The Legend of the Neophalie
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
I was suddenly aware of pain flooding through my system. As I clawed upwards from the depths of unconsciousness I became more and more aware of the damage done to my body. Each scream of pain seemed to be trying to outdo the last in its severity. After some concentration I was able to ease my eyes open and look about me. But I was too weak, and the images were to bleary to comprehend. I closed my eyes again and fought against the growing nausea and the desires to slip back into the bliss of unconsciousness. A lifetime later I became aware of noises near me, it sounded like footsteps. Suddenly an explosion of pain rock through me as someone kicked me. As I clutched my side, I was dimly aware of another noise, sounded like a voice. And then I was being lifted, something clutching my throat. After a second I was shook and thrown smashing down into the ground. I bit back a cry as I felt one of my ribs snap.
Sometime later I was awake again. The pain was still there but I had recovered enough energy to start thinking. The ground on which I lay was cold, like the material which Thyloch's ship had been built. I must be in the alien ship! I felt anger flow through me, given fuel by the shame I felt at being captured. How dare they try and take me alive! They would live to regret that. After a couple of seconds I calmed myself. I was in no shape yet to try and get up and start fighting, I would have to heal first. With that thought in mind I let my body slip unconscious again.
I was forced awake again by the kick into my side, I felt being lifted again and anger giving me strength I lashed forward with my tail, eyes opening at the same second. Before I could focus on anything I was thrown backwards, my back smashing into the wall. As I sank to the ground another blow crashed into my midriff, hitting me into the air before I fell down hard on the ground. Lifting my head I managed to open an eye and stare at the bodies coming towards. The next second I was knocked unconscious.
I was forced awake by the same procedure some time later but this time I kept still and was thrown back to the ground. As I lay there anger pumping through me, an idea formed in my head. From then on I stayed motionless through all, letting my body lie limp and motionless at all times. My idea was to build up my strength, while pretending to be weak. It was an idea which severely hurt my pride to do. A warrior did not pretend or hide, a warrior fought openly. But I was placated by images of the destruction that I was going to bring on this ship and its crew. As I continued to gain strength I became more aware of my surroundings. Though I didn't open my eyes using my nose and ears I managed to discover that there was only one other body in this room. One tiny glance showed me a picture which I stored in my mind. I was in a small circular room, lighted brilliantly by several lights in the ceiling. The one other body which I had smelled was at the opposite side of the room, beside what looked like a door. I was eager to go forward, to attack him. But something held me back, a feeling that I wasn't ready yet, that this wasn't the time. In the meantime I concentrated on my power, feeling as it grey inside me and as my body stopped screaming out at me. My blood had a healing quality to it, I was able to recover wounds quickly, muscle and bone were able to be rebuilt over a relatively short time. A couple of days later I finally made my move. For the last couple of hour I had felt my full power return and then grow larger. My power had grown after the last fight. In a movement which I was now used to, a foot nudged my body to see if I was awake. As he moved down I tensed my muscles and then leaped forward, my legs pushing against the walls of the room. The man fell to his knee's after receiving my shoulder to his gut. Rising quickly I took one glance about me before slamming a fist into the chest of the warrior to my right and kicked with my might into his knee. There was a cracking sound, and at the same time I heard a blade unsheathed behind me. Quickly turning I was able to duck under the swipe and in the same second slash at his hand with my tail. As he grabbed the bleeding stump I unsheathed the claws in my paws and leaped forward. In close combat I cut open his face and neck with a couple of swipes. I stood for a moment, overcome the joy of the moment. My blood was pumping and with it a desire and a hunger for battle. Every sense seemed to hone itself and I could feel my power flowing with my blood. Turning round on one foot, the other already swinging in a kick, which I smashed into the back of the first warrior. As he fell forward I sank my teeth into the side of his throat ripping out a mouthful of blood and flesh. The next second the second guard threw himself into me hitting me against the wall of the room. As he started to get up I punched my paws with all their force into his gut, claws outstretched. He let loose a strangled cry as they sank into his flesh. Retracting them, I rolled out from under his quickly as his gut opened up, the contents spilling out. Moving my head up I quickly scanned the room to see if there was anyone else.
