The sun was set high in the sky setting the lightly blue color of the
atmosphere a glow with the luminous light. Dust clouds finally had begun
to settle back upon the ground where they had been before the recent
scuffle that had taken place. A building laid destroyed with only the base
walls still standing and the rest of the rubble stacked on top of it and
scattered among the base.
Everything was still and silent as the reality of death clung to the air. But death wasn't truly there, for the rubble began to motion slightly followed by a hand petruding quickly out of the debris. The hand clasped down onto a firm piece of stone and pulled upwards trying to free the rest of its body. The cyborg struggled as the heavy debris held her down in her prison of death. She arched her back within the small cavity in which she was trapped and with a mighty thrust she flew up throwing the encasing stones away and off of her.
Android Eighteen gasped for air as she tried to regain her breathe. Exhaustion and fatigue engulfed her body as she fell on top of the pile of building onto her stomach and she lay motionless. She continued to struggle with her breathing as she closed her eyes to allow herself to be consumed by her weakened state. She felt her consciousness slowly slip until she was snapped back into reality by a helpless moan being emitted from another pile of debris.
"Seventeen!" she whispered vibrantly as she climbed up onto her feet. She staggered off the pile and fell off the high pile onto her face in the dirt. She lay only for a second stunned before pulling herself back onto her feet and forgoing for her brother.
Android Eighteen reached the pile in which she heard her brother in only a few painful steps. She began to lift the rocks off of the top of the rubble until she saw the familiar black cotton fabric of his T-shirt.
She was ecstatic at seeing that she had at least found him let alone that he could still survive. With that thought she hurriedly continued on her mission to pull her brother from his death.
"Seventeen!" she called his name loudly in the air. She grabbed two parts of his shirt and gave a mighty pull as to which free him from what should have been his grave. Android Seventeen was easily pulled from the hole to which Android Eighteen fell back at the sudden give of pressure. She landed on her back and her brother fell abruptly upon her knocking out the air in her lungs.
"Uhh," Seventeen groaned as he sat up on his sister's stomach. He placed his mangled hand on his head as he attempted to rub away the pain. He felt the rising and falling of a warm being underneath him and looked down to see his furious sister. Not having the strength to quickly leap off, he fell over onto his side and next to his sister.
"Shit," Eighteen cursed between her teeth as she felt the jolt of pain strike through her body. Despite all the agony both the cyborgs were undergoing, Eighteen still heard the obnoxious snicker that her brother would often make.
"What's so funny?" she managed to gripe out.
"We're still alive," he stated simply with the same laughter in between each word. "Those blows should have killed us. Actually, I'm still not sure they didn't."
"If you do not shut that hole in your face I'm going to kill you," she threatened between her teeth. After quieting down her temperament slightly, she gazed back towards the sky. Two birds were bravely showing their acrobatic skills in the air and caught her attention briefly. She studied their graceful movements and the way the air simply picked the two flying creatures further up in the air. To them, nothing in the world mattered except surviving off of the insects they consumed and the days in which they must hide in fear from larger predators.
"Why do we do what we do?" Eighteen blurted in the silence.
"What do you mean?" her brother responded slightly perplexed.
"Why do we spend our days trying to destroy the things that keep us alive? Is it just because we were programmed to do so? Or..."
"Sister, I never knew you had ever cared so much. That damn kid must of bopped you on the head harder than I thought," Seventeen stated dully. He placed his palms flat on the ground and gently rose from his comforting spot. A scream of pain left his mouth as he fully sat up and hunched forward on his knees.
"This is why my dear sister. The world is a cruel place, so we must be crueler. We must dominate it for ourselves and not let those insignificant humans destroy this tiny speck in the universe. Truly, it is very complex, but you are my blood, so that drive to destroy those damned beasts is as bad in you as it is in me. You shouldn't question yourself, or then you will become as bad as those beings and begin to consider fairness and liberty, freedom, and all that bull shit..."
"But there is a stronger being Brother, we can never destroy him now," she interrupted his speech in pure boredom.
