Author's note: I'm getting lazy, have not written a chapter in over a day.
or two. For all you people who wonder where Piccolo went, I have two words
for you: Here's Piccolo.
On a more serious note, a special thanks to Josav who brought to my
attention that Piccolo is NOT old in my timeline. But since I have the
super duper Writer's Freedom; I can bend the truth and get away with
Piccolo being an old fart! My theory is that since Piccolo is a namek and
a namek year is half an Earth year, and that Nameks age twice as fast as
humans, so Piccolo should be 94 namek years. Given that he fused with Kami
and Nail their estimated ages combined add up to.. 1259 Namek years {628.2
human years} yes I did do the math. Please tell me if I'm horribly wrong,
I don't care, but tell me anyway!
I wrote this little chapter for Wandering Namek. He is a great writer; you should read the story 'Blending In'; if you don't, prepare to suffer the wrath of George, the rabid weasel! I also command you to write a review for Wandering Namek, now, go, fly, my pretties, fly!. Tonk will also be appearing in the next chapter, which will explain the delay (I'm still getting a feel for his character, don't want to butcher him. much, just kidding). **Onto the story peeps!**
Piccolo touched the fragile body of what once had been a young boy. The limbs were brutally hacked off, leaving a bare, bloody torso. The blue skin was cold and clammy; it was not at all pleasant. At first glance the body would have looked like a jumbled pile rags. The feeling of death passed through Piccolo, he had witnessed such carnage before through his father's eyes; but so few of the memories were of mangled blue children.
Questions flooded through his mind at light speed. 'Why was this child killed? Who did it? Why burry it in a suitcase under fiberglass?' The pitter of footsteps among the dunes forced Piccolo out of his inquisitive state. Slowly he turned around, sand cascaded off of his long white cape, making a blurred effect in the background. Shock and partial horror shot through Piccolo's eyes like a bullet. None other than the legendary Goku was standing behind him.
~Scene Change~
7.5 moved his left hand; it was the only thing that the steel wall had not crushed. Painfully he pushed himself to his knees under the immense weight of the steel, his back felt like it was going to give out any second. He crawled out from under fallen wall. The music of chirping birds filled his ears, it was amazing; possible the most beautiful song he had ever heard before. He glanced over his shoulder to see the outdoors for the first time. 7.5's heart sank instantly. On the other side of his collapsed wall was a sturdy set of bronze bars. As he moved toward the bars, the whole picture came into focus. The room was a birdcage, a giant birdcage. Unbelievable. Tropical plants and insects thrived in the enormous room; oddly, no birds could be found.
The alarms blared. Soon the techies and Security guards would flood the room and take him to the 'Chamber'. "Yeah, they'll probably stick needles in my eyes to, yippee, who's up for probing?" 7.5 said sarcastically "Well I'm not going to go without a fight, not this time!" A hint of anger writhed in his voice.
As predicted the guards came rushing in, their so called special addition black police armor. There were five of them, Derric's goons no doubt. The taller one of the bunch, appropriately nick-named Ape, took the lead in capturing the boy. "Alright men, we have dealt with this bugger before, remember he has a few tricks up his sleeve."
Ape removed a syringe from one of the many pouches on his utility belt; gently he squeezed it, a florescent green liquid spurted out, leaving a nasty brown stain on the steel floor. "Come here little feller, we aren't going to hurt you. It's me, your uncle Sammy, you can trust me. Now just stand still and I will get you out of this dirty place." Ape coaxed, he almost sounded like he cared what happened to 7.5
"God I hate it when he does this" 7.5 grimaced "He acts like he's your friend, your pal. Traitor. The cantankerous bastard. He was just another brainwashed imbecile that was hired off the streets."
7.5 edged ever closer to the bars of the cage. He was more than they could deal with, or so he hoped. The men were tall, husky, and looked like they could break a football player in half with their pinkies. The small ceiling light reflected off their armor, the words Capsule Corp were printed on the shoulders as clear as day. "Capsule Corp, sounds familiar" 7.5 thought aloud.
