Reappearing, two electrical chains shot out in the containment field and wrapped around two of his wrist, holding him tightly. Bawling both hands to a fist he fights against the chains as they pull him up. However, this attempt was futile as they only tightened. Before he could struggle anymore, he paused and became alarmed as he heard metal clanking on metal.
Said clanking drew his attention up towards the bridge. A tall mechanoid stride slowly towards him with its head held high, clapping his mechanical hands together once it reached him. The man's eyes narrowed into slits as he watched his former acquaintance come closer.
"You've won - it's over. You stopped the invasion and closed the portal," Samuel said, standing before him but keeping a safe distance. He gave a quick glance before returning his gaze back down to the Slayer. "But it's come at a price - Argent, VEGA, this entire operation. You see, I've watched you work, come to understand your motivation." He continued talking. "You think the only way is to kill them all, nothing behind, and you may be right. But we can't just shut it all down. Without Argent Energy, it will be worse. I can't expect you to agree."
One mechanical hand raised. Violently it shook, telepathically snatching the artifact from the Slayer's grasp.
"But with this we can continue our work."
The Slayer's eyes narrowed more as he stared intently at Samuel, rage swelling inside of him.
Samuel continued. "I am not the villain of this story. I do what I do because there is no choice."
"Re-routing tether coordinates… Complete."
The computer system announced. The power supply to the energy field was fully restored and it began to dissipate. Samuel stood there proudly staring at the countdown on the teleporter.
"Our time is up." He looked down at the Slayer, seeing him still restrained, struggling to break free of his bonds as he spoke. "I can't kill you - but I won't have you standing in our way," Samuel declared. Shooting out from the handle a bright crimson blade, pulsing with unrefined energies of Hell, decorated carelessly with the arcane symbols of Hell itself. "Until we see each other again."
Samuel Hayden turned away, starting forward to the bridge with the Crucible, leaving the trapped Slayer alone, chained to the containment field. As Samuel disappeared behind the doors, the Slayer's eyes darted to the floor noticing a tiny spark cyan energy. Then another spark appeared on the ground. And another. And another until the whole pad below him glowed bright.
They began to shift, moving this way and that in a slow, almost hypnotic motion. Even as the Slayer watched, they began to move faster and faster until they were nothing but lines of white in his vision. Soon enough, he was surrounded in a cyan aura. Within moments, he lost sight of everything around him. All sounds had ceased; he could no longer hear anything except for his own breathing and heartbeat. In an instant, his body was enveloped in an explosion of light.
The Doom Slayer's eyes blinked, facing the sky above. But said sky was not what left him puzzled. It wasn't blue like usual. No, it was a mix of two colors. One, being crimson; a crimson shade so bright, the Slayer thought, that the very light seemed to have been sucked into his eyes. Then, the second was purple. Purple was so intense, that it almost seemed alive. This color swirled together in a spiral shape, slowly spinning round and round until they blended perfectly.
He had to admit it looked beautiful. But that didn't drive away one issue. How did he get here? Where was he? He was certain of one thing. He's not back on mars, nor Hell, not even on earth. So where was he?
The Slayer slowly gets up from the ground, shaking himself off. Looking around he sees rocks and rubble around him. Small rock made houses lay in ruins across his path. He looks in any direction, looking for anyone but finds none. No humans, and no demons. Only death. A big rock to the side exploded catching the Slayer's attention, sending a shower of dirt and dust everywhere.
Unfazed by said explosion, he looked down at the ground as the dust settled. On closer examination, he saw a long appendage. A dark brown furry tail curled around the waist area. His eyes moved up, finding said tail to be attached to a humanoid figure. Their height and frame was average and is slightly muscular with a pale skin complexion. Their hair was flat with cropped spiky style bangs that trace over Their forehead. They wore white gloves and boots, with long golden leg warmers on one of their legs with a white leg band on both of her legs. Judging by the size, he instantly figured that this person was female.
She laid face down on the ground, unmoving. Scrapes and cuts covered her arms, legs, and blood flowed freely from numerous wounds.
The Slayer got down on one knee and placed two fingers to the side of her neck. Her pulse was weak. She was still breathing, though barely. He tried to shake her awake but found that she remained unresponsive. Carefully, he picked her up bridal style. Her eyes shut tight as she let out a small groan.
