Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 2:36:08 GMT
Its Dangerous to go alone
Now Grab your destiny, if you know what I mean. . .
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Alistair laid down in another simulation pod, this time by his own choice. The doctor had begun to prep him for a tournament in which he was to assassinate one of the high roller audience members. The man was a radical who just happened to get to close to something he shouldn’t have. Alistair decided to read the file for this simulation and once again it was a training simulation of a mentally unstable saiyan training alone. The boy apparently heard voices in his head and in this training, the voices became all too real. Alistair laid down in the chair ad closed his eyes, he let the simulation take over.
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Voices of the dead began to fill Alistair's head. It wasn't just anyone's voice and it wasn't just one voice, there five voices. They screamed in Alistair's head berating him on his weakness and taunting him to grow stronger. At first Alistair was able block out the voices but that was when the voices were mere whispers. Now they were like the as loud as booming thunder, just after lightning strikes. There was only one way to get even a single moment of silence, and that was by training, but not just any training but only the most mentally and physically straining that was possible.
Walking in the training room Alistair put on the weighted gear on every part of his body . Sighing as he put on the weights he felt as his body was getting heavier and heavier. The weights made it harder for him to move. Taking a deep breath Alistair began to stretch with his left arm he extended his arm and extended his right arm in the opposite direction. Holding that position for a few minutes Alistair tried to concentrate his energy and mind on the task. As time went by his breath got heavier and his arms began to tire.
“Aww you can’t even hold your arms up? aww does the little baby need help” One of the voices asked it’s tone mocking the fact that Alistair was beginning to tire.
“Not... yet.” Alistair mumbled. His pride would not allow him to be mocked by anyone especially not the voice in his head.
Pulling one of his legs up into the air Alistair began to balance himself on his one leg that was on the ground. In his mind the only way to get the voices too quiet down the voices was to up the difficulty. Alistair was probably going to regret straining himself on the warm up, the point of the beginning exercise was to get himself use to the weights before trying to perform the real exercises.
“Come on... A baby could pull that off with ease, COME ON DO IT PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT” Another voice yelled it sounded female. Alistair began to hop on the one foot, sweat began to form on his brow and his muscles began to tire even faster.
After hopping on one leg for what seemed like an hour, Alistair finally lost his balance and fell on the ground. In his head a myriad of laughter began to echo through the the large cave known as his skull. Punching the ground Alistair cursed. No likes to be laughed at, especially Alistair. In his rage he began to attempt to do push ups.
Pushing his body off and on the ground sweat began to fall of his head, nose and muscles onto the cold hard tiled ground. His breath began to grow heavier and heavier, his muscles began to tire even more but it wasn’t enough. The sound of laughter still rang true in the confines of Alistair’s skull edging him, taunting him, and pushing him to train harder.
“Come on weakling, Is that all you got? Come on... break a sweat for once and stop playing around.” the first voice laughed.
Complying with the voice he pushed off with his feet until he was doing a handstand. Wincing he didn’t know how long he could hold it. Pushing downward while doing his handstand Alistair began to do his pushups. He would let his body fall down till his face was a mere inch then push himself back up to arms length. He continued to push himself downward lower and lower decreasing the distance between his face to the ground until his face was a mere 5 centimeters from the ground. He continuously tried to push himself closer but when he attempted to hit the 4 centimeter mark he ended up falling on his back.
Exhaling loudly, Alistair found what he was looking for... Silence... Unfortunately it only lasted until he caught his breath. Once he regained the air in his lungs the voices bombarded his head. They laughed, they mocked, and they jeered at his warmup. They poked fun at how light the weights he was wearing was. They laughed at the fact he was unable to close the 4 centimeter mark. They even laughed at how much he was sweating.
Feeling his rage boil inside of himself Alistair quickly got on his feet and raised his arms in a fighting stance. Gritting his teeth Alistair began to imagine an opponent standing in front of him. Hopping up and down Alistair began to throw his punches at the imaginary being. He sent multiple combinations. Left, Right, Right, Left. Jab, Kick, Jab, Jab, Uppercut. Minute by Minute Alistair sent many combinations both simple and complex, but his imaginary aspiration didn’t move nor react to the onslaught. Of course why would it, it was imaginary after all, but Alistair grunted in displeasure in the lack of movement.
His fists intensity began to increase, as did his kicks and his combinations. Alistair breath got heavier and his movement began to speed faster as he continued to will the projection to react to at least one of his hits. The projection did not move a inch. Scowling Alistair could once again hear the voices.