"You do not have the time to wonder about such things, weed." Derric taunted him. He pointed a forty-caliber pistol directly in between 7.5's eyes.
7.5's face blushed purple. They did it again. They all work as a team to distract him, and then, they strike. "Looks like your lucky number is 14 kid" Derric started to pull the trigger.
All 7.5 could do is stand there paralyzed. Sure he had received death threats; getting them five times a day was not uncommon. But never had he felt this close to death. Derric would pull the trigger unlike the rest. He was just the kind of slime that kills for fun, no matter what the game, human, or animal.
The pent up rage and fear that built up inside 7.5 manifested. It was as though all the insecurities that plagued him were coming back to haunt him. Ghost-like flashes from the past sped through his mind, a million per second. One thought repeated itself over and over. 'Is he really going to do it?'
The trigger clicked.
In that one moment everything that 7.5 had ever experienced was summed up in a fraction of a second. Ultimately it rounded down to one thing. He was put to sleep.
It was a slow poison. His vision was the first thing to fade. He felt himself fly backwards into the smooth bronze. The cracking of solid bone rang throughout his throbbing head. It was the type of ecstasy that one can only feel in bittersweet pain. The smell of gunpowder clouded his remaining senses, rendering him defenseless to their will. The last thing he saw was the outline of Derric. Was he. laughing? He was, they all were. It was like a slow, painful haze as he drifted further and further into the shadows, soon it would end, no pain, no suffering. It would all be over in a few unbearable seconds; somehow, he did not want it to end. He wanted to experience that burning sensation of molten lead burrowing into his delicate skin. Could it be, he enjoyed it? Yes, the pain of death was better to him than the finest wine, sweet and unpalatable at the same time; amicable and menacing, cursory and languid, all these feelings at once. It was like being born again, the fiery, bliss too great to measure.
The climax ended far to soon. The raw pleasure of dying disappeared, leaving the endless sting of fading with him. Slowly, but surely 7.5's inner light gave out, he became a shadow, like those that had gone long before him. But before all his life seeped away, he committed to memory the one thing he despised most. Derric's malicious laughter about his trophy kill, the weed boy.
In between the last racking sniggers of his crew Derric managed to choke out "Happy holidays." He burst out laughing once more. "Kami, I've wanted to do that for ten years since they started this damn project '84.' I'll kill the other three, mark my words Ape Man! I'll be the one to do it!
Then 7.5 slept the remorseful slumber of the fiend for the first time.
I wrote this little chapter for Wandering Namek. He is a great writer; you should read the story 'Blending In'; if you don't, prepare to suffer the wrath of George, the rabid weasel! I also command you to write a review for Wandering Namek, now, go, fly, my pretties, fly!. Tonk will also be appearing in the next chapter, which will explain the delay (I'm still getting a feel for his character, don't want to butcher him. much, just kidding). **Onto the story peeps!**
Piccolo touched the fragile body of what once had been a young boy. The limbs were brutally hacked off, leaving a bare, bloody torso. The blue skin was cold and clammy; it was not at all pleasant. At first glance the body would have looked like a jumbled pile rags. The feeling of death passed through Piccolo, he had witnessed such carnage before through his father's eyes; but so few of the memories were of mangled blue children.
Questions flooded through his mind at light speed. 'Why was this child killed? Who did it? Why burry it in a suitcase under fiberglass?' The pitter of footsteps among the dunes forced Piccolo out of his inquisitive state. Slowly he turned around, sand cascaded off of his long white cape, making a blurred effect in the background. Shock and partial horror shot through Piccolo's eyes like a bullet. None other than the legendary Goku was standing behind him.
~Scene Change~
7.5 moved his left hand; it was the only thing that the steel wall had not crushed. Painfully he pushed himself to his knees under the immense weight of the steel, his back felt like it was going to give out any second. He crawled out from under fallen wall. The music of chirping birds filled his ears, it was amazing; possible the most beautiful song he had ever heard before. He glanced over his shoulder to see the outdoors for the first time. 7.5's heart sank instantly. On the other side of his collapsed wall was a sturdy set of bronze bars. As he moved toward the bars, the whole picture came into focus. The room was a birdcage, a giant birdcage. Unbelievable. Tropical plants and insects thrived in the enormous room; oddly, no birds could be found.
