For miles and miles around, nothing but black earth, and rotting, decaying
buildings stood. Nothing at all. The land was barren now. Decades or so ago
it was filled with lush rivers and forest that were so vast, you couldn't
see the end even if you were in the air. Now, now there was dried, gushy
swamps filled with black sewage water that had been storing up over the
past. Now there was carcasses of dead trees.
There's and eerie quiet about. It's so very quiet.
He shivered once again. He could have sworn he heard some little child giggling. But no, he knew it was all in his longing mind.
He looked down at the muddy floor beneath him. He gently floated down, out of the sky towards a lonesome figure. His friend. His only friend., gone. Gone right after the others.
'Damn them both.' He thought to himself. 'Damn them both to hell!' He sat on his knees next to his fallen friend. "You shouldn't have gone to fight them alone." He whimpered to the bloody man on the floor.
Rain fell harder, lightening cracked in the far off distance. The rain mixed with the mud, the blood of the fallen warrior, and the young boy's sweat, and salty tears.
As the tears and sweat ran down his face with the acid rain, his skin burned, his cuts burned, his lips burned, and his mouth burned from his now missing teeth. Wind whistled loudly from all around, whipping his hair about his face.
Clenching his fist, so tight, so tight blood trickles from the palms of his hand, sliced by the short, bitten nails of the young boy. Blood was everywhere now. All over his ripped clothes, on his body, all over his face. He couldn't take it. Here, on the floor in a bloody mess, lay a boy who had punched him so hard in the back of his neck, he blacked out, so he wouldn't have to see this death. So he did what came naturally. Something that the past generations of his family had done to release anger.
He screamed.
He screamed so loud, his ears felt like they would burst. He screamed, and screamed, until he couldn't breath for a few moments.
But as he screamed, he changed. He was no longer just a boy with a fallen friend. He was now a Super Saiya-Jin, without a friend, or a step-in- father.
This one boy suffered so much.
People all around him dying.
Friends and family. dead.
Love. pointless, and useless.
Hope. forgotten.
And the only thing he wanted to do now, was to stop this from ever happening.
But there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening.
Depressed, he flew home, Alone for the first time in years.
*~*~*~*~ The End. Chapter Three. *~*~*~*~
There's and eerie quiet about. It's so very quiet.
He shivered once again. He could have sworn he heard some little child giggling. But no, he knew it was all in his longing mind.
He looked down at the muddy floor beneath him. He gently floated down, out of the sky towards a lonesome figure. His friend. His only friend., gone. Gone right after the others.
'Damn them both.' He thought to himself. 'Damn them both to hell!' He sat on his knees next to his fallen friend. "You shouldn't have gone to fight them alone." He whimpered to the bloody man on the floor.
Rain fell harder, lightening cracked in the far off distance. The rain mixed with the mud, the blood of the fallen warrior, and the young boy's sweat, and salty tears.
As the tears and sweat ran down his face with the acid rain, his skin burned, his cuts burned, his lips burned, and his mouth burned from his now missing teeth. Wind whistled loudly from all around, whipping his hair about his face.
Clenching his fist, so tight, so tight blood trickles from the palms of his hand, sliced by the short, bitten nails of the young boy. Blood was everywhere now. All over his ripped clothes, on his body, all over his face. He couldn't take it. Here, on the floor in a bloody mess, lay a boy who had punched him so hard in the back of his neck, he blacked out, so he wouldn't have to see this death. So he did what came naturally. Something that the past generations of his family had done to release anger.
He screamed.
He screamed so loud, his ears felt like they would burst. He screamed, and screamed, until he couldn't breath for a few moments.
But as he screamed, he changed. He was no longer just a boy with a fallen friend. He was now a Super Saiya-Jin, without a friend, or a step-in- father.
This one boy suffered so much.
People all around him dying.
Friends and family. dead.
Love. pointless, and useless.
Hope. forgotten.
And the only thing he wanted to do now, was to stop this from ever happening.
But there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening.
Depressed, he flew home, Alone for the first time in years.
*~*~*~*~ The End. Chapter Three. *~*~*~*~