Right hand reaches down to his utility belt pulling out a blue filled vial fluid. Uncorking it, he slowly poured said fluid into her mouth. He threw the empty vial to the side and turned back to her. Her eyelids slightly twitched, groaning once more.
"Why?!"
The Slayer snapped his head up, spotting the source of the voice. To be exact, they were on their knees on top of rubble. Their hand grasped around their left arm and clutching onto it. Much like the woman in his arms, they had a tail too. They wore an ice blue and black armor which looked to be damaged. Their hair was flat at the top and kept in a small ponytail at the back, and his skin is a dark tan color. Cuts and bruises littered their exposed arms and legs. Bits of blood flowed down their face. But their stare has become fixed on the tall figure towering over him, anger etched into their features.
The Slayer's eyes darted to the right, where the tall figure stood. A large and pink alien stood in front of their injured prey. Spikes protruded on its arms and head. It also wore a blue variant armor with brown colored shoulder pads and an odd green device to the side of its face.
The goons behind the pink alien wore similar armor with different colorations to their style. All of them smirked with glee.
"Why? Tell me! Why are you doing this? I don't understand!" The injured man cried, anger evident through his tone. The pink alien's comrade chuckled mockingly.
"Poor baby!" The henchman taunted.
The pink alien joined his companion in laughter. "What don't you understand, Torah? That you are weak? What a mess you are! Ahh, Torah... You shouldn't have forgotten that you are weak!"
The injured man known as Torah was confused at this revelation. "What do you mean? We serve Frieza! You know that!"
The pink alien's smile became wider. His comrades snickered along. "Yes, I know! Frieza's very impressed with your service record! Yes, too impressed! It seems he wants you dead!"
"What? Why?" Torah protested.
The pink alien grinned, showing off his teeth. "I don't want to flatter you but Frieza thought that you were getting too strong!"
"Cool, huh? You should consider this a promotion!" The second henchman added in.
Torah's eyes widened in disbelief. "No! Look! It's not fair! Everything that we've done was for him! How can he do this?"
The Pink alien's eyes slightly narrowed.
"You fool! It's not what you've done! It's what you might have done in the future!"
The Slayer glares at the pink alien from afar. Instantly seeing where this situation is going. He carefully sets the woman in his arms back onto the ground before standing up slowly and stalking towards the group. Right arm reaches for his back, retrieving from his space inventory a double barrel shotgun.
"Then no one's safe from Frieza! Not even you!" Torah shouted. The pink alien scoffed at the claim.
"Is that so?" The pink alien asked, smirking evilly. The pink alien's hand reached out and so did its comrades. All their palms charging with energy.
The Slayer brought up his shotgun, taking aim at one of the henchmen's hands. His finger pulled back, aiming directly at the target's forearm.
The henchmen blinked, finally noticing the Slayer's presence. Before he could act however, the Slayer pulls the trigger, blasting buck shells straight at the henchman's palm causing the alien's hand to explode. Blowing the remains of his fingers into a nearby rock wall.
At the same time, the other henchman as well as the pink alien and Torah took notice of the Slayer. Without thinking the three men charged towards him.
As they closed in, the Slayer fired his gun again. The first blast hitting the lime alien directly in its chest. Sending its body flying backwards into some nearby buildings. The purple spotted alien, having seen the action the Slayer inflicted onto his buddy, lunged forward to throw a punch. However, before it could make contact, a sudden force struck him hard on the back. The force sent him flying against a building. The impact caused the entire structure to cave in and crumble.
One leg stretched out, the Slayer brought it back down to the ground before turning his gaze towards the green henchmen who had launched themselves at him, shooting a blast of blue energy at him. The blast hit its mark and he was engulfed by an explosion of heat and light. Gusts of wind blowing all around.
"Ha! serves you right! That should teach you what happens when you mess with the elites!" The green alien crowed in triumph. But his triumph quickly faded as he felt something cold and metal pressed against his side. "Wha…?"
With the muzzle of the weapon firmly pointed at his temple, the green alien's head exploded. Blood splattered everywhere covering everything. The Slayer stood over its headless corpse, watching it drop. The pink alien, the last alien henchman, and Torah were left stunned at this display of power and violence.
Kicking off to the air the last henchmen decided to flee, rather than face the wrath of this monster. But they were too slow. In a blur the Slayer grabbed them by the leg and hurled them to the ground. His eyes shot wide as the air in their lungs was expelled from the inside of their throat. Blue blood spewed out onto his chest. But the Slayer didn't give him time to recover. He lands by planting his boots into the henchmen's stomach, killing him instantly by the force of his blow.