"True Sister, true. But give me my time to recuperate from my wounds, and I will find a way to destroy him. Dr. Gero didn't make us the destroyers of this world for nothing," his words formed a grin as the same expression morphed on his face. He sat hunched over on his legs, his body mangled horribly and a small puddle of blood beginning to form beneath him. Still he sat with a grin across his face, at least what was left of his face.
***
Several agonizing months had passed before either of the cyborgs had recharged enough energy to even stand the least amount of chance against their old fiend. Within those months long hours of hard work strained their human counterparts, leaving only the machinery to help them survive. Although if they had been fully human they surely would have died.
Luck had finally shined on the brother and sister as they sat lazily on an old and raggedy leather couch in their makeshift living room. A large hole was punctured in the side of the right wall leaving a scar from previous assaults that they had punished the citizens of the towns with. The television set that was sitting in front of both cyborgs was an old model that closely resembled the types that had been used in the late 60's. Two large wires petruded from the top and a large knob for changing channels was placed next to the static screen.
Seventeen sat with his mouth gaping open and a small bubble of drool slowly dripping down his lip and beginning to creep down his chin. He hung his leg over the side of the old couch with his other stretched up onto his sister. He rested his head on his own shoulder and a very faint breathing sound could be heard from the content sleeper.
"God," Eighteen rolled her eyes. She glanced over at her brother as she watched him sleep soundly in his more than awkward position. He twitched slightly in his sleep making him seem to be having a restless sleep, but he soon settled back down into his content position.
"But the only way of making an efficient killing machine like this is through many years of evolution and breeding. These types of creatures could never have been as deadly as they are if it hadn't been for the breeding of the two different species together..." a scientist explained in his scientific voice. The words of "killing machine" quickly caught the female cyborgs attention back towards the television set.
"Although scientists now believe that the more that these new species of bees breed, they will become stronger and be having greater numbers. These new killer bees must..." the words were beginning to be blocked out of her head as a brilliant idea had begun its deadly transformation. A sly smile crossed her face when her idea had finished processing and it bloomed beautifully making her become excited with the thrill of conquer in her grasp.
"Seventeen!" she yelled loudly to try and arouse her brother. She sat looking for a minute waiting for a reaction, but when she realized that he still slept with the piece of drool dribbling down his chin her temperament had begun to get the best of her again. His foot was now in danger for it sat helplessly on his sister's lap while he continued to sleep and dance in his dreams.
"Wake your lazy ass up!" Eighteen exclaimed as she yanked at his foot and stood pulling him off of the couch. He fell onto the wooden ground crashing his head onto the small hole of the couch where the wooden frame peaked through.
"Damn it!" he cried aloud as he awoke abruptly with the sharp pain pounding at his head.
"Maybe next time you should get up when I say your name," Eighteen's words were in her usual melancholy tone. "Anyways, listen to my new idea. We have to make a baby."
"What?!" Seventeen exclaimed and shot the most confused look up to his sister. "Please explain why we would do that?"
"After sitting on my ass for six months I finally realized why I was busting myself up for. After finding my realization, I also had to face the fact that there is no possible way that you and me alone can defeat that damn saiyan!" she explained and her voice rose greatly when she reached the word saiyan.
"No." The word was blunt and simple from her brother. She stood dumbfounded as she watched the expression on her brother turn stern and protective.
"Why?" she asked in return. Her brother helped himself up to stand to her position for when he spoke his next words.
"That is not something you can simply just say like that. I have morals too," he began to explain himself hoping his sister would understand.
"So killing people aren't part of that moral of yours?" her sarcastic remark was bound to start a fight between the two.
"They are plenty part of my moral, for they are the very soul of my existence. They are the reason why I hate the way I do!" his yelled at his sister. His voice was harsh and hurting, for it was her brother that had spoken so harshly to her. Her brother.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Forget it," he mumbled and pushed her aside as he walked past her and towards the door of their very quaint little home.
"Brother, that is why I thought of the idea. I thought that would be what you would want..." her words had become soft as she watched him stop at the door.
"If you knew what I wanted, you would have given it to me already," he spoke with a quick glance back at her. He steadied his gaze on her for only a minute before continuing his way out the door.
"Stop!" she cried out and ran towards the door after she heard the familiar click of the door closing.