“HAAHHAHAH IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!!!”
“COME ON!!! You’ve got to have something”
“AHAHAHAHHA Come on, get serious.. I doubt he even felt it”
Frowning and putting as much force as he could muster into his combinations Alistair finally verbalized the words in his mind. “SHUT UP!!!” Then as if by magic the mental projection reacted. It happened so fast that Alistair couldn’t possibly recount what happened. All he knew was that at one moment he was throwing a punch at the projection and then he ended up laying flat on his back looking at the ceiling of the training room.
Feeling pissed Alistair cursed and got back on his feet to prepare for the next step in his training.
Standing in the middle of the room, Alistair began to power up. His intangible transparent white ki began to surround Alistair like a flame as he increased his power. Then Alistair began to multiply, first he multiplied into two, then four. Once Alistair’s energy dissipated he looked up to see that there were now four of him in a room.
Before he could make a stance to begin fighting he fell to one knee. Alistair cursed. His power was divided by 4 and his body felt like this was the first time he wore the weights. He could barely move, let alone stand. His clones on the other hand began to strip off the weights. The clone weights merely dissipated. Before Alistair could even attempt to gather his strength to get back up, the clones began to move.
First it was one, he started up with a powerful kick to Alistair’s stomach. As Alistair began to double over the clone lifted Alistair by his hair up to the clones face. The clone decided to let his skull collide with Alistair’s skull. Letting go of Alistair’s hair the clone sent out a brutal combination using only his fists. The combination was something Alistair would have been able to counter if it wasn’t for his reduced strength and the weights on his body. The clone rain down his fist only techniques before kicking Alistair toward the training room wall. Alistair’s back smacked into the hard cold training room wall. When he slid down he slumped over.
His clones began to move closer and closer to Alistair. The first one grabbing Alistair by the neck who at this point began to cough blood gave a familiar laugh. Alistair blinked and the clones image to Alistair began to transform. Instead of it being a mirror image of himself, the clone transformed into his brother. The other two clones that had been standing by also transformed into that same brother.
“Kail.... “ Alistair said in between coughing. Tears began to mix with his sweat as they slowly began to roll down his face. “I thought you were dead...”
“HA, I am and so will you in a few seconds.” Kail then threw Alistair in between himself and his other clones. They began to throw their fists and legs at Alistair. These combinations were different than the ones the clones had thrown before. These were salvage, unrelentless, and not one shred of mercy in any form of the word. These combinations were exactly like their user wild. As Alistair was being pounded his mind began to wander.
He remembered when he was younger, when he first came back to his lower class family. At first Kail was a nice kid, always willing to help the youngest sibling adjust to his new life, by making the youngest into the newest punching bag. True it didn’t seem like a nice thing to do to his younger sibling but in actuality he was teaching Alistair how to live in their family. Being low class Saiyans meant that everything they ate, they drank, and defecated they had to fight for. Nothing came for free, and if you didn’t have the talent you’d better put enough effort to get it yourself.
“Really? Aren’t you going to try to stop me or at least fight back? I guess what they said is right was right... You are garbage” All three Kails said simultaneously.
Now back into pseudo reality Alistair began to gather his energy and pushed it around him to interrupt his brothers combo. “HA!!!” Alistair yelled as his energy repelled his brother and his clones back a few feet, effectively interrupting his brother’s cluster of punching and kicking.
Alistair regained his fighting stance once he heard the word garbage. He’d heard that word too many times in his life. First when he had to go back to his lower class family, everyone called him garbage. When he checked his power level at the age 10 it was still insignificant, so much so that his parents and siblings thought of him as garbage.
“No.... more.. No... More...” Alistair mumbled. His voice slowly began to grow in loudness along with his rage.
“No more? no more what? You tired of training? awww is the training getting to hard for you? Does the baby need a wittle wrest?”
“THATS IT NO MORE!!!!” Alistair screamed as he jumped at Kail. As by magic Alistair began to move at a speed similar to his original form.
Throwing his fists Alistair began to scream trying to increase his power. Kail didn’t move taking every punch that Alistair sent, or at least his afterimage did. Kail could obviously see every single move Alistair did, he was good at that. He may have been the 4th strongest in the family but he had always been good at anticipating his opponents moves. Lifting his leg Kail kicked Alistair right back to his two clones.
“Still to weak.” Kail laughed.
