Instruments in Tune: Invasion

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Chapter 28:

She was alive; he could feel it emanating from his mind to the e tips of his fingers.

Bongo knew it too, and they were both sitting there as if in anticipation, anticipation that she would die any second now, that the warm sensation of her ki would vanish.

Bongo couldn't look at him, couldn't look at his brother who had betrayed his trust.

They both rested opposite one another against the walls, Bongo pitilessly leaving Piccolo to lick his wounds alone, he has his own to cultivate to now, his wife and only daughter were fearful and he could feel it twisting around in his stomach, making him nauseous if a namek could ever be nauseous.

Piccolo's wounds healed gradually, those took hours but the tremendous guilt he felt coming from somewhere inside would never go away, for his own satisfaction he had condemned Isabelle to suffering, he knew it was wrong for it to take place at such a dangerous time.

~Clang, clang~

A blunt metal object was tapping against the glass door of the cell, neither namekian bothered to look up.

"All right inmates." a new voice announced, clear with a fluent tone.

They both heard a set of keys being rattled around then pushed into the door, this made Bongo look up to see who was entering, his previously tear stained cheeks now clean and dry.

The door swung open inwardly, and into the dark cell stepped an individual dressed in uniform, Bongos keen eyesight in the dark allowed him to see clearly who had come inside, it was defiantly some kind of guard.

He shunned his eyes with his hand when the guard shun a bright white torch onto his face.

After a moment, he switched shinning the torch over Piccolo who was absorbed with staring at the floor.

"You two have had enough fun trying to kill each other I gather?" he inquired smugly, pointing the torch back at Bongo.

"I have been instructed to be your trainers in the time before we arrive on the ice -jinn home world" he began explaining, walking further into the cell.

As he came closer, Bongo could see that he was more than just a guard, he was some kind of soldier as well, judging by the patterns on his uniform he appeared to be a lieutenant.

"Now I am going to make this perfectly clear to you both, I hate you, and you are both going to hate Me." he said, pacing up and down the cell between the two nameks.

"Stand up worthless trash" he shouted shinning the bright torch into Bongos eyes.

Bongo growled, hesitant at first but did as ordered, standing up against the wall with his eyes covered.

"What are you instructing us for?" he asked, trying to avoid the bright light.

The lieutenant walked straight up to him, ripping Bongo hand away from his eyes, forcing him to look at the torch.

"Training you for your performance on your day of 'execution'" he emphasised the last word, releasing Bongo hand as though it were burning coals.

Piccolo appeared to be spaced out where he sat, but was very aware of what the lieutenant had explained to Bongo, and knew it would be execution style when they got there.

"You scum are responsible for the death of Frieza, so now you will pay the consequences with your worthless lives" he uttered, stepping away from Bongo and toward Piccolo.

Piccolo onto singed through his teeth when the lieutenant slammed his heavy boot against Piccolo's exposed hip wound.

"Get the fuck up," The lieutenant demanded angrily, kicking Piccolo again.

Slowly Piccolo got to one knee and managed to push himself up onto his feet to lean against the wall, his eyes shut tightly from the bright painful light.

"You in particular I am going to enjoy breaking until you don't have a drop or fluid left to sweat!" she snapped inches from Piccolos face, the torch light pressed against Piccolo's temple.

Piccolo did not answer, only letting the lieutenant taunt him with hateful remarks and deadly insults, hardly any of the words were taken in by Piccolo as his mind floated elsewhere.

"Your ass won't make it through a day when I start breaking you" backing away he looked at Piccolo with deep disgust.

"Get plenty of that meditation in the next 15 minutes nameks, it will be your last occasion to do so," he explained with a calmer tone, switching off the torch he walked back toward the cell entrance.

"Oh, I forgot to mention" he said stopping in the doorway and turning around.

Both Bongo and Piccolo still stand up against the walls as ordered.

"Which of you is Piccolo?" he asked switching his torch back on, shining over both of them.

Bongo casually glanced up at Piccolo, seeing his ender brother make no effort to answer.

The lieutenant spotted Bongo looking at Piccolo and smirked.

"You are it.". he said holding the light above him he pointing the light directly at Piccolo.

The lieutenant lifted the left corner of his lips, relaxing his eyes.

"Your woman had been screaming your name for the past hour, I just thought you would like to know she is 'perfectly' comfortable in her cell' " he uttered with contentment; he did enjoy torturing their weakened minds.

Piccolo's eyes widened, he swiftly turned to look at the lieutenant, shutting his eyes tightly from the bright light.

