Post by Mori on Nov 24, 2013 20:39:25 GMT -5
Eyes fluttered open. How many hours have passed since his last awakening? How many days? Mori attempted to stretch, and found himself restrained. Curious, Mori attempted to break free of the iron shackles that bound his legs and arms, but to no avail. He was impressed, as he has been unstoppable up until this point of his miscellaneous gallivanting. Mori was unable to comprehend how much time exactly had passed. His surroundings seemed alien to him: on a table were foreign instruments of unknown design, with sharp, serrated edges and countless buttons on the handle. What was all of this? On top of all of that, his head was killing him, which was an entirely new experience for him. Brow furrowing, he decided his only choice was to wait it out. Hopefully, someone would come and tell him what was happening. Nearly immediately after the thought crossed his still-developing mind, he heard a door creak open somewhere above him.
"Hey," Mori yelled, hoping they were here to free him. "Let me out of here!" This was met with footsteps and a brief chuckle. Slowly but surely, a figure emerged from the staircase that spiraled above him. He was tall, and a saiyan, apparently. Mori could tell by the primate tail that hung low, nearly long enough to touch the floor. Stroking his goatee gently, seemingly interested in the pink being before him. Silently nodding, the saiyan walked towards Mori, only to stop short, at the table to the side. Slowly caressing the weird instrument before him, he winked at Mori before picking it up. "You're here to save me, right?" Mori smiled weakly, hoping he was right.
"Oh my naive friend, you think we'd let you go after how much we paid to get you?" The mysterious saiyan pushed one of the many buttons on the device, and a blade extended from the hilt, spinning rapidly. "No, I think you're going to stay here for a while. You see, Steamtrain sold you out, so we may conduct experiments on you." Moving the blade ever closer to Mori's face, he stopped short, leaving the blade vibrating and spinning near his face. "We haven't seen your kind in a long while, and we want to see what makes you what you are." A single tear dropped from Mori's face, completely disbelieving Broc would ever betray him. "Interesting though... the drugs he used were supposed to keep you out longer..."
"But... why? I thought he liked me..."
Using his free hand, the Saiyan slapped Mori hard. "You idiot, he only used you. You're ours now, and you're not going anywhere." Slamming the blade into Mori's eye, the majin screamed, as loud as he could. Searing pain shot through his body, radiating in his eye. With his other eye, he could see blood slowly dripping down his body, which made his assailant nod. "Of course, different colored blood, normal pain reception... interesting." The sadness that previously overwhelmed the majin was quickly replaced with anger. How could Broc treat him like this, after all he's done? This was unbelievable! His budding power sensing ability was growing more accustomed to determining the strength of saiyans, and he could tell this one was weak. All bark and no bite, by the look of him. His body jerked to the left, and Mori shook his head, trying to maintain control. This pain was unbearable... He had to do something. Opening his mouth wide, Mori screamed, which seemed to make the saiyan giggle with glee. "You don't like that, do you? You little demon..."
Smirking, Mori replied. "You're going to like this a lot less." A pink beam shot out of the majin's mouth, colliding immediately with the sadistic saiyan in front of him. The energy
"Hey," Mori yelled, hoping they were here to free him. "Let me out of here!" This was met with footsteps and a brief chuckle. Slowly but surely, a figure emerged from the staircase that spiraled above him. He was tall, and a saiyan, apparently. Mori could tell by the primate tail that hung low, nearly long enough to touch the floor. Stroking his goatee gently, seemingly interested in the pink being before him. Silently nodding, the saiyan walked towards Mori, only to stop short, at the table to the side. Slowly caressing the weird instrument before him, he winked at Mori before picking it up. "You're here to save me, right?" Mori smiled weakly, hoping he was right.
"Oh my naive friend, you think we'd let you go after how much we paid to get you?" The mysterious saiyan pushed one of the many buttons on the device, and a blade extended from the hilt, spinning rapidly. "No, I think you're going to stay here for a while. You see, Steamtrain sold you out, so we may conduct experiments on you." Moving the blade ever closer to Mori's face, he stopped short, leaving the blade vibrating and spinning near his face. "We haven't seen your kind in a long while, and we want to see what makes you what you are." A single tear dropped from Mori's face, completely disbelieving Broc would ever betray him. "Interesting though... the drugs he used were supposed to keep you out longer..."
"But... why? I thought he liked me..."
Using his free hand, the Saiyan slapped Mori hard. "You idiot, he only used you. You're ours now, and you're not going anywhere." Slamming the blade into Mori's eye, the majin screamed, as loud as he could. Searing pain shot through his body, radiating in his eye. With his other eye, he could see blood slowly dripping down his body, which made his assailant nod. "Of course, different colored blood, normal pain reception... interesting." The sadness that previously overwhelmed the majin was quickly replaced with anger. How could Broc treat him like this, after all he's done? This was unbelievable! His budding power sensing ability was growing more accustomed to determining the strength of saiyans, and he could tell this one was weak. All bark and no bite, by the look of him. His body jerked to the left, and Mori shook his head, trying to maintain control. This pain was unbearable... He had to do something. Opening his mouth wide, Mori screamed, which seemed to make the saiyan giggle with glee. "You don't like that, do you? You little demon..."
Smirking, Mori replied. "You're going to like this a lot less." A pink beam shot out of the majin's mouth, colliding immediately with the sadistic saiyan in front of him. The energy