Hopping off of his corpse the Slayer turned to his left. The pink alien stared at him with horror in its eyes.
"Who…Who are you?" The pink alien mumbled, fear and shock clear in their voice.
The Slayer glared blankly at him. Stoic expression carved onto his face. He slowly crept towards the pink alien while snapping the ejector open and reloading it with another set of shells. He held his super shotgun with one hand pointing it right at the pink aliens head, slightly pressing the trigger.
The pink alien froze, eyes wide and terror swelling through every vein in its body. They should get out of here, they should run away as fast as they can, but they couldn't move. Their feet remained stuck to the ground. No matter how much they struggled or begged to move, nothing happened. They were stuck. Frozen in fear. Paralyzed, terrified…just as they were a moment ago.
But then...something clicked.
Buck shells shot fourth through the pink alien's forehead and chest, effectively ending it for good. A satisfied smirk graced the Slayer's face as he dropped the shotgun to the ground.
After the dust settled, silence fell upon both sides. The Slayer's eyes darted to Torah who stared back at him with mixed feelings on his face. Fear, disbelief, and bewilderment. But one emotion stands out most prominently in his eyes: hope.
The Slayer looked from behind Torah, noticing other similar humanoids with tails laying motionless on the ground. Then his eyes landed back on Torah. Once again he reaches down to his utility belt pulling out a set of vials. He throws said vials to Torah who catches them one by one.
Torah blinks, confusion plastered across his features. "What are these for?" He asked cautiously.
The Slayer stared blankly at him. His glare unwavering and unyielding. He jerked his head from behind him, nodding towards the other humanoids lying limp and still on the ground. Torah follows suit, looking behind him. His eyes darted to the vials and to the bodies before widening in realization.
With one leg, he limped towards each of the other humanoids. Opening their mouths with care before pouring the blue fluids into their mouths then drank some himself for good measure. The two humanoids groaned softly before their eyes flew open. Both of them slowly sat up on their rumps, their faces twisted in pain. But after a few seconds, relief washed over their features and they smiled.
Torah stares at them in joy and relief. "Borgos, Shugesh, you're okay!" He cried before wrapping them in an embrace.
Borgos smiled weakly. "Torah… what happened?"
Shugesh blinks. "Are…Are we dead?"
"No you dummy."
Torah, Borgos, Shugesh, and Slayer turned their heads towards the sound of the voice, which belonged to the woman. She walked up closer to the four of them.
"Fasha, don't push yourself!" Torah cautioned.
The woman known as Fasha waved her hand dismissively at him. "I'm fine, Torah. I am just glad to see you guys alive."
Torah chuckled, turning his gaze towards the Slayer. "Well, we have him to thank."
Fasha, Shugesh, and Borgos glanced towards the Slayer who was still glaring at them blankly.
The Shugesh and Borgos got to their feet. The former with slight difficulty. The latter with more ease and a little assistance from Torah. All four of them start towards the Slayer. Each of them moved carefully due to their injuries. The four stood before him, looking at him with wonderment and respect.
The Slayer looked at each one in turn. The man named Shugesh was a bulky fellow, clearly built for strength but coming off more fat than muscular. His black hair in a pudding bowl style, beady black eyes, and a thin, pencil mustache. Though a bit damaged, he wore armor with the straps and abdomen guards being colored teal, with boots of a similar color scheme, and black pants. Underneath his armor, he wears a tattered, olive green shirt.
Much like Shugesh, Borgos was also bulky, but was tall and muscular. He had big strands of black hair on the sides of his head, but not hair in the middle of his head. He had three small scars on his forehead and wore a variant black armor with a light blue stomach plate, and yellow shoulder straps. He also wears dark blue pants, and black cuffs above his hands.
Breaking the silence between them, Shugesh spoke up. "So, mind telling us who you are?"
A/N: Hey, it's me Goku! Wow this strange fighter is strong but also REALLY brutal. Oh no, Frieza's planning to destroy Planet Vegeta and all the Saiyans with it. Hurry stranger, you gotta save them and stop Frieza!
Next time on DOOM: INCARCERATION!
CHAPTER 2: BATTLE FOR PLANET VEGETA!
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