AN: No warnings this time *gasp* Just Juunana thinking about what he's done.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or it's characters.



Shades of Black



We ran for a long time, barely managing to make our escape from the cops. They would be searching for us now, and it wouldn't take them long to find us. They had their evidence, fingerprints, all they needed was us. I didn't know where to go, what to do; I just followed my sister as she lead me back to the mountain pass where we had lived for the past year.

 

I slowed down, my body now feeling the full effects of all the blood I had lost. I collapsed to my knees in the snow, the bitter cold biting in to my skin, soaking my already blood-stained clothes. I shivered, hugging my body with my bare arms. My sister tried to get me to stand, and I tried to rise, only to fall back down to the snowy ground in a heap.

 

She cried, and fell down beside me, pulling me into her arms. I could barely feel the warmth of her body, my mind slowly fading. Darkness was swarming my vision, and I could barely see through the blood as it was. I leaned against her, and I think I might've been crying too, but I wasn't sure. I couldn't feel my face anymore, now frozen with loss of blood and the cold of the night and snow.

 

She hugged me, rocking back and forth, and I felt like a child again. The darkness filled my vision, and the world around me began to swirl, as my mind faded into a place where life… and pain… disappear.

 

 

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The next time I awoke, I felt cold, and I could hear the sound of snow crunching under my sister's feet, hear it sliding under me as I was dragged on a litter behind her. She had made a sled out of tree branches, and was pulling me on it behind her. I could see tree branches moving overhead, and see the sky, painted with the faint colors of dawn as the sun began to rise on the horizon.

 

The forest was hushed, quiet with the exception of our movement through the snow. The earth itself was covered in a fresh blanket of snow, pure white and untouched. I shivered, freezing. I had lost all feeling in my face, hands and feet, and by now I was certain that I had hypothermia. Nothing I could do about that though. I'd probably end up dying out here anyway. But that thought was almost welcome compared to the pain that I was feeling.

 

My body ached, covered in ugly bruises. I think I'd damaged my hands from punching him last night. I shuddered. I didn't want to think about him, about what I had done. I stiffly raised a hand, and stared at it, transfixed with the crimson stain. I knew the blood was not all my own.

 

I dropped my hand, disgusted with myself. I had become no better than him. He had accomplished something, he had not only built fear and hate with in my corrupt soul, but now he had finally won the fight. With his own death he had won. Because now I was just like him. He got what he wanted. He had created another abusive father, another hatefilled victim in the world. And I had let him.