She yanked at the door and let it fly open as she searched for her brother in the open day. Taking her gaze to the skies, she searched frantically for any signs of her brother.
"Seventeen! Come back! You're going to die out there!" concern overwhelmed her usual calm voice. Little to her knowledge, her brother sat below her with his arms crossed and his back against the outside of their house next to the door. He watched her panic and he listened intently to her frantic calls.
"Seventeen," her voice began to die down from exhaustion. Her arms slumped to her side and her body hovered limp in the air. She felt a strange aching pain in the deep of her throat and when she felt her cheek she noticed they had become lightly damp with a strange substance. Confused by her own irrational actions, she stayed dead in place letting the light breeze ruffle through her hair and clothes.
My sister truly cares. My own thoughts can now rest in peace, Seventeen's thoughts of happiness overflowed even his inferior brain. He took himself in flight and slowly and discretely flew right behind his sister and he hovered in sync with her. Being the type of being that did his actions before thinking, he engulfed her from behind with his arms and rested his head on her delicate shoulder.
"You really do care about me," his words were a whisper of the wind in the ears of his sister. He held onto her tightly and relaxed his head while closing his eyes. Eighteen's mind simply collapsed upon itself.
These feelings. The closeness of another's body upon mine and the comfort of a presence from another. They feel so familiar, but so out of grasp. I just want to scream in pain and joy, her thoughts clouded her mind, but didn't affect her actions what so ever. She rested her head upon his and placed her slender fingers gently upon his masculine ones.
"Brother, tell me why I have these feelings. I'm a destroyer, I should not have these useless human habits," Eighteens lips finally managed to form her thoughts.
"Because, we are humans that have been engineered to be killers. Our feelings have just now begun to resurface and the worst we could do now is deny them," Seventeen's explanation made sense in a whole different meaning. Even with their strange and unusual feelings being emitted, their motives towards the human race had not changed one bit; rather new plans for destroying them had now been conceived.
1 To Be Continued.
Author's Note: Take that. Actually, I have the rest of the story but I just did this to see what people think of it. It will hopefully be the start of an entire series but I just had to see if anybody was going to read it in the first place. I'm sorry for anybody who was beginning to enjoy this, and if you want to read the rest of it then I had better get some good reviews saying so. ~_^
-Juuhachy-chan
Everything was still and silent as the reality of death clung to the air. But death wasn't truly there, for the rubble began to motion slightly followed by a hand petruding quickly out of the debris. The hand clasped down onto a firm piece of stone and pulled upwards trying to free the rest of its body. The cyborg struggled as the heavy debris held her down in her prison of death. She arched her back within the small cavity in which she was trapped and with a mighty thrust she flew up throwing the encasing stones away and off of her.
Android Eighteen gasped for air as she tried to regain her breathe. Exhaustion and fatigue engulfed her body as she fell on top of the pile of building onto her stomach and she lay motionless. She continued to struggle with her breathing as she closed her eyes to allow herself to be consumed by her weakened state. She felt her consciousness slowly slip until she was snapped back into reality by a helpless moan being emitted from another pile of debris.
"Seventeen!" she whispered vibrantly as she climbed up onto her feet. She staggered off the pile and fell off the high pile onto her face in the dirt. She lay only for a second stunned before pulling herself back onto her feet and forgoing for her brother.
Android Eighteen reached the pile in which she heard her brother in only a few painful steps. She began to lift the rocks off of the top of the rubble until she saw the familiar black cotton fabric of his T-shirt.
She was ecstatic at seeing that she had at least found him let alone that he could still survive. With that thought she hurriedly continued on her mission to pull her brother from his death.
"Seventeen!" she called his name loudly in the air. She grabbed two parts of his shirt and gave a mighty pull as to which free him from what should have been his grave. Android Seventeen was easily pulled from the hole to which Android Eighteen fell back at the sudden give of pressure. She landed on her back and her brother fell abruptly upon her knocking out the air in her lungs.
"Uhh," Seventeen groaned as he sat up on his sister's stomach. He placed his mangled hand on his head as he attempted to rub away the pain. He felt the rising and falling of a warm being underneath him and looked down to see his furious sister. Not having the strength to quickly leap off, he fell over onto his side and next to his sister.