The alarms blared. Soon the techies and Security guards would flood the room and take him to the 'Chamber'. "Yeah, they'll probably stick needles in my eyes to, yippee, who's up for probing?" 7.5 said sarcastically "Well I'm not going to go without a fight, not this time!" A hint of anger writhed in his voice.
As predicted the guards came rushing in, their so called special addition black police armor. There were five of them, Derric's goons no doubt. The taller one of the bunch, appropriately nick-named Ape, took the lead in capturing the boy. "Alright men, we have dealt with this bugger before, remember he has a few tricks up his sleeve."
Ape removed a syringe from one of the many pouches on his utility belt; gently he squeezed it, a florescent green liquid spurted out, leaving a nasty brown stain on the steel floor. "Come here little feller, we aren't going to hurt you. It's me, your uncle Sammy, you can trust me. Now just stand still and I will get you out of this dirty place." Ape coaxed, he almost sounded like he cared what happened to 7.5
"God I hate it when he does this" 7.5 grimaced "He acts like he's your friend, your pal. Traitor. The cantankerous bastard. He was just another brainwashed imbecile that was hired off the streets."
7.5 edged ever closer to the bars of the cage. He was more than they could deal with, or so he hoped. The men were tall, husky, and looked like they could break a football player in half with their pinkies. The small ceiling light reflected off their armor, the words Capsule Corp were printed on the shoulders as clear as day. "Capsule Corp, sounds familiar" 7.5 thought aloud.
"You do not have the time to wonder about such things, weed." Derric taunted him. He pointed a forty-caliber pistol directly in between 7.5's eyes.
7.5's face blushed purple. They did it again. They all work as a team to distract him, and then, they strike. "Looks like your lucky number is 14 kid" Derric started to pull the trigger.
All 7.5 could do is stand there paralyzed. Sure he had received death threats; getting them five times a day was not uncommon. But never had he felt this close to death. Derric would pull the trigger unlike the rest. He was just the kind of slime that kills for fun, no matter what the game, human, or animal.
The pent up rage and fear that built up inside 7.5 manifested. It was as though all the insecurities that plagued him were coming back to haunt him. Ghost-like flashes from the past sped through his mind, a million per second. One thought repeated itself over and over. 'Is he really going to do it?'
The trigger clicked.
In that one moment everything that 7.5 had ever experienced was summed up in a fraction of a second. Ultimately it rounded down to one thing. He was put to sleep.
It was a slow poison. His vision was the first thing to fade. He felt himself fly backwards into the smooth bronze. The cracking of solid bone rang throughout his throbbing head. It was the type of ecstasy that one can only feel in bittersweet pain. The smell of gunpowder clouded his remaining senses, rendering him defenseless to their will. The last thing he saw was the outline of Derric. Was he. laughing? He was, they all were. It was like a slow, painful haze as he drifted further and further into the shadows, soon it would end, no pain, no suffering. It would all be over in a few unbearable seconds; somehow, he did not want it to end. He wanted to experience that burning sensation of molten lead burrowing into his delicate skin. Could it be, he enjoyed it? Yes, the pain of death was better to him than the finest wine, sweet and unpalatable at the same time; amicable and menacing, cursory and languid, all these feelings at once. It was like being born again, the fiery, bliss too great to measure.
The climax ended far to soon. The raw pleasure of dying disappeared, leaving the endless sting of fading with him. Slowly, but surely 7.5's inner light gave out, he became a shadow, like those that had gone long before him. But before all his life seeped away, he committed to memory the one thing he despised most. Derric's malicious laughter about his trophy kill, the weed boy.
In between the last racking sniggers of his crew Derric managed to choke out "Happy holidays." He burst out laughing once more. "Kami, I've wanted to do that for ten years since they started this damn project '84.' I'll kill the other three, mark my words Ape Man! I'll be the one to do it!
Then 7.5 slept the remorseful slumber of the fiend for the first time.
