~~an~~ again, im sorry its been a while, ive been a lil busy with things,
but def wanted to do this…so did you all think aiko was a nice name? ;)
hehehe….well, alix has gotta beat these bastards first! Thanks everyone for
yer support! ~~an~~
Even at level 3, I still found that fighting the minions was extremely difficult. They were letting out their true powers and going as high as they could, proving that they were stronger than I. I still fought as hard as I could, but things began to go downhill for me after a while. I was smashed with a very powerful big bang attack into the ground hard, not being able to pull myself up, although trying my hardest.
I heard a slight chuckle and then felt myself being pulled up by my hair, sending even more pain throughout my sore and battered body. I thought I was going to get killed now, that my struggles in the world that I had taken so long to finally repair would mean nothing. I was set down on my knees, being forced to stand. I struggled open my eyes, everything blurry around me, still at level 3. I saw Zack standing in front of me, looking down at me as he always had.
My body throbbed with pain as I watched him pace slowly back and forth in front of me. I heard the yells of the Z fighters who were still trapped, being forced to watch me, knowing there was nothing they could do. Zack grinned as he slowly moved back in forth in front of me, his spiked black hair seeming to be untouched, his now blood red eyes narrowed, his lips curled into an evil grin.
He kneeled down in front of me, touching my face lightly with his filthy hand. I couldn't bare it, so I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing. He spoke softly as I struggled more, thoughts flowing through my head as I felt fear, a kind of fear I wasn't used to. I heard his deep voice speaking, "Well now, Kitty, it seems as though you're finally caught. All those years of running away will mean nothing, and do you know what else?" I kept my eyes shut tightly until he forced me to open them, the cold stare penetrating into my mind, "Those friends of yours over there get to watch you go through more than just death, if you catch my drift". I shivered, knowing that if I didn't do something, I was going to suffer a fate far worse than death.
I remembered all the times they had brutalized me, beat me until I couldn't stand and then laughed with themselves. I remembered how they had taken joy in killing my sister and how awful they had made me feel about it. The cold, heartless grins stayed in my mind the most, an everlasting reminder of just whom I was fighting against. I was sick and tired of being beaten and watching my family and friends perish because I wasn't good enough! I had had enough!
The minions still circled around me as I realized I wasn't going to let this happen, I was doing this for myself this time, and only for me. I was going to rid my life of these fucking bastards and I was going to do it my way. No one was going to save me, no one was going to cheer me on, I was doing this for me. The earth around me began to shake as I felt my power growing inside me like an addiction. It began to engulf my body; the need for revenge and power began to take control.
I clenched my fists and suddenly, Aaron, who was holding me, flew off. The others were sent flying away as my power began to rage inside. My eyes flashed from blue to green, then staying on green. My hair began to grow shorter, making itself go into a braid, streaks of silver covering the gold until it was all silver. Smoke swirled around me as I stood, screaming as I finally reached level 4.
Even at level 3, I still found that fighting the minions was extremely difficult. They were letting out their true powers and going as high as they could, proving that they were stronger than I. I still fought as hard as I could, but things began to go downhill for me after a while. I was smashed with a very powerful big bang attack into the ground hard, not being able to pull myself up, although trying my hardest.
I heard a slight chuckle and then felt myself being pulled up by my hair, sending even more pain throughout my sore and battered body. I thought I was going to get killed now, that my struggles in the world that I had taken so long to finally repair would mean nothing. I was set down on my knees, being forced to stand. I struggled open my eyes, everything blurry around me, still at level 3. I saw Zack standing in front of me, looking down at me as he always had.
My body throbbed with pain as I watched him pace slowly back and forth in front of me. I heard the yells of the Z fighters who were still trapped, being forced to watch me, knowing there was nothing they could do. Zack grinned as he slowly moved back in forth in front of me, his spiked black hair seeming to be untouched, his now blood red eyes narrowed, his lips curled into an evil grin.
He kneeled down in front of me, touching my face lightly with his filthy hand. I couldn't bare it, so I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing. He spoke softly as I struggled more, thoughts flowing through my head as I felt fear, a kind of fear I wasn't used to. I heard his deep voice speaking, "Well now, Kitty, it seems as though you're finally caught. All those years of running away will mean nothing, and do you know what else?" I kept my eyes shut tightly until he forced me to open them, the cold stare penetrating into my mind, "Those friends of yours over there get to watch you go through more than just death, if you catch my drift". I shivered, knowing that if I didn't do something, I was going to suffer a fate far worse than death.
I remembered all the times they had brutalized me, beat me until I couldn't stand and then laughed with themselves. I remembered how they had taken joy in killing my sister and how awful they had made me feel about it. The cold, heartless grins stayed in my mind the most, an everlasting reminder of just whom I was fighting against. I was sick and tired of being beaten and watching my family and friends perish because I wasn't good enough! I had had enough!
The minions still circled around me as I realized I wasn't going to let this happen, I was doing this for myself this time, and only for me. I was going to rid my life of these fucking bastards and I was going to do it my way. No one was going to save me, no one was going to cheer me on, I was doing this for me. The earth around me began to shake as I felt my power growing inside me like an addiction. It began to engulf my body; the need for revenge and power began to take control.
I clenched my fists and suddenly, Aaron, who was holding me, flew off. The others were sent flying away as my power began to rage inside. My eyes flashed from blue to green, then staying on green. My hair began to grow shorter, making itself go into a braid, streaks of silver covering the gold until it was all silver. Smoke swirled around me as I stood, screaming as I finally reached level 4.