Disclaimer; I don't own a damn thing about that stupid show which I
totally hate and can't bare to see or watch.
A/n; This is just something I came up with, I don't know if I should
make a story out of it or not. I just felt this desperate need too get
some one killed (Actually, I just kind of had inspiration and needed to
write some of it down).
For the flamers out there; Flaming is good but it won't help me unless
you tell me why you flamed. So, hint, hint.
I saw it coursing towards my abdomen, felt the wind sigh, being
pushed away by the speed of flesh and blood taking the place of air.
My senses were focused, I heard the wind rustle through the treetops,
the water softly rippling at the banks, my heartbeat, and his, my
breathing, and his, and I knew I wouldn't make it.
Time reduced to slow motion, I felt the penetrating pain of my earlier
injuries recede into the background, and the only things that where
left, where him and me.
It was of no use, but I tried anyway. The only thing that kept me on
my feet was my pride. I knew I would never forgive myself if I'd die
because I'd given up to soon. At least I'd go down fighting, just like
tousan, his otousan, and his otousan…
Instinctively, I brought my hands forward, and as time got back to
normal speed, I tried to stop his fist. It was of no use. I felt the force
taking my hands with it, pushing them further and burying them in my
abdomen, together with his fist.
The force of the impact threw me through the air as time slowed
again. I flew, and I flew, and the air made place for flesh and blood
again, mine this time. I felt my heart having more and more trouble
beating, ki leaving my body with every second. It was over…
I touched down, bounced up and came down again.
As hard as I touched the ground, that was how hard the pain serviced.
It was a pain I had never felt before, the pain, I knew, that would be
my last. My abdomen hurt, my back hurt, my head, my fingers, my
toes, my hair, my skin, but the thing that hurt the most was my soul.
Now that life was about to leave my side I realized what I'd be leaving
behind to early. But I have saiya-jin blood; I am destined to die young,
just like everyone else of my almost extinct race.
With trouble I pulled my hands out of my own flesh, which where still
buried in there a bit. I felt something warm fill my lungs and coughed
in pain. I swallowed, but it was of no use. Blood filled my airways and
slowly seeped out the corner of my mouth. It really was over now.
My arms felt heavy and fell down my flanks. I could no longer
breathe; all I could do was see. As the ki, as well as my blood flew
from my broken body, my sight started slipping away as well. I felt
the pain no longer as my world turned black, the pain had abandoned
me, with it went my last light…
So, what do you think? Should I or should I not make something more
out of it? Tell it in a review or mail me at db_lovingz@hotmail.com
-xxx-jes, cursed dj aka Breaky.
totally hate and can't bare to see or watch.
A/n; This is just something I came up with, I don't know if I should
make a story out of it or not. I just felt this desperate need too get
some one killed (Actually, I just kind of had inspiration and needed to
write some of it down).
For the flamers out there; Flaming is good but it won't help me unless
you tell me why you flamed. So, hint, hint.
I saw it coursing towards my abdomen, felt the wind sigh, being
pushed away by the speed of flesh and blood taking the place of air.
My senses were focused, I heard the wind rustle through the treetops,
the water softly rippling at the banks, my heartbeat, and his, my
breathing, and his, and I knew I wouldn't make it.
Time reduced to slow motion, I felt the penetrating pain of my earlier
injuries recede into the background, and the only things that where
left, where him and me.
It was of no use, but I tried anyway. The only thing that kept me on
my feet was my pride. I knew I would never forgive myself if I'd die
because I'd given up to soon. At least I'd go down fighting, just like
tousan, his otousan, and his otousan…
Instinctively, I brought my hands forward, and as time got back to
normal speed, I tried to stop his fist. It was of no use. I felt the force
taking my hands with it, pushing them further and burying them in my
abdomen, together with his fist.
The force of the impact threw me through the air as time slowed
again. I flew, and I flew, and the air made place for flesh and blood
again, mine this time. I felt my heart having more and more trouble
beating, ki leaving my body with every second. It was over…
I touched down, bounced up and came down again.
As hard as I touched the ground, that was how hard the pain serviced.
It was a pain I had never felt before, the pain, I knew, that would be
my last. My abdomen hurt, my back hurt, my head, my fingers, my
toes, my hair, my skin, but the thing that hurt the most was my soul.
Now that life was about to leave my side I realized what I'd be leaving
behind to early. But I have saiya-jin blood; I am destined to die young,
just like everyone else of my almost extinct race.
With trouble I pulled my hands out of my own flesh, which where still
buried in there a bit. I felt something warm fill my lungs and coughed
in pain. I swallowed, but it was of no use. Blood filled my airways and
slowly seeped out the corner of my mouth. It really was over now.
My arms felt heavy and fell down my flanks. I could no longer
breathe; all I could do was see. As the ki, as well as my blood flew
from my broken body, my sight started slipping away as well. I felt
the pain no longer as my world turned black, the pain had abandoned
me, with it went my last light…
So, what do you think? Should I or should I not make something more
out of it? Tell it in a review or mail me at db_lovingz@hotmail.com
-xxx-jes, cursed dj aka Breaky.