Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2012 22:19:17 GMT -5
Year One -
It started out much like any other day, however there was a very different feeling about the young Hellbringer. His limbs seemed to stiffen, his head throbbed, and his mindset was... Well, off to say the least. These feelings and sensations had been rushing through him for some time now, ever since his infection, but now they seemed much deeper... Much more intense...
He slowly stepped out of the comfort of his hammock the Infected Namekians had given him, and stretched, trying to work the stiffness out of his body; this, however never seemed to work. Looking around the small Namekian village, Xero spotted many familiar faces. However, during his first few weeks of being in the village, he could not tell any of the Nameks apart.
He headed for the Emerald Sea, stripped, and hopped in. After a quick bath, he redressed, and headed back into the village for a quick breakfast.
Once finished, he headed for a small, quiet hill for his training. Xero did his basic ti-chi-like exercises, along with some one on one sparring using his clone technique.
Then it was time to rest. As he closed his eyes, he could feel the infection within him. It rustled as if it were about to burst, sending a sharp pain through Xero's whole body. He fought the urge to scream, taken by surprise from the pain, and kept his eyes closed.
A faint image of Virion appeared in the far distance. He chuckled at Xero, shaking his head, arms crossed, "You have been selfish, Hellbringer," he told him, a fatherly aspect to his voice. "What you are feeling is the pain of not sharing our gift. What we have is something that needs to be shared with the world."
A sly smile rushed over Virion's face, "Hellbringer, you are to share this gift. And to make this easier for you, I will grant you one more gift. Do not disappoint me again, because this is your second chance."
A surge of energy and knowledge rushed through Xero. The feeling was so intense, it cause his eyes to bolt open, and a sharp gasp to leave his mouth. But that wasn't the least of it. As his eyes refocused, a look of wonder and horror covered his face. He was floating.
But not just floating. He was so high up in the sky, when he looked down all he could see were the clouds. Panic rushed over him as his breath became heavy.
But panicking was something that could cause his death way up here. He had to keep a clear mind. Instead of concentrating on his pending doom, Xero focused on the pain that had vanished within him. He used this as a way to slowly and carefully lower the amount of ki he was using to lower himself.
The decent took nearly three hours, and Xero was wiped as his feet touched the ground. He hadn't used a lot of energy, but he'd come close to death, and that would be enough to unnerve anybody.
He waited an hour before trying it. He had to regain his thought. Then, he slowly stood on top his hill, and stretched out his arms. He could feel Virion as he used his Infection to channel his ki, but that was not all. He could feel each and every Infected Namekian on Namek. He could tap into their knowledge. He could nearly read their minds.
And suddenly, he knew. His eyes snapped open and his feet lifted from the ground. He was flying once again, but this time, he was in control.
Weeks passed as Xero homed in on his new skill. But flight was not the only thing he trained. He'd been shocked by his experience with Virion's image, and the words burned into his brain. He would not be receiving a second chance, and he would have to learn to accept his Infection.
So as the weeks flew by, he sat a top his hill, tapping into that same pool of knowledge shared by all the Infected on the planet, and toyed with it. Manipulated it. Xero learned everything there was to offer, then searched every nook and cranny for more information.
He finished his mental journey after nearly three months. He had learned how to suppress his to nothing, to fly like a master, to communicate with his fellow people on the planet (the infected Namekians), and was finally beginning to accept this Infection as a gift.
He also learned of a race of Demon Namekians. One of which had the power to unlock ones potential. And while Xero had no interest in having an unknown force tap into his brain, he was curious.
He searched for two months, using his abilities to sense out powerlevels as his guide. Along the way, he met as many as ten Namekian villages, in which he infected one person in each. The transfer of the Infection was second nature, and he began to do it without realizing it. And each time he did, he could tap into the newly infected's mind, and gather more information.
After the tenth infection, Xero had uncovered the location of he Demons in a cave near the ocean. It was hidden away, so well, this search took an other month.
(6months passed so far)
He stumbled into the cave, expecting to find a large village, but to his surprise, there were few of the demons left. As if thy knew he was coming, the demons took him prisoner, and tortured him for months. The only thing that kept Xero sane was his Infection.
