Instruments in Tune: Invasion
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Chapter 27: Some answers realised.
Her nails were scratching into the gap between the bricks, her dell was not made of the strong material that Vegeta and Gokus was.
Cyndel's fingers were close to bleeding the skin beneath her fingernails dry and cracking, yet she continued to scratch and scrape into the grainy gap between two large bricks.
Her face stained with dry tears.
"Mamma!" She called out; looking up at the ventilation duct above her, she could scarcely hear the response but knew her mother was in the next cell.
When the guards forced them into the cells, first was Poetry inside of hers; Cyndel saw this when wrestled into the cell next door.
Tunnelling like this was useless, she had to find a better way through the two-inch wide crack.
Propped up on her knees she searched the ground around her for anything, all she could see were the bones of old prisoners tucked against the darkened corners.
For moments, she could not turn away from the pallid shapes, hearing as her own breathing accelerates.
".Cyndel!" A faint voice called.
Cyndel swung her body around to the wall, slapping her palms against it.
"Mamma!" she responded slamming her hands against the bricks.
Without wasting time, she turned back to searching for something to use.
"Im trying to get through a gap in the wall, just hold on!" she called, her hands rummaging around the cell for anything solid, all she could find were several femur bones.
Bitting her bottom lip she reached her arm out grasped a hold of one, pulling it from the pile she dragging in across the ground and adjacent to the wall.
Grabbing it with both hand she pressed the knuckle into the gap.
Stopping she took in a breath staring down at the femur in her hands, trying to hold her wits about her she knelt her side against the wall with her legs folded beside her bottom
Hastily and roughly she grated the femurs knuckle up down the gap, she knew it would take a while to get through, especially since the femur was grating faster than the gap.
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Poetry walked along the wall urgently, feeling her way around the brick wall trying to find any loose ones she could perhaps push through.
She froze when she heard the sound of scraping, it sounded like a cat scratching at a door wanting to get inside urgently.
"Cyndel, Cyndel what are you trying to do?" Poetry urged, holding her breath whilst she listened for a reply.
"Im trying to get through the gap" Cyndel's faint voice answered the scraping sound continuous.
Poetry searched the wall up and down analysing it briefly; she then turned around searching for something to use herself throwing herself to the ground she crawled around on her hands and knees.
However, she could only find shattered fragments of bone, and a small child sized skull.
Stopping before the skull she swallowed down the slight nausea in her throat.
Clenching her back teeth together she reached over slipping her fingers into the eye sockets or the skull and lifted it up, as quickly as possible she threw it at the wall to get it away from her, as soon as it left her fingers she blocked her ears with her palms.
On impact with the brick, the fragile aged skull broke into several parts falling to the ground.
She jumped at the pieces snatching a long section of jaw with her hand, crawling closer to the wall she began work at the largest gap she could find, the bone just strong enough to do the job.
"Please, please don't break on me" she begged to the jaw fragment in her grasp.
Poetry did her best to hold her tears, but in this situation, she could not hold them in for long, feeling them rise from her chest and into her throat.
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Rubbing his chin the surgeon carefully scrutinised the pattern of beats emitting from the heart monitor.
His nose twitches slightly as his purple lips pressed together.
"Its satisfactory, she requires rest as of now. you can take her back to her cell whenever the master wishes" the surgeon remarked, walking away from the heart monitor to return to his duties.
The guard who had been waiting nodded; uncrossing his arms impatiently, he strode up to the bed.
Casually glancing down at Isabelle's pail and bruised face, she was still dressed in the same clothing from when she arrived, the surgery done roughly without consideration for her welfare.
Unconcerned he slipped his arms beneath her limp body, cradling her in his large arms as he had before, he was getting sick of carrying this girl around constantly.
Without considering the cords still attached to her body such as the IV and facemask, he walked away from the bed letting the wires snap and stretch from its allocated machine.
"That is delicate equipment you moreon, just watch if I ever get you on a bed in here ill give you a once over" a doctor cursed, jogging over to the bed to salvage the still intact wires.
The guard turned to the doctor who made the comment.
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction doc" his voice rattled, remembering that he had to locate Isabelle's cell again which could be anywhere, so he transferred his attension back to that as he headed for the exit.
Isabelle limp and lifeless body hanging over his forearms arms, her inner thighs hosing several cuts from the surgical procedure.
The doctor turned to answer him just as the guard left closing the door behind him, sniggering violently the doctor returned to the snapped wires.