As soon as I was certain I moved forward towards the door. As I ran I looked down at my body for the first time, noticing my clothes were heavily bloodstained and large holes were ripped in places. The strange black blood of the aliens ran down my body mixing with the red blood in my garments. I kicked the door but only caused a dent, in its black material. I concentrated on the power inside me, until I was nearly at my full power. This time I levelled the door and moved out into the corridor which was also black and had many wires dangling down from the ceiling. The floor was same material and looked a bit like a ladder, except the slats were much closer together so as to make it impossible for a foot to slip through. It didn't join with the walls, except left a large gap on either side. Below I see large dark shapes which looked a bit like what someone had called an engine in Thyloch's ship. There were lights intermittently between where I stood and the door at the end of the corridor. As I ran forward I saw several openings in the walls where the floor split off to other doors. I kept to my path though and as I neared the door it opened and a figure stepped out looking at something in his hand. My paws made no sound on the grill and he only noticed me a second before my kick smacked into his head. As he fell back I leaped on his chest. I was about to slice open his neck when I noticed he looked different than the others. For one he was much smaller and less well built. Secondly instead of a uniform he was bare-chested and only wore dirty white rags over his long snake like lower half. I gripped hold of his neck and growled
"How many soldiers are on this ship?" His reply was an unidentifiable blabber. After killing him I continued through the doorway anger at his inability to understand me. In preparation Thyloch had taught me Ulrach, the most common language. I was blessed with a memory that forgot little and so it had been easy to learn. But it seemed there were some who didn't know it which would make my job harder. The corridor I had entered looked similar to the first but after kicking down the door I entered in to a different kind of corridor. In this one the floor was flat like the walls and it reached all the way to the wall. There was a soldier at the end of it as well. As I ran forward he lifted his arm up and began to shoot at me from something attached to his wrist. As I glared forward I could see the blast moving forward, quickly, but not as quick as my eyes. Ducking my head I ran forward dodging from side to side along the passageway. The next second a blast singed my shoulder and as I looked up I saw two more had joined the guard from the open doorway behind him. A thought suddenly appeared in my head and responding to it immediately I stopped and raised both my paws up and powering up energy inside them shot it downwards towards the warriors. This time I noted that that they were small and that I could shoot a number of them quickly instead of the one large blast which I had used before. Making a mental note to experiment with the energy I leapt forward again after I had noticed my attacks stun the warriors. One had just managed to get to his feet by the time I reached them but it took me a short time to dispose of them, being that they had taken some injury from my attacks and that they were on the ground. I stepped into the doorway, sensing energy at the last minute and moving my arms in front of my face to block the energy.
The Sepanch stared into the shadow of the doorway unsure of where the alien was. Two of his lieutenants stepped forward and one was struck down as a green shadow smashed into him. His recon had found her on the edge of the big stone building, and inside lay the mangled bodies of his men. They had taken her back to extract some revenge and find out what kind of civilisation was on the planet. After the recon team he hadn't sent down anymore men in case there might be more aliens like her. One of his lieutenants checked on her every day to see if she had recovered enough for questioning. His last report had been that she was unresponsive, barely alive he had said. She seemed to be full of life now. Drawing a long broadsword from the sheath on his leg he motioned his other two men to take her down. He would deliver the final blow he decided, just right for the leader of the pack to do. He expected to see her fall quickly, outnumbered four to one. But his other men were too slow in arriving, one had already fallen clutching a deep wound in his chest. One of the men running in slashed his blade at her, but what happened next was blocked by his other man. After another couple of seconds of frenzied movement one of his men buckled over and another was thrown into the wall. He watched amazed as she moved like a blur kicking and punching the last man until he was on his knees before she tore his throat open. He was shocked for a second at her power, how could she be so fast, it was impossible, he thought dazedly before springing forward himself, suddenly afraid for the first for his own safety. As he brought his blade down in a powerful stroke aimed at her neck, she managed to dodge and so his blade only sliced off a section of his shoulder. The next second he was moving backward desperately trying to ward off her blows with his sword. But it was too slow and she was much smaller than him. He winced as several of her blows drew blood. What kind of monster is this, he thought desperately as he attacks started to get faster. Suddenly she leaped up in the air and cracked her knee into his face. As he stumbled back something smashed into his stomach with gut wrenching force. He fell back on his back, dropping his sword in the process. Seconds later his face was inches away from hers. For the first time he had a clear view of it. Her face was small but one looked at her crazed green eyes and he felt his chest tighten in fear. The rest of her face dripped with blood, especially round her mouth, inside which she could see her pointed teeth already coated in blood. She started to growl something and he was shocked to hear that it was Ulrach. How did this savage know that? His understanding of it was poor but fear and desperation inspired his memory and he was barely able to understand her words.
"Are fifty more.. in other ship." In the last second of his life he saw her lips part for a half smile before everything went black.
Please leave your comments and reviews. That chapter was a little more gorey than the last.I hope you enjoyed it but if you didn't please tell me.
