Chapter 8
80% of the world's population had died in just a few days. Majin Buu had originally been only killing lightly on Babidi's behalf, but in the end Buu turned on Babidi. Free of the wizard's shackles, Buu proceeded to begin ripping the cities of Earth to shreds. What was left of the world was beaten and ravaged.
Thorn stood on a rooftop, looking down on the streets, which were still busy. The people, despite the horrors of Majin Buu and the outbreak of anarchy in the more damaged cities still pushed on with their everyday life. And now they had hope...a day ago, Hercule bravely charged to Majin Buu's home to destroy the monster just as he had done to Cell. Though they were yet to hear from the World Martial Arts Champion, they all believed in their savior.
But there was no rescuing Thorn from the new wave of depression he had entered. He looked down at his wrists, which were open and freely bleeding, and he laughed masochistically. Becky was gone. He had not bothered to return to the orphanage. She was the good he had seen in the human race. She was the reason he saved Bill. She was the reason he lived. Now that she was gone, the world was as good as over for him. He didn't fear Majin Buu, or anything for that matter. If a strong wind came, he would be blown off the edge of the rooftop and he would die. He would welcome death. He had not taken his own life when Buu's rampage first began because to him, heaven was there on Earth with Becky. Now it was somewhere beyond. He tilted his head upward, turning his eyes to the sky, blood dripping down to the street below.
"Are you up there Becky?" He shook his head and closed his eyes, which were already wet with fresh tears for her. Was there anything up in the damn sky? A God, a Kai, anything? He looked up angrily.
To his suprise, something far in the heavens responded. Billions of pink pinpricks of light appeared and hovered menacingly there like a thousand released balloons. Thorn eyed them curiously as they grew steadily larger and closer. Suddenly a wave of fear and sickness swept over him. They were no fireworks, not a freak rainstorm. He dove for cover grasping onto a gutter, and the first of the beams narrowly missed him and slammed into the building, blasting the window open and shaking the foundations.
A million of the same would follow suit, but none other missed it's marked. Thorn watched as each and every man, woman, and child, was impaled through the heart by each beam.
"Look, fireworks!" One smiled and pointed to the sky before a beam pierced her throat, spraying the ground with blood. Another man tryed to cover his little boy, and a blast seared it's way through his back. He cryed out in pain, and another beam incinerated his head and proceeded to totally liquefy the child's body. Thorn gasped. It was a rain of chaos. Person after person was impaled by the blasts. Some would squirm a few minutes, some would scream in horror, watching as their hot blood spilled out of the newly made holes in their chests. Some wouldn't even know what hit them and just collapse in a heap. The sky flashed over and over again with each new death claimed. Explosions rocked the landscape and the city fell into ruin with each impact. Thorn shut his eyes for what seemed like hours. He walked down from the rooftop and into the street.
It was empty. Everything was empty. He was the only one left alive. Everything was dead. Corpses littered the street. Cars were swerved to the side, or crashed right into buildings with the passengers newly dead and collapsed over. Thorn found it difficult to walk, weakly down the street, without stepping in some young child's remains or trudging over the skull of an old classmate of his. He looked at the sky in rage. Why did the fucking beam miss him? Why did he have to live to see everyone dead. He threw his arms back and screamed in agony, his cry ringing through the ruined city, falling to his knees, sobbing profusely. All was silent.
80% of the world's population had died in just a few days. Majin Buu had originally been only killing lightly on Babidi's behalf, but in the end Buu turned on Babidi. Free of the wizard's shackles, Buu proceeded to begin ripping the cities of Earth to shreds. What was left of the world was beaten and ravaged.
Thorn stood on a rooftop, looking down on the streets, which were still busy. The people, despite the horrors of Majin Buu and the outbreak of anarchy in the more damaged cities still pushed on with their everyday life. And now they had hope...a day ago, Hercule bravely charged to Majin Buu's home to destroy the monster just as he had done to Cell. Though they were yet to hear from the World Martial Arts Champion, they all believed in their savior.
But there was no rescuing Thorn from the new wave of depression he had entered. He looked down at his wrists, which were open and freely bleeding, and he laughed masochistically. Becky was gone. He had not bothered to return to the orphanage. She was the good he had seen in the human race. She was the reason he saved Bill. She was the reason he lived. Now that she was gone, the world was as good as over for him. He didn't fear Majin Buu, or anything for that matter. If a strong wind came, he would be blown off the edge of the rooftop and he would die. He would welcome death. He had not taken his own life when Buu's rampage first began because to him, heaven was there on Earth with Becky. Now it was somewhere beyond. He tilted his head upward, turning his eyes to the sky, blood dripping down to the street below.
"Are you up there Becky?" He shook his head and closed his eyes, which were already wet with fresh tears for her. Was there anything up in the damn sky? A God, a Kai, anything? He looked up angrily.
To his suprise, something far in the heavens responded. Billions of pink pinpricks of light appeared and hovered menacingly there like a thousand released balloons. Thorn eyed them curiously as they grew steadily larger and closer. Suddenly a wave of fear and sickness swept over him. They were no fireworks, not a freak rainstorm. He dove for cover grasping onto a gutter, and the first of the beams narrowly missed him and slammed into the building, blasting the window open and shaking the foundations.
A million of the same would follow suit, but none other missed it's marked. Thorn watched as each and every man, woman, and child, was impaled through the heart by each beam.
"Look, fireworks!" One smiled and pointed to the sky before a beam pierced her throat, spraying the ground with blood. Another man tryed to cover his little boy, and a blast seared it's way through his back. He cryed out in pain, and another beam incinerated his head and proceeded to totally liquefy the child's body. Thorn gasped. It was a rain of chaos. Person after person was impaled by the blasts. Some would squirm a few minutes, some would scream in horror, watching as their hot blood spilled out of the newly made holes in their chests. Some wouldn't even know what hit them and just collapse in a heap. The sky flashed over and over again with each new death claimed. Explosions rocked the landscape and the city fell into ruin with each impact. Thorn shut his eyes for what seemed like hours. He walked down from the rooftop and into the street.
It was empty. Everything was empty. He was the only one left alive. Everything was dead. Corpses littered the street. Cars were swerved to the side, or crashed right into buildings with the passengers newly dead and collapsed over. Thorn found it difficult to walk, weakly down the street, without stepping in some young child's remains or trudging over the skull of an old classmate of his. He looked at the sky in rage. Why did the fucking beam miss him? Why did he have to live to see everyone dead. He threw his arms back and screamed in agony, his cry ringing through the ruined city, falling to his knees, sobbing profusely. All was silent.