"Shit," Eighteen cursed between her teeth as she felt the jolt of pain strike through her body. Despite all the agony both the cyborgs were undergoing, Eighteen still heard the obnoxious snicker that her brother would often make.
"What's so funny?" she managed to gripe out.
"We're still alive," he stated simply with the same laughter in between each word. "Those blows should have killed us. Actually, I'm still not sure they didn't."
"If you do not shut that hole in your face I'm going to kill you," she threatened between her teeth. After quieting down her temperament slightly, she gazed back towards the sky. Two birds were bravely showing their acrobatic skills in the air and caught her attention briefly. She studied their graceful movements and the way the air simply picked the two flying creatures further up in the air. To them, nothing in the world mattered except surviving off of the insects they consumed and the days in which they must hide in fear from larger predators.
"Why do we do what we do?" Eighteen blurted in the silence.
"What do you mean?" her brother responded slightly perplexed.
"Why do we spend our days trying to destroy the things that keep us alive? Is it just because we were programmed to do so? Or..."
"Sister, I never knew you had ever cared so much. That damn kid must of bopped you on the head harder than I thought," Seventeen stated dully. He placed his palms flat on the ground and gently rose from his comforting spot. A scream of pain left his mouth as he fully sat up and hunched forward on his knees.
"This is why my dear sister. The world is a cruel place, so we must be crueler. We must dominate it for ourselves and not let those insignificant humans destroy this tiny speck in the universe. Truly, it is very complex, but you are my blood, so that drive to destroy those damned beasts is as bad in you as it is in me. You shouldn't question yourself, or then you will become as bad as those beings and begin to consider fairness and liberty, freedom, and all that bull shit..."
"But there is a stronger being Brother, we can never destroy him now," she interrupted his speech in pure boredom.
"True Sister, true. But give me my time to recuperate from my wounds, and I will find a way to destroy him. Dr. Gero didn't make us the destroyers of this world for nothing," his words formed a grin as the same expression morphed on his face. He sat hunched over on his legs, his body mangled horribly and a small puddle of blood beginning to form beneath him. Still he sat with a grin across his face, at least what was left of his face.
***
Several agonizing months had passed before either of the cyborgs had recharged enough energy to even stand the least amount of chance against their old fiend. Within those months long hours of hard work strained their human counterparts, leaving only the machinery to help them survive. Although if they had been fully human they surely would have died.
Luck had finally shined on the brother and sister as they sat lazily on an old and raggedy leather couch in their makeshift living room. A large hole was punctured in the side of the right wall leaving a scar from previous assaults that they had punished the citizens of the towns with. The television set that was sitting in front of both cyborgs was an old model that closely resembled the types that had been used in the late 60's. Two large wires petruded from the top and a large knob for changing channels was placed next to the static screen.
Seventeen sat with his mouth gaping open and a small bubble of drool slowly dripping down his lip and beginning to creep down his chin. He hung his leg over the side of the old couch with his other stretched up onto his sister. He rested his head on his own shoulder and a very faint breathing sound could be heard from the content sleeper.
"God," Eighteen rolled her eyes. She glanced over at her brother as she watched him sleep soundly in his more than awkward position. He twitched slightly in his sleep making him seem to be having a restless sleep, but he soon settled back down into his content position.
"But the only way of making an efficient killing machine like this is through many years of evolution and breeding. These types of creatures could never have been as deadly as they are if it hadn't been for the breeding of the two different species together..." a scientist explained in his scientific voice. The words of "killing machine" quickly caught the female cyborgs attention back towards the television set.
"Although scientists now believe that the more that these new species of bees breed, they will become stronger and be having greater numbers. These new killer bees must..." the words were beginning to be blocked out of her head as a brilliant idea had begun its deadly transformation. A sly smile crossed her face when her idea had finished processing and it bloomed beautifully making her become excited with the thrill of conquer in her grasp.
"Seventeen!" she yelled loudly to try and arouse her brother. She sat looking for a minute waiting for a reaction, but when she realized that he still slept with the piece of drool dribbling down his chin her temperament had begun to get the best of her again. His foot was now in danger for it sat helplessly on his sister's lap while he continued to sleep and dance in his dreams.