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"Did you feel that?" Goku asked, quickly jumping to his feet.
Vegeta had felt the surge too, after Gokus question he huffed nasally with disinterest.
"Yes, what of it" he asked tediously out aloud looking away from the wall.
Goku ignored Vegetas tone, he knew had just felt Bongos power explode and then suddenly dampen.
"Kami, I don't know what's going on in there but we have to get out of here Vegeta" Goku regimented through the wall; walking around the room he felt his fingertips against the strange impenetrable walls. Goku shook his head frustrated.
"What is the freaking wall made of Vegeta!" he demanded, aggravated he slammed his fist against it only causing himself pain.
Vegeta snorted at Gokus question, standing up from the floor slowly he looked up toward the ventilation duct.
"Your so ignorant Kackarot.it a rock alloyed called seckol" he educated then started to pace around his cell, much as Goku was.
Both sayajins striding blindly along the seckol walls, Vegeta had the entire time been trying to find a solution to the problem of escape, frustrated from being around the material for years and not known its weaknesses.
"Dammit Kackarot I cant think!" He finally shouted with frustration, reaching up he grasped fists full of his hair more than ready to rip them out.
Goku stopped pacing to listen, stepping closer to the wall.
"What did that son of a bitch do to me, he took half my strength from me and, and why am I unable to process anything" he asked himself, staring down at his hand held out in front of him, as though he had never seen them before.
Growling with his teeth bared, squatted down burying his face in his hands he continued cursing.
Goku was also having trouble, his eyes were blink constantly non stop from a nervous twitch, and also his mind was slow to process thoughts
"It was that, that ball that he was holding, you know that one that he held up at all of us before it all went blank" Goku told Vegeta, slowly remembering the scene in his head, holding off Vegetas blast and then the feeling of having his blood drained from his like a hole had been drilled through him.
Resting his forehead against the wall he breathed slowly, feeling dizzy and off balance.
Vegeta slowly lifted his face from his palms, his eyes and mouth rigid.
"Yes. " he uttered inaudibly at the floor.
Goku lifted his forehead from the wall.
"What?" he asked.
"That thing, I know what it is and I know what it did to us!" Vegeta yelled standing up right away.
Goku leaned his cheek against the wall to listen
"The force hunter, Frieza used to have one before he became powerful" he said then paused.
"It drains away the living essence of an individual, which is why we are loosing out will to fight back, and the ability to think strait" he clarified, looking up he twirling on his feet scrutinised the ceiling.
"Is that why we haven't been able to come up with a way to get out of here?" Goku inquired naively, his eyes blinking tightly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, but knew it was the orbs work.
"Yes, that is why" he confirmed for Goku.
Vegeta did not know why his mind had recovered faster than Gokus, also his strength was returning and the blood was flowing again from his pumping heart before his sayajin counterparts.
Perhaps the super sayajin transformation had given him more strength to combat the effects of the force hunter's power, or it could be the sayajins ability to become stronger after injury. Whatever it was he knew it would not be enough to escape from here, it would take days, perhaps weeks for Goku to have the ability to transform again, he also needed the same amount of time to recover.
"I hate to tell you this Kackarot, but all we can do not is wait" Vegeta notified his neighbour, strolling to the wall away from Gokus cell he took this as a perfect opportunity to sleep.
Before closing his eyelids, he glanced over to the pile of bones in the corner, he could not tell who the few skulls belonged to specifically, but he was thankful to be in the company of great ones.
Even if they were no more.
In his cell, Goku slowly slipped down the wall and turned himself onto his back, heavily leaning against the thick seckol wall.
He sighed out aloud, Gohan, Krillin, Bongo, Piccolo, the girls and Vegeta..
*Ill find a way, ill find a way to get you all out of here, but I need time, I cant do this now no matter how hard I try* he said frustrated to himself, sliding his fingers over his frustrated fluttering eyelids, the whole of his eye sockets were aching and weary.
Anger then entered his heart behind the yearning for his companions.
Tempo, all the months of training taken away in an instant by a single glass orb, it was a fury to think about for Goku.
"You have a short time to keep us here Tempo, your making a big mistake if you think you have us one" he whispered through his bared teeth, tiny beads of sweat closely balling together around his eyes and forehead.
Vegeta had felt the room growing colder as time passed knitting his arms closer to his body, years of space travel had educated him to know that they were drifting farther from the sun and earth.
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THANNKYOU FOR READING THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE REVIEW FOR ME!
