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Julian1: sorry, that review just didn't have the same fear affect :P
A Different Future
Chapter 17 – Mind Games part 2
18 watched Trunks closely. How long was he there? A month? A month of 17 toying with the boy. A month. A month her daughter spent without her friend.
"Hey."
She looked up, rather surprised. If 17 wasn't torturing Trunks, he'd usually go blow something up. So why did he approach her?
"You seem like you got a lot on your mind."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Hm. Here?"
"What's this?"
She looked quite curiously at the small pink box he gave her. A beautiful doll was inside.
"It's for her birthday."
18 nodded silently.
"So… how's it going with him?"
She had to change the subject. He didn't mind.
"He's a stubborn one all right, I'll give him that. But he's starting to break down. Won't be much longer now."
The blonde had to feel better. The sooner he'd break, the sooner he'd get back to Marron.
"Well, gotta go now."
"Yeah… see ya."
And she returned to looking out the window.
"Now… how will I get what I wanted for her?"
The school was gone. Quite a while ago, actually. It was too much for him. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be among family and friends, REAL family and friends, where he knew everyone and everything. Home.
"Oh, I'm insulted. What's the matter, you don't like it here?"
He tried to fight it. He really did. But too much drugs, too much abuse, too much frustrations… too little care. It broke him. Simply as that. After all, humans were fragile beings. There was a limit to how much torture one could take before he'd lose it. However, there was still one part of him that was merely cracked. That's why he was still there.
"You know whose fault this is, don't you?"
"Yours."
"No no no no no. My dear boy, how long before you realize it? I am your savior."
Trunks winced as an electric charge ravaged his broken body. But he wouldn't scream. He had no voice to do so.
"Hm. No comment? But you know why you're really here."
"Because… you have… waaaay too much time on your hands?"
Another electro-shock.
"Hm… that was partially right. But try again. I'll give you a hint- he's to blame for your existence."
The boy chuckled.
"Kami?"
Now, he screamed.
"Cynical, aren't we? Just like daddy dear."
Trunks felt his anger rise.
"Don't you talk about my father!"
"Oh, it's alive! And it talks!"
"You don't know anything about him!"
"I know more than you do."
Which was probably true, Trunks realized.
"How do you know what he looks like? The news. How do you know what he sounds like? The news. How do you know he knows you exist? You don't."
Trunks's rage grew, but as he found out, not towards the voice. Towards his father.
"How do you know his cause is just?"
"My mother."
"Of course. What wife would want to believe her husband's wrong? Oh, my bad, forgot they're not married."
"Shut up."
"Is that why he's never around? Or is he just busy allegedly saving the world?"
"Stop it."
17 had to smirk. It was too much fun.
"Or is it just because that he hates your mom? And you? Otherwise, what kind of a husband and father would…"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE F*CK UP!"
Drugged or not, Trunks powered up so much from his anger, causing the entire room to explode. 18 walked by like nothing happened, dusting herself.
"Nice bam."
17 couldn't get the smirk off of his face.
"He's ready."
A/N: sorry about a short chappie =_= but… at least I updated, ne? :D um, yeah… I'll keep telling that to myself =_=