Though there were only two demon Namekians; Xero could tell by the red skin, they completely over powered the man. Even as Xero used the Bio-Resonance, it was as if they knew all about its powers. Xero was starved, beaten, broken, binded, and tormented.
Five months passed as the torturing continued. But this point, Xero was much of a shattered soul. For five months, he had trained to the complete extent of the Infection, learning all there was to know, and even reaching a second planet with infected kin. He was out of things to do.
The demons decided that they'd had their fun. They cackled as one pointed his fingers, thrusting his hand into Xero's stomach. His hard skin made the nails simply pierce the gut, and had it not been for his origin, the hand would have easily gone through the other side.
The pain made Xero's natural pain killers kick in. And thankfully for him, it caused the more angry reaction. His power level topped out as the chains exploded, sending hunks of metal into the face of the Demon who'd harmed him.
He stumbled back screaming in pain, and Xero quickly finished the job, his hand cutting straight through the Demon's neck with a simple chop, severing the head.
But in his blinded rage he had forgotten the most important thing about Namekians. They could regenerate.
As Xero proceeded to kill the second Demon, the first sprung back into action, grabbing him and binding him from behind. The other readied a blast, and in moments, Xero would face his appending doom.
That's when a familiar face showed up. A Icer bursted into the cave from the roof, and even in Xero's blinded rage, he could tell who it was. Blaze.
Xero was able to use Blaze's arrival as enough of a distraction to pry the demon off his back. He then created a small ball of ki and slammed his hand into the demon's stomach, allowing the blast to explode. The demon exploded along with it, completely destroyed this time. But Xero was drained, and his attack had nearly used all his energy. As his power level faded, his eyes fluttered closed and he fell to the ground, passing out.
A week later, Xero awoke. He was in a small hut, and greeted by Blaze and a Namekian. A feeling of unease built in his stomach, a side effect of the Infection, and he shot up. He quickly rose to his feet and politely bowed. He had to leave before he Infected them. After all they'd done for him, he would have to make sure that he could let them go on living the life they wanted.
"Thank you for everything. I owe you one!" he shouted as he rushed out the door, not letting them get a word in. It was a hasty recovery, and Xero might have been able to use a few more days of rest, but he had to go back to his own.
The travel took only a day, and soon he was with the Infected. He didn't have to tell them about his journey, because as soon as he neared them, they already knew. And after a few days more of rest, Xero would continue to press into the abilities of the Infection; for he had caught a glimpse of its powers while prisoned, and he had to make sure he was right.
Year Two -
Xero's training over the next year was even more intense. The harder he tried, the easier it was to tap into the mental link the Infection provided. Soon, Xero could hold onto this link for as long as he liked, without getting the headache it caused in the beginning.
He even began to learn about other planet, like Earth and Kold, by sharing his knowledge with all the infected on Namek. But the more he trained, the more he caught onto the limitless possibilities the Infection provided for him.
Out of a countless amount of connections, there were just a small handful in which Xero could speak to those on Earth. Did this mean that every Infected in the universe could communicate?
A month into his second year of training, Xero found that he could actually project himself into this connection, and soon found himself standing face-to-face with the humans. He could do just about anything in this state. From using the techniques he'd created, to fighting an army. He could add or subtract gravity, or even fight under water. The more he played with this connection, the more he found, and the more he strengthened.
Using this state, he was able to boost his Twin technique to a higher level, allowing the clone to have 75% of Xero's base power level. He even created another technique, where he would create a compressed ball of energy, and throw it. The ball would bounce off, or stick to a target, then explode, causing massive damage. Rightfully so, he named it the Hell Grenade.
And as the months passed, Xero trained with an amazing amount of people. From the Infected Namekians on Namek, to some quiet powerful humans on Earth; all without leaving his mind.
Now, that being said, Xero also trained physically with the Infected and alone. On day, Xero would fly into the sky and train to the point of over-exertion. The next day he might go as far down in the sea as possible and train till he had to rise for air, giving himself only half the time to breath as he was in the water.
And by the end of the year, he had far surpassed his own limits. He was much stronger, and now accepted the Infection as part of him. He prided it. His advancements were in fact so great, Virion commented via mind link.
