I don't own DBZ for the love of God, no wait I do own DBZ yes! I own the giant multi corporation that owns Dbz, and I write Fanfiction, MWAHAHA.
Just kiddin.
Chapter 6: I'll find you.
The human gapes at me, not daring to move.
"Hello"
No reply only the sound of quickened breathing, yes I've got her scared. She didn't expect for me to wait, no its very unlike me to just sit around and yern - no wait for something to come along and bump into me from pure blindness.
I guess that pretty much sums it up. Watching her stand there in pure shock gives that little feeling, just like before it comes as adrenaline, pumping silently through my veins. Yes, shrink back before me.
But a sense of wariness creeps into those innocent eyes, she releases her purpose here. What she is going to mean for me.
Intelligent little thing, ain't she?
Grabbing the door handle she jumps away and out the door, leaving it swaying in the draftee breeze.
I let her go, but I'll find you and no matter where you run, no matter where you hide.
I'll find you, my precious.
Slowly and silently I pursue may pray, she's not very hard to find. I can hear her feet pound into the ground as she runs.
Pound pound pound pound.
She's heading out the door, into the storm. Flicking my earring I wizz down the stairs in under a second, to the human eye it would seem I had disappeared and appeared in the space of one second, just like magic, humans call it.
The front door is wide open and the rain splatters inside getting my nice carpet all dirty, pity I destroyed the vacuum.
I step out into the rain, in these curmumstances I feel happy that I am an android. Can't feel the cold you see. There's my prize sprinting down the drive, shall I make this a short game? Or lengthen it?
I have one second to decide before she slips down the bank and out of view.
Flicking my earring once more I "magic" myself to wear she is, my precious little prize. All wet and cold. Tch tch, she shouldn't have ran off in the first place. Just as she begins to speed down the muddy bank I grab the back of her T-shirt, pulling her up onto the concrete.
She struggles, well what were you expecting? Her one chance at escaping me and she'll come willingly back into my arms? Just like me becoming a peace loving human. No chance at all.
She flings her arms out in every possible direction hitting me a couple of times, it didn't hurt though.
But her efforts are fruitless. I simply use one of my arms to hold down her flailing arms and another to pat her on the head, patronising the little human female.
"Now be a good human and stay still"
I say with a phoney cute tone, that ice-cold sarcasm still bites through. I slowly fly back towards the house, the rain comes down in big fat plops, settling in on my head. Her clothes are pretty wet since it wasn't that long since she had been outside. Now there properly soaked, the only problem is that there making my clothes all wet.
She's aittle warm, just barely. Her head is thrashing a little, so I restrain it with my other free hand. Now she gets the point, you can't escape my grasp stupid human.
Once inside I shut the door and head towards the living room/kitchen. Once there I through her onto the blue couch.
Her body flops onto the couch with a small 'hph' on her part. She looks up , a scowl forming on her ice-cold lips. A smile creeps over me, she looks a little like me, if that's possible. Pushing gingerly on the couch she tries to get up.
I make no attempt to stop her, she simply ignores me and stands. Her body is streaked with mud and small scrapes can just be seen beneath the thin layer of mud. She looks cold, to cold for even a human. Her chest is rising up and down, like she's trying to regain some lost energy. Or she's just breathing. No its to fast. To my surprise, my once strong plaything collapses back onto the couch.
What? She's shaking now, maybe two doses of rain was to much for her.
Weak things, humans. Maybe I should leave her to die but then we haven't finished our game yet. I can't just stop in mid-play, its breaking the rules you see. Besides she wouldn't look very nice as a corpse.
Picking her frozen body up I head towards the bathroom.
I'm not worried if she dies its just that I have to finish games, I have this tendency to leave things in mid-play. So I generally kill it off when I get bored but I'm not bored yet. I'm still pretty excited which is amazing for me since I have the attention span of an eight-year old.
I bound into a large green bath room and turn on the hot taps in the bathroom, then throwing my prized cargo in the bath tub.
After about a minute of running the hot tap I turn the cold on, making the water temperature bearable.
Once the bath is half full I stand back and watch her float there, her hair is spread around in the water like some kind of ice mermaid. I haven't admitted this to myself yet but she is quite beautiful.
She reminds me of a tortured angel, fighting between bravery and submission. Clenching and unclenching my fists I leave her to soak, don't ask why I put her in the bath. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I find my way through the darkened corridors until I reach the living room. Stalking down the stairs I stand by the window, watching and waiting for some sign of movement from the bathroom.
Darkness is spreading over the sky like black ink and rain continuously falls, I'm becoming to attached to that human. Sighing I stand silently by the giant glass windows pondering the meaning of this 'attachment' and how one must get rid of it.
Once the game is over It will be gone and I will move on, like some restless spirit in search of a cheap thrill.
*
Images flash across my mind. Him, the couch. A beautiful blue. Rain, falling hard. Him and his piercing eyes.