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Chapter 27: Some answers realised.
Her nails were scratching into the gap between the bricks, her dell was not made of the strong material that Vegeta and Gokus was.
Cyndel's fingers were close to bleeding the skin beneath her fingernails dry and cracking, yet she continued to scratch and scrape into the grainy gap between two large bricks.
Her face stained with dry tears.
"Mamma!" She called out; looking up at the ventilation duct above her, she could scarcely hear the response but knew her mother was in the next cell.
When the guards forced them into the cells, first was Poetry inside of hers; Cyndel saw this when wrestled into the cell next door.
Tunnelling like this was useless, she had to find a better way through the two-inch wide crack.
Propped up on her knees she searched the ground around her for anything, all she could see were the bones of old prisoners tucked against the darkened corners.
For moments, she could not turn away from the pallid shapes, hearing as her own breathing accelerates.
".Cyndel!" A faint voice called.
Cyndel swung her body around to the wall, slapping her palms against it.
"Mamma!" she responded slamming her hands against the bricks.
Without wasting time, she turned back to searching for something to use.
"Im trying to get through a gap in the wall, just hold on!" she called, her hands rummaging around the cell for anything solid, all she could find were several femur bones.
Bitting her bottom lip she reached her arm out grasped a hold of one, pulling it from the pile she dragging in across the ground and adjacent to the wall.
Grabbing it with both hand she pressed the knuckle into the gap.
Stopping she took in a breath staring down at the femur in her hands, trying to hold her wits about her she knelt her side against the wall with her legs folded beside her bottom
Hastily and roughly she grated the femurs knuckle up down the gap, she knew it would take a while to get through, especially since the femur was grating faster than the gap.
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Poetry walked along the wall urgently, feeling her way around the brick wall trying to find any loose ones she could perhaps push through.
She froze when she heard the sound of scraping, it sounded like a cat scratching at a door wanting to get inside urgently.
"Cyndel, Cyndel what are you trying to do?" Poetry urged, holding her breath whilst she listened for a reply.
"Im trying to get through the gap" Cyndel's faint voice answered the scraping sound continuous.
Poetry searched the wall up and down analysing it briefly; she then turned around searching for something to use herself throwing herself to the ground she crawled around on her hands and knees.
However, she could only find shattered fragments of bone, and a small child sized skull.
Stopping before the skull she swallowed down the slight nausea in her throat.
Clenching her back teeth together she reached over slipping her fingers into the eye sockets or the skull and lifted it up, as quickly as possible she threw it at the wall to get it away from her, as soon as it left her fingers she blocked her ears with her palms.
On impact with the brick, the fragile aged skull broke into several parts falling to the ground.
She jumped at the pieces snatching a long section of jaw with her hand, crawling closer to the wall she began work at the largest gap she could find, the bone just strong enough to do the job.
"Please, please don't break on me" she begged to the jaw fragment in her grasp.
Poetry did her best to hold her tears, but in this situation, she could not hold them in for long, feeling them rise from her chest and into her throat.
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Rubbing his chin the surgeon carefully scrutinised the pattern of beats emitting from the heart monitor.
His nose twitches slightly as his purple lips pressed together.
"Its satisfactory, she requires rest as of now. you can take her back to her cell whenever the master wishes" the surgeon remarked, walking away from the heart monitor to return to his duties.
The guard who had been waiting nodded; uncrossing his arms impatiently, he strode up to the bed.
Casually glancing down at Isabelle's pail and bruised face, she was still dressed in the same clothing from when she arrived, the surgery done roughly without consideration for her welfare.
Unconcerned he slipped his arms beneath her limp body, cradling her in his large arms as he had before, he was getting sick of carrying this girl around constantly.
Without considering the cords still attached to her body such as the IV and facemask, he walked away from the bed letting the wires snap and stretch from its allocated machine.
"That is delicate equipment you moreon, just watch if I ever get you on a bed in here ill give you a once over" a doctor cursed, jogging over to the bed to salvage the still intact wires.
The guard turned to the doctor who made the comment.
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction doc" his voice rattled, remembering that he had to locate Isabelle's cell again which could be anywhere, so he transferred his attension back to that as he headed for the exit.
Isabelle limp and lifeless body hanging over his forearms arms, her inner thighs hosing several cuts from the surgical procedure.
The doctor turned to answer him just as the guard left closing the door behind him, sniggering violently the doctor returned to the snapped wires.