"Where is she!" he demanded, forcing him off the wall he stood rigidly on both legs trying to see past the blinding light.

The lieutenant chuckled.

"Don't worry, I will make sure she quiets down and doesn't disturb me any longer, your name is becoming increasingly hard to forget." he said with deep irritation, slowly he turned away to leave the room and Bongo stepped forward.

"Let me see her! damm you bastard let her come here into this cell so I can take care of her!" he demanded, stepping toward the soldier angrily and prepared to fight him.

The soldier easily subdued bongo with one twist of his torch in to the nameks direction, Bongo stumbled back shielding his eyes with his forearm.

"I doubt that will ever happened, so do not hold your breath for it, however.."he stopped and looked over at Piccolo.

"Lord Tempo did say that you were to have one visit with her, which I totally do not agree with" he stated his own opinion with a snarl.

Piccolo speed forward, his head bowed toward the ground but his eyes trying to focus with the lieutenant's torch.

"Now, I want to see her now" his voice rumble, his hand balling into fists, the lieutenant could hear Piccolo's staggering breath from the doorway and knew he had no strength left to fight him.

However, there was no sense if taking any risks.

"Have it your way, guard!" the soldier demanded, looking outside the doorway.

Piccolo felt eyes watching him and he turned slowly to find Bongo glaring at him.

Piccolo responded with a non-malice glare.

Bongo turned away from him with anger plastered over his face, Piccolo knew why but did not care at this point; he needed to see Isabelle now.

He turned around just as pair of guards came walking inside with the lieutenant waiting at the entrance.

Piccolo did not resist when the pair of large guards, each grasped a hold of one of his arms.

Piccolo hissed and groaned lightly from the extremely tight grin the guards had on his arms, and they were squeezing them tighter.

"Follow" the lieutenant ordered, walking away from the cell, his body language making it clear that he was agitated.

The guards lifted Piccolo up on the ground by his arms, causing him yet more pain; quickly they followed behind the lieutenant whilst the posted guard locked the door.

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After the hours of grating the gap between the walls had passed, they finally made it through.

"Mamma where are the others, where did they take aunt Isabelle?" Cyndel inquired calmly, her hand stretched through the gap and holding on tightly to Poetries.

Poetry placed her other hand over her and Cyndel's clutched hands.

"I don't know, I don't know but ti know they will find a way out of this, they know what they are doing" she reassure her daughter, though she found that Cyndel was surprisingly calm, compared to herself.

Cyndel bowed her head toward the dusty concrete floor, her breath blowing away the fine brown and white dust particles, careful to not breath them in she lifted her head up to take a breath.

She gasped out a load and turned toward the brick wall across from her.

She heard it again, it was the sound of footsteps, from what her keen ears could detect, and they were coming from the next cell.

Cyndel turned to the gap that her hand was wedged in.

"Mamma, don't move from here ill be right back" she said in a whisper through the crack.

"Where ear eyou going?" her mother questioned with urgency, unwilling to release Cyndel's hand.

"Just to the opposite wall, I promise ill be right back." she assured her; finally feeling her mothers fingers loosen from around her hand.

Cyndel turned to the opposite wall, pushing her messy blond and gold locks away from her face and eyes, watching the wall intently as she stood up slowly.

Licking her lips she didn't while approached the wall; her ears still hearing the meek sounds of scratching from shoes walking around over the concrete.

She reached the brick wall without a sound, bitting her lower lip as she listened to the footsteps come to an end, directly opposite her behind the thick bricks.

".Hello?" Cyndel inquired, her eyes looking at the ground listening for a response, for a long while she did not hear a single wavelength.

"H.. he..lo" a croaky, raspy voice responded with hesitation.

Cyndel placed her hands against the wall, her heart thumping.

"Hello, im Cyndel, what's your name in there?" Cyndel inquires, her eyes mind focused on capturing the next wavelength.

"c..cynd..el.." The raspy yet young voice paraphrased in return.

Cyndel licked her lips.

"Yes that's my name, what's your name. Your name?" She urged them.

The sound of the voice was certainly female, but it sounded like she has laryngitis or a throat full of dust when she spoke.

There came no answer from the voice, Cyndel began growing concerned, she wanted to know how long this person beside them had been here.

"Are you still there, please answer me. How long have you been here?" the young half namekian girl urged through the wall, her hands against the cold hard bricks.

"t..too lo..ng" the female stranger responded with deep sadness slerging from her throat.

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