Then, a dull black. Nothing more.
My eyes flutter, no I want to keep them shut. What will I see if I open them? Him leering down at me? I don't want to see that, no. A sloshing sound surrounds me.
What is it? Yes, it sounds like water. My head aches so I dare not move. Everything feels so heavy, am I still wearing my clothes? Yeah I can feel soggy material floating around. It will drag me down if I get up.
Should I open my eyes? Face my demons? What if he's not even there. Summing up courage from somewhere in my scared and fearful mind I open my eyes, I peer around.
No android.
Only the sounds of water. In the darkness a slither of silvery moonlight spreads across the room, I can see traces of a sink and I bath which I am in.
The water is beautifully warm, it moves around me leaving no part of my body cold. Such a comfort.
But I should get up, yes he'll come for me soon. I shiver at the thought. But he did save me, was it for him or me? Well he's a arrogant pig I'll take a wild guess and say its for him.
Gripping the edge of the bath I pull myself up, just as I had predicted my clothes made it extra hard. It felt colder out in the air. I just want to fall back into the comforting water but fear drives me on.
I don't know how I manage it but I do. I stand up and step out of the bath.
My clothes feel horribly uncomfortable and hang off me, the wonderful warmth that once clung to me is stripped. As before I am left cold and shivering.
*
I hear movement, she's got out of the bath. I can just hear the water spilling in small splashes from the bathtub. Her shaky breath.
Shall I wait? Wait for her to find me? No, it went wrong last time. I must learn from my mistakes, nothing will change if I don't. Giving the world outside a last watchful glance, I turn on my heel and stalk out in the direction of the bathroom.
Somehow, after much pondering and thinking I have some idea on how to shake this 'attachment' I have with her. I will ease this in slowly, not to fast. Just a simple change in my actions. All I have to do is push, push and push. I'm not striking enough fear into that little heart of hers, what ever it takes, she must be broken. But could I do that. to her?
No, Androids do not care for ... for humans. My head feels heavy, like I shouldn't be doing this. But I should, oh yes very much so.
As I walk towards the bath room. Something dwells inside of me, inside my unnatural body I feel a sort of Pride.
I never thought Androids were so complex. Nearly as bad as humans.
As I step into the doorway, blocking her way. She stares up at me, her eyes question me, my motives.
But I give no answer except for an icy stare, she knows what is to come.
Yes I know what an evil writer I am. What do YOU think will happen? Thanks for your reviews guys, they give me the strength to write! Even though I'm not very good...anyway the next chapter is gonna be a WOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! bye!
Just kiddin.
Chapter 6: I'll find you.
The human gapes at me, not daring to move.
"Hello"
No reply only the sound of quickened breathing, yes I've got her scared. She didn't expect for me to wait, no its very unlike me to just sit around and yern - no wait for something to come along and bump into me from pure blindness.
I guess that pretty much sums it up. Watching her stand there in pure shock gives that little feeling, just like before it comes as adrenaline, pumping silently through my veins. Yes, shrink back before me.
But a sense of wariness creeps into those innocent eyes, she releases her purpose here. What she is going to mean for me.
Intelligent little thing, ain't she?
Grabbing the door handle she jumps away and out the door, leaving it swaying in the draftee breeze.
I let her go, but I'll find you and no matter where you run, no matter where you hide.
I'll find you, my precious.
Slowly and silently I pursue may pray, she's not very hard to find. I can hear her feet pound into the ground as she runs.
Pound pound pound pound.
She's heading out the door, into the storm. Flicking my earring I wizz down the stairs in under a second, to the human eye it would seem I had disappeared and appeared in the space of one second, just like magic, humans call it.
The front door is wide open and the rain splatters inside getting my nice carpet all dirty, pity I destroyed the vacuum.
I step out into the rain, in these curmumstances I feel happy that I am an android. Can't feel the cold you see. There's my prize sprinting down the drive, shall I make this a short game? Or lengthen it?
I have one second to decide before she slips down the bank and out of view.
Flicking my earring once more I "magic" myself to wear she is, my precious little prize. All wet and cold. Tch tch, she shouldn't have ran off in the first place. Just as she begins to speed down the muddy bank I grab the back of her T-shirt, pulling her up onto the concrete.
She struggles, well what were you expecting? Her one chance at escaping me and she'll come willingly back into my arms? Just like me becoming a peace loving human. No chance at all.
She flings her arms out in every possible direction hitting me a couple of times, it didn't hurt though.
But her efforts are fruitless. I simply use one of my arms to hold down her flailing arms and another to pat her on the head, patronising the little human female.
"Now be a good human and stay still"
I say with a phoney cute tone, that ice-cold sarcasm still bites through. I slowly fly back towards the house, the rain comes down in big fat plops, settling in on my head. Her clothes are pretty wet since it wasn't that long since she had been outside. Now there properly soaked, the only problem is that there making my clothes all wet.
