The Sorrow Of Love:
Everything Can Go So Wrong
A/N: I know the chapter title is spelled wrong, but there's a reason for that. You'll see. And hopefully laugh. It's my pathetic attempt at jokemaking (That's my new word).
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Chapter Nine-Doc Martin
Trunks woke up painfully. For the third time that day, he wondered where he was. Unfortunately, he wasn't where he was when he blacked out. He was strapped to a very uncomfortable mahogany table, spread-eagled. It was a dark room he was lying in. He couldn't see much, there were no windows, and he couldn't find the door. Still strapped in, he cupped one of his hands and created a small energy flare. This seemingly simple task made his head spin. He closed his eyes and focused himself. He blocked himself from going unconscious again by focusing on simple methodic thoughts. He didn't learn this before, but it seemed to have helped.
"2+2 is 4, 4+4 is 8, 8+8 is 16, 16 +16 is 32, 32+32 is 64... There, focused. I'm awake." He groaned. He looked up. The harsh light in the energy flare put the room in to view. Everything was grey and in some places, mottled with black. It appeared to be polished concrete, if there was such a thing. The door itself as almost indistinguishable, except for a fine crack that ran down the wall from halfway up the room. He wondered why he was brought to a place, or how he even got here. He eventually decided that blacking out was always a bad idea.
An hour later Trunks was feeling cramped, and very uncomfortable. He thought that maybe he should stay in the straps because he didn't know the way out and he'd learn why the people who dragged him there kept him there. Trunks was starting to regret that decision. He released the energy flare a while a go because he knew that every second the energy flare was in place, he was drained of a little energy. Another reason was because the harsh light made his eyes sore. Suddenly, the heavy concrete door opened. A figure blocked most of the light from getting through. From Trunks' view, he could see that the figure was somewhat large, but not fat. It was indistinguishable between male and female. A voice sounded out from the figure.
"Why are you here?" It called to Trunks. It was also indeterminate in the category of gender.
"I don't really know," Trunks answered honestly. "You brought me here for all I know."
"Ah yes, you're the kid we found. Thought you were a spy of "them" or something."
"Them?"
"The Androids! You've heard of them, I suppose," it said bitingly, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh sorry."
"Well android, really. One was killed. The people say by a kid, but I don't believe them. They could only go by the new weapon they've developed." It said, not really caring what Trunks said. As if a switch turned on, she snapped her neck towards Trunks. "You'll be wanting to get out, I suppose?"
"No, not really, I can manage," he muttered as he stood up, not being able to bear not exercising for so long. The figure just stood there, presumably staring.
"You're the kid, aren't you?"
"Er… yea, I am, but I'd rather talk about something else. The weather for example. Looks like it's going to storm. What do you think?"
"Only... the androids could've gotten out of that. You killed the black haired devil. What has become of the blonde one?"
Trunks' voice turned hard, as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't talk about her again!"
The other's voice was stuttering as it backed up, allowing Trunks to walk through. The person eventually calmed down and started talking about where they were. As it turned out, she was female. And a commander of this the defensive bunker they were in.
"... and as you can see, we have all sorts of plans and escapes if the androids should ever discover us," she finished off, with obvious pride in her voice. Trunks just nodded continuously, waiting to see if he could ask his question soon. "Now then... any questions about operations? Food?"
"Er... no, but do you know where the rabbit was?"
"The rabbit we found nibbling at your ear?"
"Sure..."
"Well your rabbit—"
"He's not mine"
"Whatever, he's in Habitat B its..." But by the time the commander could say Habitat B, Trunks was already off, searching the building map for the habitats. Quickly, he found a directory, and he raced off to where the Habitat was. As he walked up to the large steel doors marked with the stamp "Habitat B".
The doors hissed open at his arrival. He took a big breath and entered. He tripped. He caught himself right before he faceplanted into some deer pellets. After that short but exciting event, Trunks found himself in a pushup position. Craning his neck, he looked around. Apparently there was a lot of green. A lot. His eyes were actually throbbing with the brightness. He had never seen this green. All the plants were either dead or a bleak greyish green. He looked behind him and saw a familiar black fabric. More importantly, he found the bunny that the cloth was supposed to be attached. The crunchy bear was still there. He tripped over the bunny. He sprung back up with his arms and found the bunny at his feet, sniffling at the small disturbance he caused. He looked around again. He couldn't believe it. Everything was so... so... alive. There were bright trees and foxholes, surrounded by purple and yellow flowers. The system was near perfect. It even had mosquitoes, Trunks noted, with a little annoyance. He always psychosomatically itched whenever they bit him. He picked up the bunny and looked at it. It buried its nose in his callused hand and started twitching. Trunks smiled at it. He didn't know why he was attached to the thing. Maybe because it the only animal in the house that didn't fear for its life. Hell, it even did that. It was a well of innocence in a world growing deeply stagnant. His eyes clouded but did nothing more.
He realized that he didn't even name it. He looked at the crunchy bear, which was supposedly representing Martin the Bear. A corporate scandal ensued when they found out that he wasn't a real bear. The world was crazy at times. The splint gave him an idea, though.
"You need a name. How about... Doc Martin?" He asked it. The bunny nuzzled itself further into Trunks' hand in response. "I'll take that as a yes, then." He laughed at its antics. "Well, let's go then, Doc."
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A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in 2 weeks. I'm a WEKK overdue. Oh well. High school is turning out more... interesting than I thought. Yes... Interesting. Anyway, what happened to A-non-ey Mouse and Victorbot? Oh well. You're all probably stuck in schoolwork or something. And yes, Escandus, I'll update sooner, so you don't have to ask. Well Thanks to: AGalaxiaGoddess, A-non-ey Mouse, Victorbot, Escandus, Kureenji (One of the best reviews I've gotten info-wise), emily, mimz (do you seriously mean what you say in the IMs?), iqra, Naomi Flugle (Finally, someone else who likes zoids!), Silverdust, Seravy, MoriMori Eye, Nesquick11 and semi-thanks to Peirin. I'M NOT A CHEESEBALL! But I do like the idea of girls falling for me. Now I feel insensitive Hmm... That was a long list… which is good! ANYWAY, I'll try to update next Wednesday or the Sunday after that. Depending on that, you can almost depend on that time period for updates. Don't forget to review! BYE! Oh yes, and sorry if I didn't thank you! Birdy, you don't count!