Since many people were upset when I deleted the chapters following this one, I decided to start up again and rewrite the ending. We shall see what happens... I want to thank Kelly for urging me to finish this story! This chapter's for you, Kelly.
I can't quite remember what happened after that...I must have passed out, having been exausted from the day's events. All I can recall is waking in the middle of the night, my eyes shooting open as I let out a scream of terror, my body being jolted into a sitting position. I had been having nightmares for awhile now...and I always seemed to come around just before the dream was at an end.
It bothered me, being pulled out of one emotion and into another so rapidly when I woke up. I wanted to end the dream, wanted to feel relief fill my body. Dreams can't hurt you, I told myself. Stop being stupid.
Shaken, I got to my feet wearily. My legs and arms hurt, my head was spinning. I looked around for 17, but discovered that I was much alone. My no account brother must have headed back for the Doctor's lab for some rest. Sighing heavily and tucking my hair behind my ears, I ignored the shaking in my legs and closed my eyes, preparing to use that oh-so-mighty-force that we android's had to get myself into the air.
It was no use. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, there wasn't a strand of energy left within my battered body. I needed a bath... The mere thought of rest was inviting, but I wasn't feeling very safe, standing in the middle of no where alone.
...Safe? When was the last time I had worried about being safe?
All I could think about was how much it hurt. How much pain I was in... I couldn't feel my body, I had gone totally numb. Then again...what was there to feel? Tears stung the corners of my eyes and I dropped to my knees, burrying my face in my hands as I sobbed. It was wrong, it was all wrong. Trunks was nothing to me, nothing! Why was I feeling this way? Why did I feel my face go hot each time I saw him, my cheeks tinting a light pink? Why did my heart skip and beat in strange patterns? Why had I showed such weakness in front of him?
But most of all...why hadn't he finished me off?
"I won't sink down to your level."
His voice rang through my head...I covered my ears, trying to block him out. But he just kept repeating those words over and over...over and over...
I was so tired...my body was racked with sobs, and I was out of breath. I was so foolish, so stupid, so arrogant, that I hadn't noticed when I had started caring for him...
My heart was his now. There was no two ways about it. I was in love with my enemy.
I could remember 17 watching television in the house of a young, recently married couple. Both husband and wife had fled from the house after I had knocked their front door from it's hinges--they had escaped out the basement window; I had watched them run after chasing them down the stairs to the dark room. My brother had turned on the television to entertain himself as I went through the woman's wardrobe, looking to see if she had had any fashion sense in her pretty little head. She hadn't. As he was flipping through the channels on the annoying machine, he landed on what appeared to be a dramatic soap opera. A lot like me, I realized now, the woman who had been sobbing on the screen was in love with her family's worst enemy.
I shook my head, clearing it of such nonsense. What was I thinking? Humans were foolish, living in their own little world, worrying about no one but themselves. Then again, I wasn't one to talk.
The tears, I was surprised to find, had stopped. Aside from the occasional sniffle, my cheeks were dry, my eyes red and puffy. I stood once more, noticing the sun peeking out from a large pile of rubble against the horizon. It was dawn, obviously. Knowing 17 wouldn't be worried about me, I pulled my jacket tightly around myself, forgetting to try flying again. I needed more time to think--and besides, 17 wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I turned up looking like this. Slowly starting my way back to what I called home--the doctor's old cliff-side labratory, which wasn't much of a home at all--I decided it was for the best.
At least, this way, I'd have time to think.
A/N: To be continued...
I can't quite remember what happened after that...I must have passed out, having been exausted from the day's events. All I can recall is waking in the middle of the night, my eyes shooting open as I let out a scream of terror, my body being jolted into a sitting position. I had been having nightmares for awhile now...and I always seemed to come around just before the dream was at an end.
It bothered me, being pulled out of one emotion and into another so rapidly when I woke up. I wanted to end the dream, wanted to feel relief fill my body. Dreams can't hurt you, I told myself. Stop being stupid.
Shaken, I got to my feet wearily. My legs and arms hurt, my head was spinning. I looked around for 17, but discovered that I was much alone. My no account brother must have headed back for the Doctor's lab for some rest. Sighing heavily and tucking my hair behind my ears, I ignored the shaking in my legs and closed my eyes, preparing to use that oh-so-mighty-force that we android's had to get myself into the air.
It was no use. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, there wasn't a strand of energy left within my battered body. I needed a bath... The mere thought of rest was inviting, but I wasn't feeling very safe, standing in the middle of no where alone.
...Safe? When was the last time I had worried about being safe?
All I could think about was how much it hurt. How much pain I was in... I couldn't feel my body, I had gone totally numb. Then again...what was there to feel? Tears stung the corners of my eyes and I dropped to my knees, burrying my face in my hands as I sobbed. It was wrong, it was all wrong. Trunks was nothing to me, nothing! Why was I feeling this way? Why did I feel my face go hot each time I saw him, my cheeks tinting a light pink? Why did my heart skip and beat in strange patterns? Why had I showed such weakness in front of him?
But most of all...why hadn't he finished me off?
"I won't sink down to your level."
His voice rang through my head...I covered my ears, trying to block him out. But he just kept repeating those words over and over...over and over...
I was so tired...my body was racked with sobs, and I was out of breath. I was so foolish, so stupid, so arrogant, that I hadn't noticed when I had started caring for him...
My heart was his now. There was no two ways about it. I was in love with my enemy.
I could remember 17 watching television in the house of a young, recently married couple. Both husband and wife had fled from the house after I had knocked their front door from it's hinges--they had escaped out the basement window; I had watched them run after chasing them down the stairs to the dark room. My brother had turned on the television to entertain himself as I went through the woman's wardrobe, looking to see if she had had any fashion sense in her pretty little head. She hadn't. As he was flipping through the channels on the annoying machine, he landed on what appeared to be a dramatic soap opera. A lot like me, I realized now, the woman who had been sobbing on the screen was in love with her family's worst enemy.
I shook my head, clearing it of such nonsense. What was I thinking? Humans were foolish, living in their own little world, worrying about no one but themselves. Then again, I wasn't one to talk.
The tears, I was surprised to find, had stopped. Aside from the occasional sniffle, my cheeks were dry, my eyes red and puffy. I stood once more, noticing the sun peeking out from a large pile of rubble against the horizon. It was dawn, obviously. Knowing 17 wouldn't be worried about me, I pulled my jacket tightly around myself, forgetting to try flying again. I needed more time to think--and besides, 17 wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I turned up looking like this. Slowly starting my way back to what I called home--the doctor's old cliff-side labratory, which wasn't much of a home at all--I decided it was for the best.
At least, this way, I'd have time to think.
A/N: To be continued...