"Wake your lazy ass up!" Eighteen exclaimed as she yanked at his foot and stood pulling him off of the couch. He fell onto the wooden ground crashing his head onto the small hole of the couch where the wooden frame peaked through.
"Damn it!" he cried aloud as he awoke abruptly with the sharp pain pounding at his head.
"Maybe next time you should get up when I say your name," Eighteen's words were in her usual melancholy tone. "Anyways, listen to my new idea. We have to make a baby."
"What?!" Seventeen exclaimed and shot the most confused look up to his sister. "Please explain why we would do that?"
"After sitting on my ass for six months I finally realized why I was busting myself up for. After finding my realization, I also had to face the fact that there is no possible way that you and me alone can defeat that damn saiyan!" she explained and her voice rose greatly when she reached the word saiyan.
"No." The word was blunt and simple from her brother. She stood dumbfounded as she watched the expression on her brother turn stern and protective.
"Why?" she asked in return. Her brother helped himself up to stand to her position for when he spoke his next words.
"That is not something you can simply just say like that. I have morals too," he began to explain himself hoping his sister would understand.
"So killing people aren't part of that moral of yours?" her sarcastic remark was bound to start a fight between the two.
"They are plenty part of my moral, for they are the very soul of my existence. They are the reason why I hate the way I do!" his yelled at his sister. His voice was harsh and hurting, for it was her brother that had spoken so harshly to her. Her brother.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Forget it," he mumbled and pushed her aside as he walked past her and towards the door of their very quaint little home.
"Brother, that is why I thought of the idea. I thought that would be what you would want..." her words had become soft as she watched him stop at the door.
"If you knew what I wanted, you would have given it to me already," he spoke with a quick glance back at her. He steadied his gaze on her for only a minute before continuing his way out the door.
"Stop!" she cried out and ran towards the door after she heard the familiar click of the door closing.
She yanked at the door and let it fly open as she searched for her brother in the open day. Taking her gaze to the skies, she searched frantically for any signs of her brother.
"Seventeen! Come back! You're going to die out there!" concern overwhelmed her usual calm voice. Little to her knowledge, her brother sat below her with his arms crossed and his back against the outside of their house next to the door. He watched her panic and he listened intently to her frantic calls.
"Seventeen," her voice began to die down from exhaustion. Her arms slumped to her side and her body hovered limp in the air. She felt a strange aching pain in the deep of her throat and when she felt her cheek she noticed they had become lightly damp with a strange substance. Confused by her own irrational actions, she stayed dead in place letting the light breeze ruffle through her hair and clothes.
My sister truly cares. My own thoughts can now rest in peace, Seventeen's thoughts of happiness overflowed even his inferior brain. He took himself in flight and slowly and discretely flew right behind his sister and he hovered in sync with her. Being the type of being that did his actions before thinking, he engulfed her from behind with his arms and rested his head on her delicate shoulder.
"You really do care about me," his words were a whisper of the wind in the ears of his sister. He held onto her tightly and relaxed his head while closing his eyes. Eighteen's mind simply collapsed upon itself.
These feelings. The closeness of another's body upon mine and the comfort of a presence from another. They feel so familiar, but so out of grasp. I just want to scream in pain and joy, her thoughts clouded her mind, but didn't affect her actions what so ever. She rested her head upon his and placed her slender fingers gently upon his masculine ones.
"Brother, tell me why I have these feelings. I'm a destroyer, I should not have these useless human habits," Eighteens lips finally managed to form her thoughts.
"Because, we are humans that have been engineered to be killers. Our feelings have just now begun to resurface and the worst we could do now is deny them," Seventeen's explanation made sense in a whole different meaning. Even with their strange and unusual feelings being emitted, their motives towards the human race had not changed one bit; rather new plans for destroying them had now been conceived.
1 To Be Continued.
Author's Note: Take that. Actually, I have the rest of the story but I just did this to see what people think of it. It will hopefully be the start of an entire series but I just had to see if anybody was going to read it in the first place. I'm sorry for anybody who was beginning to enjoy this, and if you want to read the rest of it then I had better get some good reviews saying so. ~_^
-Juuhachy-chan