She's aittle warm, just barely. Her head is thrashing a little, so I restrain it with my other free hand. Now she gets the point, you can't escape my grasp stupid human.
Once inside I shut the door and head towards the living room/kitchen. Once there I through her onto the blue couch.
Her body flops onto the couch with a small 'hph' on her part. She looks up , a scowl forming on her ice-cold lips. A smile creeps over me, she looks a little like me, if that's possible. Pushing gingerly on the couch she tries to get up.
I make no attempt to stop her, she simply ignores me and stands. Her body is streaked with mud and small scrapes can just be seen beneath the thin layer of mud. She looks cold, to cold for even a human. Her chest is rising up and down, like she's trying to regain some lost energy. Or she's just breathing. No its to fast. To my surprise, my once strong plaything collapses back onto the couch.
What? She's shaking now, maybe two doses of rain was to much for her.
Weak things, humans. Maybe I should leave her to die but then we haven't finished our game yet. I can't just stop in mid-play, its breaking the rules you see. Besides she wouldn't look very nice as a corpse.
Picking her frozen body up I head towards the bathroom.
I'm not worried if she dies its just that I have to finish games, I have this tendency to leave things in mid-play. So I generally kill it off when I get bored but I'm not bored yet. I'm still pretty excited which is amazing for me since I have the attention span of an eight-year old.
I bound into a large green bath room and turn on the hot taps in the bathroom, then throwing my prized cargo in the bath tub.
After about a minute of running the hot tap I turn the cold on, making the water temperature bearable.
Once the bath is half full I stand back and watch her float there, her hair is spread around in the water like some kind of ice mermaid. I haven't admitted this to myself yet but she is quite beautiful.
She reminds me of a tortured angel, fighting between bravery and submission. Clenching and unclenching my fists I leave her to soak, don't ask why I put her in the bath. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I find my way through the darkened corridors until I reach the living room. Stalking down the stairs I stand by the window, watching and waiting for some sign of movement from the bathroom.
Darkness is spreading over the sky like black ink and rain continuously falls, I'm becoming to attached to that human. Sighing I stand silently by the giant glass windows pondering the meaning of this 'attachment' and how one must get rid of it.
Once the game is over It will be gone and I will move on, like some restless spirit in search of a cheap thrill.
*
Images flash across my mind. Him, the couch. A beautiful blue. Rain, falling hard. Him and his piercing eyes.
Then, a dull black. Nothing more.
My eyes flutter, no I want to keep them shut. What will I see if I open them? Him leering down at me? I don't want to see that, no. A sloshing sound surrounds me.
What is it? Yes, it sounds like water. My head aches so I dare not move. Everything feels so heavy, am I still wearing my clothes? Yeah I can feel soggy material floating around. It will drag me down if I get up.
Should I open my eyes? Face my demons? What if he's not even there. Summing up courage from somewhere in my scared and fearful mind I open my eyes, I peer around.
No android.
Only the sounds of water. In the darkness a slither of silvery moonlight spreads across the room, I can see traces of a sink and I bath which I am in.
The water is beautifully warm, it moves around me leaving no part of my body cold. Such a comfort.
But I should get up, yes he'll come for me soon. I shiver at the thought. But he did save me, was it for him or me? Well he's a arrogant pig I'll take a wild guess and say its for him.
Gripping the edge of the bath I pull myself up, just as I had predicted my clothes made it extra hard. It felt colder out in the air. I just want to fall back into the comforting water but fear drives me on.
I don't know how I manage it but I do. I stand up and step out of the bath.
My clothes feel horribly uncomfortable and hang off me, the wonderful warmth that once clung to me is stripped. As before I am left cold and shivering.
*
I hear movement, she's got out of the bath. I can just hear the water spilling in small splashes from the bathtub. Her shaky breath.
Shall I wait? Wait for her to find me? No, it went wrong last time. I must learn from my mistakes, nothing will change if I don't. Giving the world outside a last watchful glance, I turn on my heel and stalk out in the direction of the bathroom.
Somehow, after much pondering and thinking I have some idea on how to shake this 'attachment' I have with her. I will ease this in slowly, not to fast. Just a simple change in my actions. All I have to do is push, push and push. I'm not striking enough fear into that little heart of hers, what ever it takes, she must be broken. But could I do that. to her?
No, Androids do not care for ... for humans. My head feels heavy, like I shouldn't be doing this. But I should, oh yes very much so.
As I walk towards the bath room. Something dwells inside of me, inside my unnatural body I feel a sort of Pride.
I never thought Androids were so complex. Nearly as bad as humans.
As I step into the doorway, blocking her way. She stares up at me, her eyes question me, my motives.
But I give no answer except for an icy stare, she knows what is to come.
Yes I know what an evil writer I am. What do YOU think will happen? Thanks for your reviews guys, they give me the strength to write! Even though I'm not very good...anyway the next chapter is gonna be a WOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! bye!