Thanks to Kelly Neptunus for reviewing- regarding your last review. This is set in the past so the Z fighter history is the same
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
I was suddenly aware of pain flooding through my system. As I clawed upwards from the depths of unconsciousness I became more and more aware of the damage done to my body. Each scream of pain seemed to be trying to outdo the last in its severity. After some concentration I was able to ease my eyes open and look about me. But I was too weak, and the images were to bleary to comprehend. I closed my eyes again and fought against the growing nausea and the desires to slip back into the bliss of unconsciousness. A lifetime later I became aware of noises near me, it sounded like footsteps. Suddenly an explosion of pain rock through me as someone kicked me. As I clutched my side, I was dimly aware of another noise, sounded like a voice. And then I was being lifted, something clutching my throat. After a second I was shook and thrown smashing down into the ground. I bit back a cry as I felt one of my ribs snap.
Sometime later I was awake again. The pain was still there but I had recovered enough energy to start thinking. The ground on which I lay was cold, like the material which Thyloch's ship had been built. I must be in the alien ship! I felt anger flow through me, given fuel by the shame I felt at being captured. How dare they try and take me alive! They would live to regret that. After a couple of seconds I calmed myself. I was in no shape yet to try and get up and start fighting, I would have to heal first. With that thought in mind I let my body slip unconscious again.
I was forced awake again by the kick into my side, I felt being lifted again and anger giving me strength I lashed forward with my tail, eyes opening at the same second. Before I could focus on anything I was thrown backwards, my back smashing into the wall. As I sank to the ground another blow crashed into my midriff, hitting me into the air before I fell down hard on the ground. Lifting my head I managed to open an eye and stare at the bodies coming towards. The next second I was knocked unconscious.
I was forced awake by the same procedure some time later but this time I kept still and was thrown back to the ground. As I lay there anger pumping through me, an idea formed in my head. From then on I stayed motionless through all, letting my body lie limp and motionless at all times. My idea was to build up my strength, while pretending to be weak. It was an idea which severely hurt my pride to do. A warrior did not pretend or hide, a warrior fought openly. But I was placated by images of the destruction that I was going to bring on this ship and its crew. As I continued to gain strength I became more aware of my surroundings. Though I didn't open my eyes using my nose and ears I managed to discover that there was only one other body in this room. One tiny glance showed me a picture which I stored in my mind. I was in a small circular room, lighted brilliantly by several lights in the ceiling. The one other body which I had smelled was at the opposite side of the room, beside what looked like a door. I was eager to go forward, to attack him. But something held me back, a feeling that I wasn't ready yet, that this wasn't the time. In the meantime I concentrated on my power, feeling as it grey inside me and as my body stopped screaming out at me. My blood had a healing quality to it, I was able to recover wounds quickly, muscle and bone were able to be rebuilt over a relatively short time. A couple of days later I finally made my move. For the last couple of hour I had felt my full power return and then grow larger. My power had grown after the last fight. In a movement which I was now used to, a foot nudged my body to see if I was awake. As he moved down I tensed my muscles and then leaped forward, my legs pushing against the walls of the room. The man fell to his knee's after receiving my shoulder to his gut. Rising quickly I took one glance about me before slamming a fist into the chest of the warrior to my right and kicked with my might into his knee. There was a cracking sound, and at the same time I heard a blade unsheathed behind me. Quickly turning I was able to duck under the swipe and in the same second slash at his hand with my tail. As he grabbed the bleeding stump I unsheathed the claws in my paws and leaped forward. In close combat I cut open his face and neck with a couple of swipes. I stood for a moment, overcome the joy of the moment. My blood was pumping and with it a desire and a hunger for battle. Every sense seemed to hone itself and I could feel my power flowing with my blood. Turning round on one foot, the other already swinging in a kick, which I smashed into the back of the first warrior. As he fell forward I sank my teeth into the side of his throat ripping out a mouthful of blood and flesh. The next second the second guard threw himself into me hitting me against the wall of the room. As he started to get up I punched my paws with all their force into his gut, claws outstretched. He let loose a strangled cry as they sank into his flesh. Retracting them, I rolled out from under his quickly as his gut opened up, the contents spilling out. Moving my head up I quickly scanned the room to see if there was anyone else.
