Hi guys another chapter for you.
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The theatre wasn't what Bruce called an entertaining family day out. Yet he knew how much his father liked it. So he put up with the tedious performance. Though he certainly felt a lot better when it ended. Bruce and his father were draped in black suits, while his mother wore a cream coloured dress and a pearl necklace. Bruce walked in between his parents holding each of their hands. As the doors opened Bruce felt the cold air of Gotham city strike him with fury. Rain thundered down from the night sky. Little Bruce shivered as he looked up to his father.
"Can't Alfred just pick us up from here?" The young boy asked.
"Bruce, Alfred can't park here." Thomas informed his son.
"But we're gonna have to walk ten minutes in this storm!" Thomas could see that his son wasn't giving up. So he came up with a compromise.
"Tell you what? I know a shortcut that'll half the time, would you like that?" The young boy sheepishly nodded, causing Thomas to smile. The billionaire led his family down the street turning right into an ally.
"Thomas, I don't like diverting from the main road." Martha warned her husband.
"It'll be fine honey." Thomas reassured her. The family casually walked along, until a familiar face stepped in front of them. "Joe? Look I already told you, I can't keep giving you..." Thomas was soon silenced as Joe Chill pointed a pistol at him.
"Wallet, now!" Joe threatened him. Thomas instinctively stepped in front of Bruce. Putting his hands up.
"Joe... please think about this."
"All I needed was another couple of grand! You have more money than the entire population of Gotham put together! So why couldn't you help me?" Thomas looked back, nodding to Bruce. His father always knew how to calm him down. Thomas turned his head back.
"I gave you so much Joe. I did the best I could."
"Well it wasn't good enough! I need more, so hand over your wallet!" Thomas knew he couldn't win. So he did the only logical thing and handed it over. Yet Joe Chill wasn't satisfied. He turned his gun over to Martha. "Pearls too."
"Joe, leave them out of this." Though the mugger wasn't listening. As he tried to reach for them, Thomas dived in front to protect his wife. This caught Joe off guard however and he panicked. In that split second, he fired. The bullet pierced Thomas, going right through his heart. Bruce was silent, in too much shock. Martha screamed as her husbands body hit the floor.
"Thomas!" She screeched, kneeling at her husbands corpse.
"Shut up. shut up!" Joe yelled, not realising what he had just done. However Martha didn't stop. She was too far in her own world to listen to anyone else. Joe then proceeded to aim the gun at her. And in a merciless act, gunned her down too. Bruce was alone, his hands trembled, his feet started to give way. It was at this point that Joe had realised the ramifications of what had just transpired. The gun dropped as the two looked at one another. One looked of hatred, the other of sympathy.
"It came from over here!" A voice shouted as Joe started to run off. Bruce picked up the gun, aiming it at his parents killer. "I've got him, you help the victims." One man shouted. It wasn't until he ran past that Bruce realised he was a police officer. Bruce had Chill in his sights, he could avenge his parents murders. And yet he couldn't do it. No matter how much he wanted to. No matter how hard he tried. Bruce just couldn't do it.
The boy felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see another officer there. He was a man in his early twenties. He had brown hair and a moustache. Bruce felt the tears run down as rain became even heavier.
"Put the gun down son." Bruce did as instructed. The officer check the pulse of Thomas and Martha, only to confirm the worst case scenario. The two embraced as Bruce's tears started to flow.
"Why officer? Why did he kill my mum and dad?" Bruce pleaded for an answer, though unsure if he actually wanted one.
"I'm don't know son, but listen. I need you to be strong, can you do that?" Bruce sheepishly nodded. "Now we're gonna have to go to the station. And wait for a relative to come pick you up. Is that okay?" Once again Bruce nodded. Bruce peaked at the man's name tag.
"Thank you officer... Gordon."
"Please, call me Jim." Bruce once again stared at his parents. The blood seeping from their bodies. This was the day many remembered, as the day Thomas and Martha Wayne died. However to one scared eight year old boy. This was the day Batman was born.
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Bruce shot up out of bed, thankful It was just a nightmare. Yet one that would always haunt him, no matter how much he begged to overcome it. Bruce took a minute to gain his bearings. He remembered fighting Killer Croc last night, then... Suddenly it dawned on him. The billionaire shot up out of bed. Running faster then a bullet down the stairs. His body longed for more rest, but Bruce's mind refused to give up. He wouldn't let anymore people die. The vigilante rushed into the batcave, where Alfred was working on the batmobile.
"Morning Master Wayne. I trust you had a good sleep?" Alfred only got so far with the pleasantries as he noticed Bruce suiting up. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Bruce abruptly responded. Alfred was a mix of flabbergasted and annoyed.
"You're still injured from last night!"
"I don't need my body to win. All I need is to talk with Bulma."
"Sir with all due respect, you have many positive attributes. However your ability to play well with others isn't one of them." Bruce ignored him as he put on his cowl. "Sir, please stay, I'm sure the league won't go through with it!" Alfred's pleas fell on deaf ears.
"Joe Chill had noble intentions too. And when the bastard was given a choice, he pulled the trigger." Bruce rushed into the batwing's cockpit.
"Not everyone is like Joe Chill! Please sir, give them a chance!" The two looked at each other, and for a split second it looked like Alfred had gotten through. That was until the roof of the batwing closed, its engine's roared into life. The butler stared at the ground in defeat. Everyday Bruce seemed to fall further into the pit of despair. And Alfred had started to wonder wether it was possible to pull him out.
