Chapter twelve: The battle of tortured souls
I was walking along a street, trying not to look at the occasional body or pool of dried blood. These were recent killings, and there were older ones, what was left of decomposing bodies, a few bones, I could still see the clothing these people had once worn.
This was too real. I closed my eyes and leant again a wall that was actually the roof of a building dug into the ground. I shifted my weight and stood on something soft.
I opened my eyes and stare down at a small slightly rotted toy, it was a rag doll, made primarily from what looked like sacking. I bent and picked it. I squeezed my eyes shut and hugged the small thing desperately. I guessed it had belonged to some little girl who had been yet another victim of Ven's rampages. I sighed sadly.
To me it felt as if I had committed these crimes. Because frankly, I still loved him, nothing could change that, and that was what scared me. I leant against the wall again, the doll still clutched in my rough calloused fingers.
My eyes shot open. I listened carefully.
I heard the sounds of fighting, and my eyes widened. Taking off at a run I followed the screams and booming sounds of steel upon steel and more.
*
I was no longer thinking, venting all the rage that had built up over the years upon the now defenseless android.
He was no little more than a flying rag doll, as I punted him about faster than the speed of light.
And he was screaming, screaming in the kind of pain we had both known all our lives.
To my surprise I did not enjoy it. I did not enjoy seeing him in pain, but I wanted to do it. I wanted him to suffer.
So I made him suffer
*
I got slowly to my feet. Half my circuits were showing and I could not feel my left side.
I stood leaning my weight on a semi broken leg with blood pouring from my face where he had shattered my cheekbone.
It hurt, but I ignored it, facing my opponent and executioner. He rose high up into the air. Raising his hands above his head
"BURNING ATTACK!!"
*
I heard the word and screamed. Tears began to run down my cheeks as I streaked towards the sound. But I knew it was too late.
A shockwave of ki blasted me off my feet and slammed me through a few buildings that had been left standing.
I got up and ignored the pain in my body,
And I ran.
I ran so hard and so fast I stopped feeling my body, I even forgot I had one
It was like being some sort of floating spirit with the world flashing by around you.
I came to halt in a massive crater
Then I saw him
I was walking along a street, trying not to look at the occasional body or pool of dried blood. These were recent killings, and there were older ones, what was left of decomposing bodies, a few bones, I could still see the clothing these people had once worn.
This was too real. I closed my eyes and leant again a wall that was actually the roof of a building dug into the ground. I shifted my weight and stood on something soft.
I opened my eyes and stare down at a small slightly rotted toy, it was a rag doll, made primarily from what looked like sacking. I bent and picked it. I squeezed my eyes shut and hugged the small thing desperately. I guessed it had belonged to some little girl who had been yet another victim of Ven's rampages. I sighed sadly.
To me it felt as if I had committed these crimes. Because frankly, I still loved him, nothing could change that, and that was what scared me. I leant against the wall again, the doll still clutched in my rough calloused fingers.
My eyes shot open. I listened carefully.
I heard the sounds of fighting, and my eyes widened. Taking off at a run I followed the screams and booming sounds of steel upon steel and more.
*
I was no longer thinking, venting all the rage that had built up over the years upon the now defenseless android.
He was no little more than a flying rag doll, as I punted him about faster than the speed of light.
And he was screaming, screaming in the kind of pain we had both known all our lives.
To my surprise I did not enjoy it. I did not enjoy seeing him in pain, but I wanted to do it. I wanted him to suffer.
So I made him suffer
*
I got slowly to my feet. Half my circuits were showing and I could not feel my left side.
I stood leaning my weight on a semi broken leg with blood pouring from my face where he had shattered my cheekbone.
It hurt, but I ignored it, facing my opponent and executioner. He rose high up into the air. Raising his hands above his head
"BURNING ATTACK!!"
*
I heard the word and screamed. Tears began to run down my cheeks as I streaked towards the sound. But I knew it was too late.
A shockwave of ki blasted me off my feet and slammed me through a few buildings that had been left standing.
I got up and ignored the pain in my body,
And I ran.
I ran so hard and so fast I stopped feeling my body, I even forgot I had one
It was like being some sort of floating spirit with the world flashing by around you.
I came to halt in a massive crater
Then I saw him