06-12-2008, 09:51 AM
Finally, something got through. As soon as Hellfighter 17 saw the streaming memory of his merciless, tactile murder of Retane via an exploding Molotov cocktail thanks to Orion, something immediately changed with him. The saiyan’s altered appearance dissolved off him and wafted upwards in thin lines of smoke, so that he looked like his own mind-self. Seventeen kept his eyes to the floor as everything else dissipated like a hazy illusion, leaving the human and saiyan suspended in darkness for only a moment. Soon after, Orion was forcefully ejected from Seventeen’s mind, his consciousness removed from the black abyss of the raven haired warrior’s realisation.
Due to the abrupt nature of the removal from Seventeen’s mind, Orion rose to his feet and stumbled backwards as if he just ran full strength into a brick wall. His inertia caused him to nearly lose his footing, but balancing on one leg and rotating his arms in comical circles helped to stabilise himself. Upon composing himself, a throbbing ache seared into his mind, most obviously a result of the impolite rejection of his mind-self into his own body again. Such techniques were never meant to be trifled with, and it was quite fortunate that Orion was not in some form of vegetation. Melding minds, and especially returning the mind to the original body, was never a simple, no-risk experiment. Thankfully, luck had been on the veteran fighter’s side.
He watched Seventeen, who was still temporarily hypnotised by the technique, sleeping on his feet. Rocking ever slightly from toe to heel, the raven haired human looked totally at peace with the outside world. Orion wondered if he looked as foolish and weak as this human did right then.
Time passed, but still the saiyan fighter was the only one conscious of the two. Apart from becoming impatient, Orion knew that they had to keep moving. The homosexual host informed them at the strike of six at night that the finale was not far off. That meant that there were only a handful of warriors left, and at this stage in the game, he wanted both himself and his companion to be completely alert and prepared to wage war till victory or death. Hopefully, Hellfighter was reconciling himself with his warrior counterpart in his dream state.
Suddenly, Seventeen came to. Without saying a word, he began walking away from Orion. To begin with the one eyed saiyan was relieved; if the human was untalkative and in action, there was a good chance that the seasoned warrior side of him was in control.
Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed when he noticed Seventeen grab his wrist and start tearing the skin against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Orion tried to call out, but his utter confusion coupled with the successive fainting of the human at the sight of his own blood caused him to drift out of consciousness before the battle hardened cyclops could interject.
"Argh," Orion moaned in annoyance. "I hope you're worth the trouble, kid."
He walked over to the fallen human and got to his knees. Grasping a piece of Seventeen's ludicrous pants, he tore a section out to bandage the human's self inflicted wound. He lifted the wrist up to bandage it, blood and sparks flowing free-
Sparks?
Orion brought his eye closer to the opening. Unbelievably, he wasn't mistaken. Flesh meshed with circuitry. His mind boggled. How could this be? Seventeen, the human, was an ... android? A cyborg?
Tieing the piece of cloth around the wound to stop the blood, Orion's thoughts wandered. The idea of an android was amazing; indeed, some of the saiyan's own deep held secrets related to their creation. Yet, something was troubling him about it. It was as if this revelation had pried free a pebble that held back an unstoppable avalanche, but it wasn't apparent when it was going to rain down.
One last concise pull and the makeshift bandage was bound tightly around Seventeen's wrist. Orion sat down by the unconscious android, trying not to think about the mental flood that seemed to be just out of reach, yet instinctively desiring it to drown him. If anything, he focused upon the down and out android, willing him to awaken.
But it was too late.
His vision blurred. Mental images assaulted him. Images of cold, sterile rooms, of needles and scaples, dried blood and bandages. Orion grasped his head, clenching his teeth. Other dreadful memories surfaced; being knocked to the floor, a brooding, growling monstrocity baring its yellow fangs at him, an endless rotation of demons battling him. Suddenly, the images congealed into one, a video clip of the past playing before his eye;
------
A door slammed nearby.
Much of recent history was shrouded in blackness and silence. Times of consciousness were plagued with intense agony, icy conditions and blindness. Both eyes felt like they were sewn shut, incapable of being opened. Movement was restricted also; binds were firmly placed over his forearms, biceps, thighs, shins and two over his stomach and chest. Any attempt to struggle against the restraints were in vain.
Footsteps, however faint, were audible. They grew louder each time, indicating the closeness of the one who entered.
"Hmmm," a male voice could be heard. "How are we feeling today, Tollash?"
Orion tried to speak, but only a weak whimper came out.
"Mmmhmmm," came the answer. The sound of a pen scratching on paper was heard. "Still pretty pathetic, eh? Well, I guess we can't expect more from a traitor. Still, there might be hope for you, old boy."
Pain surged through the left side of Orion's face as the attendant patted the bandaged area. Orion wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn't cooperate.
The attendant laughed coldly. "Don't worry. We'll be sticking you into a rejuvenation chamber tomorrow. Once you're all ready, we'll see just how much you're worth to us."
