The History Of Marron 2

Chapter 2: I Killed My Family

It wasn't too long for the realization to settle within me and the shock to leave my system. I got up and tried to make a run towards the dissipating smoke but he seemed to have read my intentions and held me back.

"Let me go!" I clawed at his arms, right now wasn't the time to protect me from the sorrowful pain that was soon to come. I needed to see this.

"I don't think this is a good idea," he spoke calmly.

"I don't care what you think just let me go!" I continued to struggle against his tight hold, why was he stronger than me? I clawed more viciously hoping my nails was doing a good amount of damage. It wasn't really effective.

I kicked him in the gut and he was lucky I was being generous enough not to kick him in his more sensitive area. But the kick was all I needed to make my escape as he let go. My running was still slow as it wasn't too long ago I remastered how to walk and I knew flying was out of the option if I still couldn't run that good. But forgetting that fact I tried my best to glide to the scene before Trunks caught up to me.

I got there seconds before he fully caught up to me after recovering from having the wind knocked out of him. But he was too late from stopping me from this painful reality. It was a huge blackened crater and four footprints of where their bodies once stood. Nothing besides their foot impressions remained, not even their ashes. I wanted to look away from the sight but I couldn't tear my eyes away, torturing myself with the guilt welling up inside me. Blaming myself for their deaths.

"Let's go home."

I winced at the mention of the word home. There was no such place for me.

"I'm staying here," I mumbled softly, fighting back a sob.

"Do you want me to stay-"

"No, I want to be alone." I declined his company, I needed to go through this pain alone.

He stood next to me for a couple of seconds before taking off, allowing me to finally release my tears. Why was I crying for these monsters? I wanted them literally minutes ago, I was even content when I thought they were dead. I was going to fight them to the death. But why was I hurting all over…again.

My last words to her, thoughts about her were full of hate. While she loved me to the very end. I drove her to the edge, I killed her, I killed my family. Humanity was saved again, but I'm in excruciating pain again. I could feel my guilt beginning to eat me alive, why didn't I tell her I loved her? Why did I let my anger and hatred cloud my love? Why did it have to turn out this way?

They needed to die, I knew that but this was surely not the way I wanted it to go.

Trunks POV

I still couldn't come to wrap all that occurred in my head. It all happened so fast that it was hard to believe this wasn't some twisted dream. They were miraculously alive, it made no sense. I was sure they were dead and I should've been able to have seen them escaping for their dear lives. But that fact didn't matter anymore, they were dead…again, for real this time. My hatred for them still burned wild, Android 17 was still the same but for Android 18 I saw a new side of her I never expected to see. Human. She was always trying to kill me along with her brother, poking fun at me for being weak, but this time she didn't even spare me a glance. Just focused on trying to have her daughter forgive her.

I made it to the house in no time, the explosion not being too far.

It was barely a minute since I came in and my mother immediately engulfed me in a tight hug. She was obviously worried and I'm sure she was able to hear the explosion and probably assumed the worst.

"Where's Marron?" She worriedly asked as she ended the hug and searched behind me but didn't see her. Maxwell was right behind my mother with the same worried expression and I was surprised he hadn't dashed out the house yet.

I thought about her for a second, hurt was too small of a word to describe her pain. Why couldn't they have been truly dead when they were thought to be.

"Trunks?"

I blinked, "Yes?"

"Marron, where is she?"

"She's alive," was all I could say before taking a seat, letting everything sink in with me.

My mother and Maxwell took a seat as well. I explained everything to them. Including the fact I learned about them having bombs in their chest.

The room was silent for a very long time, I knew Maxwell didn't comprehend much of what I said but my mother sure did.

"Trunks you have to go to her, she needs someone right now."

I tried to argue on how she wanted to be alone, but my mother argued back on how she needed a shoulder to lean on and I happened to be the perfect candidate. The child seemed more of a better candidate but she also argued how I would be able to relate to her more to comfort her.

I came back to see her sitting down, eyes still glued to the footprints in the charred crater.

"Didn't I tell you to leave," she tried her best to hold in her anger but I still detected it.

"You shouldn't deal with this alone…not again."

"I don't need you judging me," she muttered bitterly.

If I didn't pity her and put myself in her shoes I would've been the one to totally judge her. But even though they were evil, they were still her family and she deserved the right to mourn them. I would never be able to understand her current predicament, she had come to peace with their deaths not too long ago, but now that peace was disrupted and she was being attacked with this hurricane of emotions. I simply had no right to judge.

"I won't," I reassured her as I walked closer to where she sat.

"Your pitying me again," her voice was low, she was holding back her tears.

"I'm being your shoulder to lean on," I said as I took a seat next to her.

"Because your pitying me."

"Because I'm your friend."

She finally directed her attention to me, through her glistening eyes I could see the shock in them. I was surprised myself, the words rolled off my tongue so naturally.

"You're just saying that to be nice," she mumbled as she turned away.

I placed a hand on her shoulder and she surprisingly didn't jump back at my touch. She looked at me again. "I mean it," I gave her a serious face. The words came before I could even come to fully think what I was truly saying. It really wasn't that long ago when I hated her and wanted her dead but that slowly began to change and we saw each other as hurting teens. I wouldn't escalate our relationship to be a friendship given that we were still in the trial phase, but if she had me worrying, feeling her pain and wanting to cheer her up that had to be something you do with someone you consider a friend right?

I removed my hand from her shoulder and what happened next was very unexpected. She leaned her head on my shoulder and began to let her tears flow. Shocked by her closeness and sudden action I was clueless on what to do in the beginning before I awkwardly wrapped an arm around her and allowed her to mourn.

We were like this for some time until I found my voice.

"I know it's not appropriate to say right now, but I just want you to know we have a better future to look up to now. So don't kill your soul with this pain."

It wasn't too long after she ran out of tears and she wiped away the remaining stream off her face. She thanked me before saying how Maxwell and my mother is probably worried sick about her prolonged absence. I just nodded my head before beginning our walk home.