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Date Posted: 21:19:49 05/04/02 Sat
The pose was perfect..the attack wasn't..as he slowly picks himself up..pinpricks etch across his neck , a gentle dropping of liquid runnin across his neck as he screams to the Fay thing for assistance..but the shadowy form is too quick...too sinister, emitting a aura that seems to change summer to winter for a brief moment...and the pair are gone, as arupt as they arrived.
He struggles, flailing arms and legs at the attacker, and in surprize as it feels like kicking his father's own muscles, solid as steel...even when he headbutts the man..he knocks his own self out..
He simply smiles, traveling across the skies as he sniffs..yes this was the one...the blood smell was the same..yet diffirent..offspring..perfect. And suddenly Kiasin's eyes widen, screaming a brief defiance , wailing across the night as it dims to a mere whimper..then to nothing...the vampires lips caressing the boys neck..even as he flies downward..preparing this one..for the gift..
Revenge was a sweet thing was it not..and they did kill his precious son...
His only son...so..revenge...
Elsewhere...Another man looks upwards, his brown eyes flickering suddenly...like sonic waves...a way similar to how dolphins communicate...the rebound of Kiasin is dimmer..his son sleeping? Hehe...good for the kid to grow a backbone...I miss him ....
The fond memories of his own travels suddenly halts...the aura growing dimmer...diffirent from the technique he remembers...damn Ayame..teaching him that..up to NO END of mischief...yeah..it's just that..
Sweat trickles down his neck, the Aura was traveling fast...much faster then Kiasin...shoul...that thought sent him blazing into action..or inaction..as he hears...though impossible, the last heartbeat...the sweat of fear..the tears of sorrow..they interweave themselves on his face...the weary warrior facing toward the sun as he slumps downward, a mass of hair shielding his face from that unwinking eye...Grief was the only thing known to him...but how..his son..how..
But he was a Saiya-Jin...
A Prince..
The Universe shatters, sanity going into a corkscrew of groteque memories and twisted salvations. tears run down his cheeks..no the color of bloodwyne, trinkling down his cheeks, violently closing his eyes to shut out the pain...as if sight was a everlasting reminder of reality..
The reality of a lost son...
Insanity rears it head upward, Madness twisting itself inward, inviting him to Insidious dreams..the tumble to insanity would only mark upon the face of a human..but he was a Saiya-Jin. Suddeny flares of energy creating a vaccum around him, but he doesnt notice the lack of air...the influxuation of death as the energy suddenly pulls inward, toward that empty space, a near form of antimatter clashing about his shielded body ...to say the least, tendrils, as thick as a tree trunk, sprout from his body, moving around as if ravenous serpents, leaving wounds to ebb slowly his life...the power swirling around him..its too much...as he screams at the heavens in defiance of their rule, of how they idly pick the fate of mortals.
Suddenly the flow of energy, like a everlasting source of water upon the sun, ectoplasma cascading across his naked chest as the ground around him gives no indication of harm until it suddenly lowers, one hundred miles in diamater, and nearly 1 mile deep is the depth of his madness, the dust sent upward toward the atmosphere...but it doesn't even begin to move before it is simply destroyed..thankfully he was in a secluded area..no lives..lost...except his son...the kinetic energy of all the matter simply turned to clashing electrons sends up the great pillar of light, shockwaves of atoms colliding en masse sending light across the cosmos as Shirow turns up the heat, letting the madness curl upon itself, eating at his own power...when the eyes suddenly curl into bright cunning emerald, disease..d.eath....it shreds itself of the brown host, becoming a infected thing..becoming a shining beacon of green. Thus begins the hair, streaming upward as if it too wants to defy god ..to blame god...to slay god...and suddenly bursting into a brillant gold...almost white gold from the hue...as his energy once more pulls itself into a thick almost syrup like subtance around him..a flaming liquid gold aura...Super Saiya-Jin...then it begins..a brighter power..he begins to go to the next stage..to enter all the way to his hertiage..of Perfection...and it hits him, the hair suddenly turning purely white gold...the eyes switching in hue to match it..angelic redemption...vengence...even as the earth returns suddenly, pulled down by millinos of tendrils of energy...as he collapses, fading back to the normal state of a man..weak...naked..helpless..and crying. no sign of his hellish torment upon terra shows now...except for the pitiful wails of the warrior for his son.
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