Soooo, Maayyybbeee I shouldn't be making a new story, but these plot bunnies just wont leave my head! And I have the basic of the story line already planned out!
Disclaimer: I do not Dragon Ball Z, just my character.
I never knew the true definition of fear until the day I met the bringer of death.
They looked like anyone else , a face in the crowd. Ice cold eyes that haunt you til the end of days. Cool, stern postures as they stood over you, smirking as there is nothing you can do. No way to prevent it.
I was with my Mother and Father, we were in the city doing some shopping. I had wanted to get a new dress, because spring was coming along and the bright colors were just so pretty!
I smiled up at my parents, holding their hands. I was happy to be spending the day with them, as of here lately they been so busy with their jobs. My family owned a funeral home company, and apparently the business had been 'booming'. At least, that's what my mother told me. I would have thought she'd be happy about the fact, as I could remember my parents stricken face when they use to look at bills.
I was unsure how the adult life worked, as my parent's just told me not to worry about it. That, I needed to stay a kid for a little bit longer.
So you could picture my excitement when finally my parent's weren't so busy with work and that we would have a family day in the city.
"Look Mommy!" I enthusiastically pointed at a white dress that had flowers plastered on them. Mommy smiled at the pretty colors that was presented in the window.
"Oh, look George! They even have a sell on it." She cooed at him, as he played with his olive green mustache . His brown eyes looked down at my pleading face as I clasped my hands together.
"Please, please, please Daddy!? Can we get it!?" I begged him, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. I looked back at my mother as she started to light a cigarette. She waved him off, taking huge puffs from the white stick.
"Just go buy the dress hunny, we need brighter colors for the store anyways." He sighed as he looked back down at me. My expression did not wavier as I could see him crack under the pressure. Until finally, a small smile appeared on his face.
"Only because you are my angel on the ground." He told me, ruffling my hair. I made a face at him for messing up my hair, but quickly grinned at him, hugging him in the process.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" I chanted, grinning from ear to ear. I was so happy that I would get the dress that I wanted! Mommy tugged on my hand, taking another puff.
"Sweetie, be careful. We don't need you to push yourself, since your inhaler is at home." I pouted as she reminded me. I despised that thing, as I felt like it limited me. I constantly told them I didn't need it, even to the point where I would constantly 'lose' it, so I wouldn't have to bring it with me.
"I don't need to be careful! I'm just like any other kid!" I yelled at her, I didn't care if I was acting like a brat. She scowled me, warning that if I talked to her with disrespect again she wouldn't think twice about spanking me. I sulked, crossing my arms.
"Hey, Kitsue, how about you and I go get some ice cream while your Mother goes and buys the dress?" My father suggested, brightening my day up. I nodded profusely as my Father just chuckled at my behavior. Ice cream was literally like my ultra weakness. Taking my hand into his calloused , huge hands, we left my Mother to go by the flowery dress.
There was an ice cream cart across the street, that way, if my Mother wanted too, she could look outside with reassurance that we'd be there. Crossing said street, I looked up at the clear skies. They were so pretty as the tall towers decorated them. Enthralled with the clear blue, I spotted something out of the ordinary.
I stopped in my tracks as I squinted my eyes up at the unusual occurrence. I saw two beings flying in the skies at a rate faster than any bird I had seen before. They disappeared behind a building as soon as I saw them. My Father tugged at my arms, his face concerned.
"Kitsue? Are you okay? Do you need something?" I blinked up at him, confusion all over my face. I looked back up, seeing the same clear skies as before. I shrugged it off as if it was apart of my active imagination. I smiled back to my Father, skipping to his side.
"The skies are so pretty, aren't they?" I asked him, squeezing his big hand, with my small one. He chuckled as we passed the cross walk.
"Yes, now why is that?" He asked me as we approached the cart. I pondered on the question as my Father ordered us two vanilla ice cream cones.
"Is it because all the angels are looking down upon us, Father?" We stood there, waiting on my Mother to pay for the dress now. He turned his head towards me, nodding.
"That's right darling. Without the-" He was interrupted by a shrill of screams. We both snapped our heads to where the sounds were coming from.
Just down the street, two figures stood there smirking upon us. I shook in my place, my heart beating quicker than the normal rate.
I watched with wide eyes as the blonde girl lifted her arm up, a beam forming in her hand. She was aiming, right towards my family. I shook with fear as I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I was literally frozen in fear. My Father swooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder. He started to sprint away as the screaming souls scattered like the rest of us.
The beam the woman was forming was shot, hitting the clothes store that my Mother was in.
Had been in.
I cried out, scrambling in my Father's hold. "Mother!" My voice croaked, as it was the only thing I was even able to choke out. My Father tripped, on what I didn't know, as another beam shot ahead of us. I tumbled out of his reach, landing on something squishy.
Quaking in my shoes, I peered down to what I landed on. I let out a shrill scream, scrambling to get off what I landed on. There, with empty eyes, was a dead person with half it's body burned off. The stench would be something that would stay with me for the rest of my life.
If I lived long enough to remember it.
Smoke started to fill the air, making it hard to see and breath. I started coughing, my lungs giving out on me. I forced myself to calm down enough to breath, but I just couldn't stop shaking.
Panic swelled inside my chest as the deafening screams were the only thing I heard. I was on all fours, bailing my eyes out. I had no clue where my Father was, and I knew there was no way my Mother survived that blast in the clothing store.
Suddenly there was no more screams, no more suffering from others. Just the crackling sounds that was from the fires that surrounded me. I continued to cry, not daring to move an inch.
I knew was going to die next, there was no one else. My lungs were having a harder time to breath, and for once I wished I would have listened to my Mother about bringing my inhaler. Coughing and crying, I heard footsteps.
My eyes widened as it could only meant that the two that did this was coming towards me.
And I would be right.
Two young adults icy blue eyes bore down onto, as if my life was just a game to them. Shaking, I tried to back up, only to have my back hit rubble from a destroyed building. Hacking up the smoke, I stared wide eyes at them.
"Oh look at her, isn't she just cute? She kind of reminds me of a doe. With those big brown eyes, staring fearfully." The Male stated, licking his lips. The girl giggled , like a melody.
"Speaking of fear, it stinks off her." She joyfully laughed as my eyes went back and forth to them.
"I want my Mommy... And Daddy..." I sobbed, chanting it over and over again. I shut my eyes tight, hoping it was all just a horrible, horrible dream.
"Oh look! She wants her Mommy. Shall we grant her wish?" The Male asked gleefully.
"Gladly," The Girl answered as a buzzing vibration came after. Cowering, I chanted more.
One moment I was on the cold , deadly ground, then I was in a warm embrace. With the sudden change, I whipped my eyes open. There, before my eyes, a golden angel had me in his arms. I cried with relief, clutching my arms around his neck, not daring to let go. If I let go, then who knows what would happen.
Daddy always told me angels were to be grateful for, as they always came in our dire needs. I never felt the amount of refreshment as I did at that moment, knowing that I was safe from anything. His golden aura was welcoming, as I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.
I knew I was probably dead, that that blast the Women made had hit me, that this Angel was just taking me to heaven. But during those moments of terror, I felt a blissful peace, as I hope this was what my parents felt whenever they were passing onto the next life.
Sorry if this was a little bit short, but this is also only the first chapter! I hope you guys liked this first chapter.
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