don’t say a damned thing. I know how you feel. Forgive me if I just enjoy being here with you. I really hoped we could have made some kind of friendship out of the time alone, but it looks to me as if you’re in this for yourself. You don’t even consider how I fucking feel about things. I’m supposed to be your partner, damn it!” her power spiked as her anger rose. Maybe it was just the lack of stimulation that brought on this new rage, because she tried so hard to keep her emotions in check lately. Just wasn’t working today, was it?
“That’s the thing!” he broke in, his own rage as evident as her own. “I don’t give two shits about how you ‘feel’ about this fucking situation. I’m in this to kill, with or without you.”
Seething, both hurt and pissed almost to tears, Violet snorted angrily. “You know what? I’m past the point of caring right now. Get your shit, and let’s get the fuck out of here. If you want to go play with the big kids, then quit being such a stuck up asshole and put a little trust in me. I wouldn’t have pulled you out from that rubble if I didn’t trust you, Bardock. For fucks sake, man, do you not have a clue about how much you mean to me?”
Silence fell over them, a dark, gauzy veil, heavy with the shared tension. “Nevermind. There isn’t time to sit here and argue. We’ll discuss this later.” With that, Violet turned away and began walking, this time, a new purpose taking precedence over the ever conflicting Bardock. He wanted a fight? Then he’ll get one.
Whoever was out there waiting for them were in for a treat.
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