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Victor couldn't move, in fact he was unable to even talk. He had just witnessed Cell devour Seventeen. Eating the prey not through his mouth, but a tail. It made him want to puke. More importantly though was seventeen. The android was gone, and that made Vic extremely mad. Seventeen wasn't innocent by any means, but he was a victim. A young man who had his entire life stolen from him. Having to experience Gero torture him day in and out. And now, after taking his life back, it had gone in a snap. Vic knew what it was like to see your whole world taken. And that was why Cell wouldn't be getting away with this!
Victor held back his anger, at least to the best of his abilities. Without another thought the cyborg got into a fighting stance. Cell smirked as he took a step forward. His smug grin now returning. Eighteen winced taking a step backwards. Her eyes were shedding tears. She and her brother had been inseparable since birth. And now he was gone. It almost didn't feel real. Victor was about to charge forward, however Sixteen put his arm out to stop him.
"Take Eighteen and run!" He ordered. His voice, while sounding monotone, had a sense of urgency about it.
"What about you?" Vic replied.
"I will not win this fight, but perhaps I can at least delay Cell from reaching her." Without another word Sixteen charged in. Victor though didn't even hesitate, he grabbed Eighteen's arm and ran from the danger. The two didn't make it very far though. Cell flew in front of them, with a heavily injured Sixteen. The ginger android ended up with a cracked skull. Several wires were hanging on by a thread. Cell threw him at the two, who quickly ducked to advoid being hit.
Vic could see the fear in Eighteen's eyes. She was trembling from head to toe, just as he was that day. The day he woke up. The day his life changed forever. The only reason he got through that day, was because a Flash stopped him from killing someone. Barry risked his own life to save his. And now Vic needed to do the same. Vic stood up aiming his canon at Cell.
"There's an island twenty five miles directly behind you. When I fire, take Sixteen with you and fly straight there!" Vic ordered.
"Why are you helping us? Aren't we enemies?" Eighteen asked, the fear fully taking hold.
"Only if you choose to be." Time slowed for Eighteen. All her life people treated her like dirt. Everyone was her enemy. And yet this man whom she had just met, was risking his life for her. It didn't make any sense. Still she knew that the opportunity needed to be taken. Eighteen turned around and ran, grabbing Sixteen on the way. Cell spotted this and charged in, but it was too late. Victor fired a continuous blast of energy right at the bug monster. Cell quickly put his arm up to block, however the android was immobilised.
Barry regained his senses, as he noticed the ongoing battle. At first Barry was smiling, his friend was actually winning. Yet that smile soon faded, noticing his friend holding back the pain. Something definitely wasn't right.
"Cyborg, what are you doing?" Barry desperately sought out an answer.
"I'm going all out, one hundred percent power!" Vic yelled back. The cyborg winced as he continued his attack.
"Vic if you use every last bit of energy, you'll have nothing left to power your life support system."
"I know." The cyborg's tone was soft. Like he had accepted his fate.
"Vic please think this through. Have you forgotten that we don't have any dragonballs? Please just stay down!"
"Barry listen, a certain someone once told me. That you can either stay down and let life push you around. Or you can fight back. And I choose to fight back!" Time slowed down to a crawl. Multiple warning messages appeared in Vic's mind. To which he ignored every single one of them. "I once thought this machine was the worst thing to ever happen to me. But it turned out to be the best, because I met all of you. Take care Barry." With one last roar, Vic launched his final blast. The golden blast spread out, sending a shockwave throughout the island.
The island soon went quiet. A huge cloud of smoke rose from the ground. And from that cloud, Vic lay motionless on the ground. Barry crawled over, clawing his way over to his friend. Each metre he covered felt like an agonising mile. Yet he persevered, soon lying next to his friend. Who lay silently, his eyes closed. The lights coming from his machine half were now extinguished
"Vic." The speedster whispered, violently shaking his friend. Trying everything to wake him up. "Come on." No matter what he did though, Vic remained silent. Tears rolled down Barry's cheeks. Who started to shake Vic more ferociously. "Wake up! Please wake up!" The speedster felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned around to see it was Piccolo, who had woken up.
"He's gone Flash." He sombrely comforted.
"My mother, my father and now Vic." Barry ranted, slamming his fist onto the ground in frustration. "I'm sick of watching people die!"
"I under..." Piccolo got halfway through the sentence before noticing a surge in power. The Namekian quickly grabbed Flash by the arm, flying into the air. "We have to go! Cell's alive!" And sure enough, through the smoke, Cell stood. The two narrowly escaped. Though for Cell, that ultimately was inconsequential. Eighteen was still out there, and it would not rest until she was found.
"Well Eighteen if it's a hunt you want." Cell whispered to himself, staring out into the distance. "Then it's a hunt you shall have."
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So our first hero is down. Killing Vic wasn't a tough because of the plot. Because once he accepted his other half i honestly didn't have anywhere to go with his character. What made it hard was just how much I enjoyed writing him. And to have Barry there who was the one who bought him into the league is gonna be very important for his character too. I hope you all enjoyed.
Reviews:
X3runner:
1: I cant take credit for that, its a TFS reference.
2: Im only having 17 use other anime attacks because he's a manga fanboy. And then it will purely by ki based ones.
Christian Heath: Thanks
Scaling: Thanks
Jexcel: No that super form was because he spent 15 million years in the sun.
Corondomontes: Thanks
MeteorElDrago: Well...
Guest: These things unfortunately don't happen overnight.
S3rp3nte: Cell is made up of everyone with a superpower that we have met. Up to when Frieza invaded Earth.