-----
"AHHHH!"
Orion broke out of his thoughts, bewildered at how real they were. Sweat rolled down his forehead. Those memories ... he would never want to relive them. And yet, they still haunted him. He looked at Seventeen. What kind of torment had he been through?
"Wake up," Orion said, gently pushing the android. "We've got a tournament to win."
Due to the abrupt nature of the removal from Seventeen’s mind, Orion rose to his feet and stumbled backwards as if he just ran full strength into a brick wall. His inertia caused him to nearly lose his footing, but balancing on one leg and rotating his arms in comical circles helped to stabilise himself. Upon composing himself, a throbbing ache seared into his mind, most obviously a result of the impolite rejection of his mind-self into his own body again. Such techniques were never meant to be trifled with, and it was quite fortunate that Orion was not in some form of vegetation. Melding minds, and especially returning the mind to the original body, was never a simple, no-risk experiment. Thankfully, luck had been on the veteran fighter’s side.
He watched Seventeen, who was still temporarily hypnotised by the technique, sleeping on his feet. Rocking ever slightly from toe to heel, the raven haired human looked totally at peace with the outside world. Orion wondered if he looked as foolish and weak as this human did right then.
Time passed, but still the saiyan fighter was the only one conscious of the two. Apart from becoming impatient, Orion knew that they had to keep moving. The homosexual host informed them at the strike of six at night that the finale was not far off. That meant that there were only a handful of warriors left, and at this stage in the game, he wanted both himself and his companion to be completely alert and prepared to wage war till victory or death. Hopefully, Hellfighter was reconciling himself with his warrior counterpart in his dream state.
Suddenly, Seventeen came to. Without saying a word, he began walking away from Orion. To begin with the one eyed saiyan was relieved; if the human was untalkative and in action, there was a good chance that the seasoned warrior side of him was in control.
Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed when he noticed Seventeen grab his wrist and start tearing the skin against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Orion tried to call out, but his utter confusion coupled with the successive fainting of the human at the sight of his own blood caused him to drift out of consciousness before the battle hardened cyclops could interject.
"Argh," Orion moaned in annoyance. "I hope you're worth the trouble, kid."
He walked over to the fallen human and got to his knees. Grasping a piece of Seventeen's ludicrous pants, he tore a section out to bandage the human's self inflicted wound. He lifted the wrist up to bandage it, blood and sparks flowing free-
Sparks?
Orion brought his eye closer to the opening. Unbelievably, he wasn't mistaken. Flesh meshed with circuitry. His mind boggled. How could this be? Seventeen, the human, was an ... android? A cyborg?
Tieing the piece of cloth around the wound to stop the blood, Orion's thoughts wandered. The idea of an android was amazing; indeed, some of the saiyan's own deep held secrets related to their creation. Yet, something was troubling him about it. It was as if this revelation had pried free a pebble that held back an unstoppable avalanche, but it wasn't apparent when it was going to rain down.
One last concise pull and the makeshift bandage was bound tightly around Seventeen's wrist. Orion sat down by the unconscious android, trying not to think about the mental flood that seemed to be just out of reach, yet instinctively desiring it to drown him. If anything, he focused upon the down and out android, willing him to awaken.
But it was too late.
His vision blurred. Mental images assaulted him. Images of cold, sterile rooms, of needles and scaples, dried blood and bandages. Orion grasped his head, clenching his teeth. Other dreadful memories surfaced; being knocked to the floor, a brooding, growling monstrocity baring its yellow fangs at him, an endless rotation of demons battling him. Suddenly, the images congealed into one, a video clip of the past playing before his eye;
------
A door slammed nearby.
Much of recent history was shrouded in blackness and silence. Times of consciousness were plagued with intense agony, icy conditions and blindness. Both eyes felt like they were sewn shut, incapable of being opened. Movement was restricted also; binds were firmly placed over his forearms, biceps, thighs, shins and two over his stomach and chest. Any attempt to struggle against the restraints were in vain.
Footsteps, however faint, were audible. They grew louder each time, indicating the closeness of the one who entered.
"Hmmm," a male voice could be heard. "How are we feeling today, Tollash?"
Orion tried to speak, but only a weak whimper came out.
"Mmmhmmm," came the answer. The sound of a pen scratching on paper was heard. "Still pretty pathetic, eh? Well, I guess we can't expect more from a traitor. Still, there might be hope for you, old boy."
Pain surged through the left side of Orion's face as the attendant patted the bandaged area. Orion wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn't cooperate.
The attendant laughed coldly. "Don't worry. We'll be sticking you into a rejuvenation chamber tomorrow. Once you're all ready, we'll see just how much you're worth to us."
-----
"AHHHH!"
Orion broke out of his thoughts, bewildered at how real they were. Sweat rolled down his forehead. Those memories ... he would never want to relive them. And yet, they still haunted him. He looked at Seventeen. What kind of torment had he been through?
"Wake up," Orion said, gently pushing the android. "We've got a tournament to win."
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