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"Did you feel that?" Goku asked, quickly jumping to his feet.
Vegeta had felt the surge too, after Gokus question he huffed nasally with disinterest.
"Yes, what of it" he asked tediously out aloud looking away from the wall.
Goku ignored Vegetas tone, he knew had just felt Bongos power explode and then suddenly dampen.
"Kami, I don't know what's going on in there but we have to get out of here Vegeta" Goku regimented through the wall; walking around the room he felt his fingertips against the strange impenetrable walls. Goku shook his head frustrated.
"What is the freaking wall made of Vegeta!" he demanded, aggravated he slammed his fist against it only causing himself pain.
Vegeta snorted at Gokus question, standing up from the floor slowly he looked up toward the ventilation duct.
"Your so ignorant Kackarot.it a rock alloyed called seckol" he educated then started to pace around his cell, much as Goku was.
Both sayajins striding blindly along the seckol walls, Vegeta had the entire time been trying to find a solution to the problem of escape, frustrated from being around the material for years and not known its weaknesses.
"Dammit Kackarot I cant think!" He finally shouted with frustration, reaching up he grasped fists full of his hair more than ready to rip them out.
Goku stopped pacing to listen, stepping closer to the wall.
"What did that son of a bitch do to me, he took half my strength from me and, and why am I unable to process anything" he asked himself, staring down at his hand held out in front of him, as though he had never seen them before.
Growling with his teeth bared, squatted down burying his face in his hands he continued cursing.
Goku was also having trouble, his eyes were blink constantly non stop from a nervous twitch, and also his mind was slow to process thoughts
"It was that, that ball that he was holding, you know that one that he held up at all of us before it all went blank" Goku told Vegeta, slowly remembering the scene in his head, holding off Vegetas blast and then the feeling of having his blood drained from his like a hole had been drilled through him.
Resting his forehead against the wall he breathed slowly, feeling dizzy and off balance.
Vegeta slowly lifted his face from his palms, his eyes and mouth rigid.
"Yes. " he uttered inaudibly at the floor.
Goku lifted his forehead from the wall.
"What?" he asked.
"That thing, I know what it is and I know what it did to us!" Vegeta yelled standing up right away.
Goku leaned his cheek against the wall to listen
"The force hunter, Frieza used to have one before he became powerful" he said then paused.
"It drains away the living essence of an individual, which is why we are loosing out will to fight back, and the ability to think strait" he clarified, looking up he twirling on his feet scrutinised the ceiling.
"Is that why we haven't been able to come up with a way to get out of here?" Goku inquired naively, his eyes blinking tightly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, but knew it was the orbs work.
"Yes, that is why" he confirmed for Goku.
Vegeta did not know why his mind had recovered faster than Gokus, also his strength was returning and the blood was flowing again from his pumping heart before his sayajin counterparts.
Perhaps the super sayajin transformation had given him more strength to combat the effects of the force hunter's power, or it could be the sayajins ability to become stronger after injury. Whatever it was he knew it would not be enough to escape from here, it would take days, perhaps weeks for Goku to have the ability to transform again, he also needed the same amount of time to recover.
"I hate to tell you this Kackarot, but all we can do not is wait" Vegeta notified his neighbour, strolling to the wall away from Gokus cell he took this as a perfect opportunity to sleep.
Before closing his eyelids, he glanced over to the pile of bones in the corner, he could not tell who the few skulls belonged to specifically, but he was thankful to be in the company of great ones.
Even if they were no more.
In his cell, Goku slowly slipped down the wall and turned himself onto his back, heavily leaning against the thick seckol wall.
He sighed out aloud, Gohan, Krillin, Bongo, Piccolo, the girls and Vegeta..
*Ill find a way, ill find a way to get you all out of here, but I need time, I cant do this now no matter how hard I try* he said frustrated to himself, sliding his fingers over his frustrated fluttering eyelids, the whole of his eye sockets were aching and weary.
Anger then entered his heart behind the yearning for his companions.
Tempo, all the months of training taken away in an instant by a single glass orb, it was a fury to think about for Goku.
"You have a short time to keep us here Tempo, your making a big mistake if you think you have us one" he whispered through his bared teeth, tiny beads of sweat closely balling together around his eyes and forehead.
Vegeta had felt the room growing colder as time passed knitting his arms closer to his body, years of space travel had educated him to know that they were drifting farther from the sun and earth.
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THANNKYOU FOR READING THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE REVIEW FOR ME!
