Post by Callio on Dec 18, 2015 14:42:57 GMT
hands of time
DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON
Drip...drip...drip... The sound echoed inside of the young half breed's mind. It grew louder and louder each time the tiny droplets of water hit against the cave floor. He wasn't sure how much longer the'd able to withstand it. He had already spent four hours of his time sitting perfectly still on the ground. Legs folded against each other and his eyes closed as he attempt to draw forth power hidden deep within himself. It wasn't like he wanted to spend his time doing this; it just happened to be the only thing he could do. His father, Kail, had led him to this cave far away from home and left after giving him instructions to wait inside until he returned. As previously mentioned that had been four long hours ago.
It was somewhere along the two hour mark that the eleven year old had decided that meditating was going to be the best way to pass the time. It was better that allowing the anger that was boiling up inside of him to take over. His Father hadn't exactly been the best parent in the world but he had never just left him like this; this...was a new low for the Saiyan Kail. It was as these thoughts rolled around inside of his head and his Ki began to rise that he finally began to pick up on the sound footsteps. His ears twitching slightly as the person approaching drew closer to his destination. It was only when Callio was sure the person was within striking distance that his eyes darted open and his aura explode as he dashed forward with incredible speed. His elbow was posed to strike against the intruder's stomach; and it might had worked if the male figure hadn't sensed the attack coming.
Callio's elbow was caught within the older male's iron grip; and he scoffed "Poor execution." spoke his father, his voice deep and gritty. Kail tossed his son aside like a ragdoll flinging him towards the nearby wall. The young half breed hit against cave wall with enough force to leave a tiny impact crater behind. He let out a sharp yell and a scarlet liquid launched itself from his lips. His body then fell limply out from the wall.
His father approached slowly, arms crossed and tightly pressed against his Saiyan Armor. "You're a worthless excuse for a Saiyan if that one toss has done you in boy."
Shortly after his father finished speaking did Callio push himself up from the ground and whip the blood from his face. Why did he always have to insult him? Couldn't he try being positive for once? His mother treated him far kinder than his father and while the results she got weren't nearly as a staggering; he liked her method more. It actually made him feel like a person and not some weapon for war.
"Do you hate me?"
A long pause filled the air between them before Callio spoke, "Yes." it was a harsh thing for a son to do. Hate his own father, but it was the only way to describe how Callio felt about Kail. The man was cruel to him and abused him at every chance that he got. It wasn't just physical abuse either, Kail mental abused his son as well. There were rarely moments where Callio didn't feel like he was trash when dealing with father. Thus hatred was born; and that was just what Kail wanted. He wanted the hatred to grow within his son's heart, wanted to the very thing that his child feared.
"Good. Because I want you to use that hate to get stronger." Kail brought one of his hands outward and allowed for his ki to flow from his body and into the his palm. A shiny red sphere of energy began to hover above his hand as he gazed towards his son, "Anger, Hatred, and Pride all of these emotions can make you stronger. If you harness them and allow them to feed you with strength you can reach a state of power far beyond anything you can imagine." The sphere within Kail's hands grew larger before it was quickly sucked back into the Saiyan's body. The large and intimidating male took a step forward and allowed for his own anger to fill his eyes. "I want you to come at me with everything. I want you to let all that hatred you're feeling flow free and empower you. If you don't I will kill you." and then he dashed forward giving Callio little time to react to his father's incoming punch.
The redhead brought his arms up into a cross just in time to block the brutal punch from his father. The amount of pain currently coursing through his arms was a lot and had he been completely human he wasn't entirely sure he'd have been able to handle it. It wasn't like it matter anyway. Callio didn't have nearly enough time to focus on the pain as his father continued his assault.. A barrage of punches hit against Callio's guard and each time a fist hit against him he grew angrier. "You want me to let it out, to let my anger and hatred consume me? THEN FINE!" Callio let out a might roar and his Ki exploding outward and pushing his father back. The aura that surrounded the young boy grew violent in nature and flicked almost as if he was surrounded in nothing but flame. His father was able to feel the level of power escaping from his son and could nothing but grin as the power washed over him. The floor beneath Callio's feet crack from the weight of his power. None of it matter though. Callio had allowed himself to become lost in rage and he dashed forward blindly attacking his father with his full force.
Each punch in his flurry of blows landed against his father's body. First the chest, then the stomach, then the chest, then the face, then the stomach, and finally Callio built his Ki up within the palms of his hands. His body flying upward as a sphere appeared within the gaps between them and he pushed them forward, "BLOODY CANNON!" a beam of red energy shot forth and enveloped his father. He hovered in the air waiting for the dust from his onslaught to settle, his mind racing with hopes that he had managed to end his father.
He was disappointed that man was still standing, hardly damaged by his attack once the dust settled. Callio's breaths were heavy as he floated towards the ground; a hand gripped tightly against his right arm. "W-why...why can't I hurt you." he heard his father laugh and then step forward
"Because you've only just scratched the surface of your power boy. Now...we shall allow you to reach the full thing."
TO BE CONTINUED.
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