Alistair flew over toward the clones, but this time he was ready. Once he got there he had already started moving. First he kicked one of the clones so he work over the other one. Turning to the closer one he threw his basic combination. Punch to the rib, face, then kick to mid, and finally a knee to the face. All of them landed. The clone #1 winced back from attack. Clone #2 once it recovered from the kick began to fly at Alistair’s back fist outward attempting to use his flight speed to empower his punch. Alistair didn’t move until the clone was right behind him then pushing off with his right foot he jumped over the clone and let the clone collide with clone. Then with a outstretched hand Alistair sent a energy blast powerful enough to vaporize the two clones.
Once the clones became dust Alistair felt a small amount of power come back to him. Then turning back to Kail he scowled. If Kail also regained some power then I’m screwed. He’s much faster and stronger than me so how can I beat him? Should I fight him head on or should I try a trick.... No. He would see through the trick... If I want to win.... I have to come at him like I did with the clones. I have to come at him with the will to kill.
Pushing off with his right leg Alistair jumped at Kail throwing his fists at Kail. Unfortunately his fists only hit the palm’s of Kail’s hands. Kail smiled as he threw his own fist at Alistair during the exchange. Luckily Alistair prepared for this and began to block some of his own.
“Ahh so now the baby’s got a backbone” Kail said with a large grin on his face.
Lifting his left leg Alistair threw a kick powerful enough to crush a person’s skull at Kail’s head. Kail must’ve thought to do the same thing. Taking a step back he send kick of equal height to Alistair’s kick. Unfortunately instead of hitting their intended target they collided in mid air. The collision was strong enough to shake the room.
After a few seconds Alistair and Kail jumped away from each other. Alistair was exhaling loudly and so was Kail. Kail smiled and raised his arms for once making a fighting stance. Alistair did the same. It didn’t take a genius to know what they were thinking especially from the way they looked. Kail looked a bit tired but he always had a low stamina when it came to fighting meaning he could pass out at any moment. Alistair was bleeding, tired, and had heavy weights on his body. They both had to finish this now.
“Let’s finish this.” They said simultaneously
They both lunged at each other at the same moment. As their fist collide each side grunted in displeasure. Both sides were exhausted to the point of passing out but they continued their dance of striking fists. High punch, high block, low kick, low block as if by magic or through sheer skill both sides took turns at throwing and blocking attacks. It was almost as if both sides were in perfect synergy their power creating powerful reverbs throughout the room. They were equal neither side was going to give in, not easily... and then the moment came, Kail’s guard slightly slacked, and then at that instant Alistair threw a strong punch straight at Kail stomach. Then another, and another, and another until Alistair gave one last punch to finish Kail.
Kail flew at the training wall and stayed slumped over, out cold. His form quickly returned to energy. Once Alistair’s feet touched the ground he fell on all fours. His mind began to wander, He was back, on Planet Vegeta Kail and him had just finished fighting when he was 10 and Kail was 11.
“ Alistair do you know why I bully you?”
“Yeah, cause you obviously love to beat me up”
“Well its that but have you noticed that I’m the only one that fights you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean.... In our family we fight amongst each other for everything and only each other, nothing comes free like for those Upper class.”
“Yeah and?”
“And.... No one except me fights you... “
“I still don’t get it.”
“I guess a idiot like you wouldn’t get it.”
The memory faded and Alistair was still on his knees trying to recover from the fight. Why did the memory come to his mind now? Was it his last memory of his brother? Tears began to form in Alistair’s eyes. Why tears? Was it what his brother said? Then it dawned on him. Kail was the first one to accept him into the family when he came back home, and now he was dead. Pictures of the saiyan within the simulation's life flashed before Alistair. The saiyan was a noble who fell into the lower class that much was obvious. Though within those pictures he saw the boy go through the abuse of both friends and family. Smashing his hand on the training room floor he began to strip off his armor and proceeded to leave the training room. His mind was silent and for once he wished that he could hear a voice to berate him for crying.
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Arising from the machine Alistair found tears welling in his eyes. He looked down at his hands and wondered. Can an android like me even cry? WHat is this fluid coming from my eyes. Alistair lifted himself from his pod and made his best attempts to calm down before walking out of the room towards his rest/recharging station, he was going to need all the energy possible to take out the target at the tournament.
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TAG: Alistair WORDS: Hello
NOTES: Facing any opponent OUTFIT: link
NOTES: Facing any opponent OUTFIT: link