It started out much like any other day, however there was a very different feeling about the young Hellbringer. His limbs seemed to stiffen, his head throbbed, and his mindset was... Well, off to say the least. These feelings and sensations had been rushing through him for some time now, ever since his infection, but now they seemed much deeper... Much more intense...
He slowly stepped out of the comfort of his hammock the Infected Namekians had given him, and stretched, trying to work the stiffness out of his body; this, however never seemed to work. Looking around the small Namekian village, Xero spotted many familiar faces. However, during his first few weeks of being in the village, he could not tell any of the Nameks apart.
He headed for the Emerald Sea, stripped, and hopped in. After a quick bath, he redressed, and headed back into the village for a quick breakfast.
Once finished, he headed for a small, quiet hill for his training. Xero did his basic ti-chi-like exercises, along with some one on one sparring using his clone technique.
Then it was time to rest. As he closed his eyes, he could feel the infection within him. It rustled as if it were about to burst, sending a sharp pain through Xero's whole body. He fought the urge to scream, taken by surprise from the pain, and kept his eyes closed.
A faint image of Virion appeared in the far distance. He chuckled at Xero, shaking his head, arms crossed, "You have been selfish, Hellbringer," he told him, a fatherly aspect to his voice. "What you are feeling is the pain of not sharing our gift. What we have is something that needs to be shared with the world."
A sly smile rushed over Virion's face, "Hellbringer, you are to share this gift. And to make this easier for you, I will grant you one more gift. Do not disappoint me again, because this is your second chance."
A surge of energy and knowledge rushed through Xero. The feeling was so intense, it cause his eyes to bolt open, and a sharp gasp to leave his mouth. But that wasn't the least of it. As his eyes refocused, a look of wonder and horror covered his face. He was floating.
But not just floating. He was so high up in the sky, when he looked down all he could see were the clouds. Panic rushed over him as his breath became heavy.
But panicking was something that could cause his death way up here. He had to keep a clear mind. Instead of concentrating on his pending doom, Xero focused on the pain that had vanished within him. He used this as a way to slowly and carefully lower the amount of ki he was using to lower himself.
The decent took nearly three hours, and Xero was wiped as his feet touched the ground. He hadn't used a lot of energy, but he'd come close to death, and that would be enough to unnerve anybody.
He waited an hour before trying it. He had to regain his thought. Then, he slowly stood on top his hill, and stretched out his arms. He could feel Virion as he used his Infection to channel his ki, but that was not all. He could feel each and every Infected Namekian on Namek. He could tap into their knowledge. He could nearly read their minds.
And suddenly, he knew. His eyes snapped open and his feet lifted from the ground. He was flying once again, but this time, he was in control.
Weeks passed as Xero homed in on his new skill. But flight was not the only thing he trained. He'd been shocked by his experience with Virion's image, and the words burned into his brain. He would not be receiving a second chance, and he would have to learn to accept his Infection.
So as the weeks flew by, he sat a top his hill, tapping into that same pool of knowledge shared by all the Infected on the planet, and toyed with it. Manipulated it. Xero learned everything there was to offer, then searched every nook and cranny for more information.
He finished his mental journey after nearly three months. He had learned how to suppress his to nothing, to fly like a master, to communicate with his fellow people on the planet (the infected Namekians), and was finally beginning to accept this Infection as a gift.
He also learned of a race of Demon Namekians. One of which had the power to unlock ones potential. And while Xero had no interest in having an unknown force tap into his brain, he was curious.
He searched for two months, using his abilities to sense out powerlevels as his guide. Along the way, he met as many as ten Namekian villages, in which he infected one person in each. The transfer of the Infection was second nature, and he began to do it without realizing it. And each time he did, he could tap into the newly infected's mind, and gather more information.
After the tenth infection, Xero had uncovered the location of he Demons in a cave near the ocean. It was hidden away, so well, this search took an other month.
(6months passed so far)
He stumbled into the cave, expecting to find a large village, but to his surprise, there were few of the demons left. As if thy knew he was coming, the demons took him prisoner, and tortured him for months. The only thing that kept Xero sane was his Infection.