As soon as I was certain I moved forward towards the door. As I ran I looked down at my body for the first time, noticing my clothes were heavily bloodstained and large holes were ripped in places. The strange black blood of the aliens ran down my body mixing with the red blood in my garments. I kicked the door but only caused a dent, in its black material. I concentrated on the power inside me, until I was nearly at my full power. This time I levelled the door and moved out into the corridor which was also black and had many wires dangling down from the ceiling. The floor was same material and looked a bit like a ladder, except the slats were much closer together so as to make it impossible for a foot to slip through. It didn't join with the walls, except left a large gap on either side. Below I see large dark shapes which looked a bit like what someone had called an engine in Thyloch's ship. There were lights intermittently between where I stood and the door at the end of the corridor. As I ran forward I saw several openings in the walls where the floor split off to other doors. I kept to my path though and as I neared the door it opened and a figure stepped out looking at something in his hand. My paws made no sound on the grill and he only noticed me a second before my kick smacked into his head. As he fell back I leaped on his chest. I was about to slice open his neck when I noticed he looked different than the others. For one he was much smaller and less well built. Secondly instead of a uniform he was bare-chested and only wore dirty white rags over his long snake like lower half. I gripped hold of his neck and growled
"How many soldiers are on this ship?" His reply was an unidentifiable blabber. After killing him I continued through the doorway anger at his inability to understand me. In preparation Thyloch had taught me Ulrach, the most common language. I was blessed with a memory that forgot little and so it had been easy to learn. But it seemed there were some who didn't know it which would make my job harder. The corridor I had entered looked similar to the first but after kicking down the door I entered in to a different kind of corridor. In this one the floor was flat like the walls and it reached all the way to the wall. There was a soldier at the end of it as well. As I ran forward he lifted his arm up and began to shoot at me from something attached to his wrist. As I glared forward I could see the blast moving forward, quickly, but not as quick as my eyes. Ducking my head I ran forward dodging from side to side along the passageway. The next second a blast singed my shoulder and as I looked up I saw two more had joined the guard from the open doorway behind him. A thought suddenly appeared in my head and responding to it immediately I stopped and raised both my paws up and powering up energy inside them shot it downwards towards the warriors. This time I noted that that they were small and that I could shoot a number of them quickly instead of the one large blast which I had used before. Making a mental note to experiment with the energy I leapt forward again after I had noticed my attacks stun the warriors. One had just managed to get to his feet by the time I reached them but it took me a short time to dispose of them, being that they had taken some injury from my attacks and that they were on the ground. I stepped into the doorway, sensing energy at the last minute and moving my arms in front of my face to block the energy.
The Sepanch stared into the shadow of the doorway unsure of where the alien was. Two of his lieutenants stepped forward and one was struck down as a green shadow smashed into him. His recon had found her on the edge of the big stone building, and inside lay the mangled bodies of his men. They had taken her back to extract some revenge and find out what kind of civilisation was on the planet. After the recon team he hadn't sent down anymore men in case there might be more aliens like her. One of his lieutenants checked on her every day to see if she had recovered enough for questioning. His last report had been that she was unresponsive, barely alive he had said. She seemed to be full of life now. Drawing a long broadsword from the sheath on his leg he motioned his other two men to take her down. He would deliver the final blow he decided, just right for the leader of the pack to do. He expected to see her fall quickly, outnumbered four to one. But his other men were too slow in arriving, one had already fallen clutching a deep wound in his chest. One of the men running in slashed his blade at her, but what happened next was blocked by his other man. After another couple of seconds of frenzied movement one of his men buckled over and another was thrown into the wall. He watched amazed as she moved like a blur kicking and punching the last man until he was on his knees before she tore his throat open. He was shocked for a second at her power, how could she be so fast, it was impossible, he thought dazedly before springing forward himself, suddenly afraid for the first for his own safety. As he brought his blade down in a powerful stroke aimed at her neck, she managed to dodge and so his blade only sliced off a section of his shoulder. The next second he was moving backward desperately trying to ward off her blows with his sword. But it was too slow and she was much smaller than him. He winced as several of her blows drew blood. What kind of monster is this, he thought desperately as he attacks started to get faster. Suddenly she leaped up in the air and cracked her knee into his face. As he stumbled back something smashed into his stomach with gut wrenching force. He fell back on his back, dropping his sword in the process. Seconds later his face was inches away from hers. For the first time he had a clear view of it. Her face was small but one looked at her crazed green eyes and he felt his chest tighten in fear. The rest of her face dripped with blood, especially round her mouth, inside which she could see her pointed teeth already coated in blood. She started to growl something and he was shocked to hear that it was Ulrach. How did this savage know that? His understanding of it was poor but fear and desperation inspired his memory and he was barely able to understand her words.
"Are fifty more.. in other ship." In the last second of his life he saw her lips part for a half smile before everything went black.
Please leave your comments and reviews. That chapter was a little more gorey than the last.I hope you enjoyed it but if you didn't please tell me.
Thanks to Kelly Neptunus for reviewing- regarding your last review. This is set in the past so the Z fighter history is the same