Though there were only two demon Namekians; Xero could tell by the red skin, they completely over powered the man. Even as Xero used the Bio-Resonance, it was as if they knew all about its powers. Xero was starved, beaten, broken, binded, and tormented.
Five months passed as the torturing continued. But this point, Xero was much of a shattered soul. For five months, he had trained to the complete extent of the Infection, learning all there was to know, and even reaching a second planet with infected kin. He was out of things to do.
The demons decided that they'd had their fun. They cackled as one pointed his fingers, thrusting his hand into Xero's stomach. His hard skin made the nails simply pierce the gut, and had it not been for his origin, the hand would have easily gone through the other side.
The pain made Xero's natural pain killers kick in. And thankfully for him, it caused the more angry reaction. His power level topped out as the chains exploded, sending hunks of metal into the face of the Demon who'd harmed him.
He stumbled back screaming in pain, and Xero quickly finished the job, his hand cutting straight through the Demon's neck with a simple chop, severing the head.
But in his blinded rage he had forgotten the most important thing about Namekians. They could regenerate.
As Xero proceeded to kill the second Demon, the first sprung back into action, grabbing him and binding him from behind. The other readied a blast, and in moments, Xero would face his appending doom.
That's when a familiar face showed up. A Icer bursted into the cave from the roof, and even in Xero's blinded rage, he could tell who it was. Blaze.
Xero was able to use Blaze's arrival as enough of a distraction to pry the demon off his back. He then created a small ball of ki and slammed his hand into the demon's stomach, allowing the blast to explode. The demon exploded along with it, completely destroyed this time. But Xero was drained, and his attack had nearly used all his energy. As his power level faded, his eyes fluttered closed and he fell to the ground, passing out.
A week later, Xero awoke. He was in a small hut, and greeted by Blaze and a Namekian. A feeling of unease built in his stomach, a side effect of the Infection, and he shot up. He quickly rose to his feet and politely bowed. He had to leave before he Infected them. After all they'd done for him, he would have to make sure that he could let them go on living the life they wanted.
"Thank you for everything. I owe you one!" he shouted as he rushed out the door, not letting them get a word in. It was a hasty recovery, and Xero might have been able to use a few more days of rest, but he had to go back to his own.
The travel took only a day, and soon he was with the Infected. He didn't have to tell them about his journey, because as soon as he neared them, they already knew. And after a few days more of rest, Xero would continue to press into the abilities of the Infection; for he had caught a glimpse of its powers while prisoned, and he had to make sure he was right.
Year Two -
Xero's training over the next year was even more intense. The harder he tried, the easier it was to tap into the mental link the Infection provided. Soon, Xero could hold onto this link for as long as he liked, without getting the headache it caused in the beginning.
He even began to learn about other planet, like Earth and Kold, by sharing his knowledge with all the infected on Namek. But the more he trained, the more he caught onto the limitless possibilities the Infection provided for him.
Out of a countless amount of connections, there were just a small handful in which Xero could speak to those on Earth. Did this mean that every Infected in the universe could communicate?
A month into his second year of training, Xero found that he could actually project himself into this connection, and soon found himself standing face-to-face with the humans. He could do just about anything in this state. From using the techniques he'd created, to fighting an army. He could add or subtract gravity, or even fight under water. The more he played with this connection, the more he found, and the more he strengthened.
Using this state, he was able to boost his Twin technique to a higher level, allowing the clone to have 75% of Xero's base power level. He even created another technique, where he would create a compressed ball of energy, and throw it. The ball would bounce off, or stick to a target, then explode, causing massive damage. Rightfully so, he named it the Hell Grenade.
And as the months passed, Xero trained with an amazing amount of people. From the Infected Namekians on Namek, to some quiet powerful humans on Earth; all without leaving his mind.
Now, that being said, Xero also trained physically with the Infected and alone. On day, Xero would fly into the sky and train to the point of over-exertion. The next day he might go as far down in the sea as possible and train till he had to rise for air, giving himself only half the time to breath as he was in the water.
And by the end of the year, he had far surpassed his own limits. He was much stronger, and now accepted the Infection as part of him. He prided it. His advancements were in fact so great, Virion commented via mind link.