Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 0:34:36 GMT
Tenka'ichi Budōkai Grounds, the dead of night.
The area was dark save for the moon that illuminated the large square shaped arena. It was dead silent with only the sound of crickets filling the area. The animals, the people, even the plants, they were all sound asleep, all except for one figure that sat there in the middle of the arena. The figure was none other then Marcel Law, a Demonic Saiyan hybrid who was born, and raised on this planet. He sat there with his legs folded, and hands on his knees as he stared out forward. He still wasn't sure if he, or anyone were allowed in this area after hours, but how things went last time, he wasn't as nervous about breaking any laws here as he was during his last visit. He wasn't here to simply admire the grounds like last time however. This is where he was going to do it. Where he was going to....
Face his inner 'demons'.
That inner rage the hybrid has deep within him has plagued him ever since his step father died a few years ago due to an illness. Was this 'anger' a result of the man's death, Marcel wondered. He had never had much time to think abut this on his own in the past, mainly because he wanted to deny ever having such an unholy ability within him, but after his run in with Shemha, he learned that running away from this wasn't the answer. He had to tackle this head on if he wishes to destroy this other side of him, so that there would be nothing holding him back from trying to protect this planet he calls home.
After some thinking, Marcel has figured out the perfect way of handling this, and believed that the place where many powerful warriors, and heroes did battle against each other would be the perfect place to do this. He was going to meditate these 'demons' from out pf him. He's already tried to use meditation as a way to stop this, but instead he was using it to block these problems instead of out right destroying them. He wasn't completely sure if if this would be effective enough, or even effective at all for that matter, but he won't know unless he tries of course. His eyes slowly closed as he breathed in then out.
It was time to explore the dark side of his on mind.
This technique was something his step father taught him, and possibly something most others used. The ability to dive deep down into one's own mind. His step father said it was a key to true peace. Now, it was time to truly test that theory. Marcel found himself standing in the middle of pitch black darkness, a completely empty void. "Hmmm..." Marcel began to walk, and although it felt like he was moving, it appeared like he wasn't. Law then stopped, finally realizing how ridiculous this seemed. "...Perhaps this wasn't the right way to go about it..." he began to have second thoughts. Never has he ever explored this side of his mind, only the good half as a way to temporally get away from his problem. Before he could leave however, the hybrid picked up a noise that sounded a lot like water, dripping onto something solid. Marcel turned around to where the noise was coming from, and began to walk. Although it still appeared like he was walking in place, the sounds grew louder, meaning that he was getting closer. He then noticed something different about the sound when he grew closer, causing him to halt. There was a faint sound of whimpering accompanying the sound. The hybrid lowered his eyes before he continued, speeding up some as his 'heroic' instincts kicked in.
His walking slowed as his eyes finally fixed on something that wasn't pitch darkness. It appeared to be a dim light from an unknown source shining down on what appeared to be a small child sitting with his face buried into his knees. The boy's hair was a familiar messy midnight black. "H-hey?" Marcel tried calling out to the boy. He oddly felt hesitant instead of his normal quick to go in, and solve the problem attitude, but he urged himself to move in closer until he was behind the crying child. "Is everything...okay?" he asked, kneeling down. "Please, don't cr-" as he placed a hand on the child's shoulders, the boy raised his head, slowly turning around until he was facing Marcel whose eyes widened as the hybrid gazed upon the child. The boy was covered in familiar black spots while his eyes were pitch black, water pouring down from each side. In a panic, Marcel backed away from the warped, familiar looking child only to fall back first onto the ground....
or so he thought...
Marcel instead found himself falling through the ground, a single shine of light pouring down from the area the hybrid fell through with the child peeking over until everything went to dark, the only thing being heard is the hybrid's screaming until it suddenly went quiet. For a few seconds there was nothing, but then there was light. Marcel found himself back first on the ground with his eyes shut. His eyes then shot open, quickly sitting up in the process as he tried to process what had just happened. "What...what was that back there?" he questioned until his eyes began to wander. He noticed that he wasn't in a void anymore, but instead a hallway with a clear white ground, and lockers on each end along with doors. Was he in a school? It appeared to be so, but there was something else about it, something...familiar. The hybrid returned to his feet, and started to walk, the echoes of his feet tapping against the floor filling the area. He walked for a few minutes down this seemingly endless hall until he stopped in front of a door. It looked just like any other classroom door here, but there was something about it that just drew the hybrid to it. Through the window of the door, Marcel could see a group of children, huddled around someone, laughing. He didn't know why, but he had this urge that he needed to go in there, so without a second thought he opened the door, biting his lower lip in the process.
Once he stepped in, the children stopped laughing, and all turned to face him, their expressions being a mixture of confused, and annoyed. Marcel looked at each child with an eyebrow raised until he noticed one child who was curled up on the floor, shivering in fear. "Hey. What happened to him?" he asked, but the other kids just stared at the hybrid before them. The child on the ground then rose up behind the other kids, revealing his familiar black hair which covered his black spotted face. His head slowly tilted up until he revealed his eyes which glowed bright red with a sinister smile on his face.
"Children, look out!" Marcel yelled as he attempted to dive in to save them, but instead he found himself being forced out of the classroom by an invisible force, the door slamming shut on his way out as faint screams could be heard. Marcel was in shock as he heard the screams, finding himself sent through another door that led him back into the darkness, but was able to land on his feet this time around. He tried running towards the door, but as he got close enough, and attempted to get a grasp on the doorknob, the door vanished. "That child...." he muttered as he began to put his thoughts together. "I know him..." he stared up to where the door once was.
"Do you really....?" a calm voice questioned from the shadows, causing Marcel to quickly turn around. "Who's here?" Marcel questioned as he got into a fighting stance. "Because I don't think you do..." the voice continued, ignoring Marcel's question. "You know nothing, Marcel..." the hybrid's eyes rose a bit at the sound of his name being uttered. "How do you know my name? Where are you!?" Marcel raised his voice a bit. "A poor soul who wishes to go against his genes, who attempts to fight what he is suppose to be all for the sake of wanting to protect a world...that doesn't even want him?" the voice laughed sarcastically as Marcel clenched his fists. A shadow then rose from the pitch black ground behind Marcel who quickly reacted by quickly turning around, and bouncing back a bit, still in a battle position. "Tell me, Marcel. Why are you so afraid?" it asked. The figure then took shape until it formed into a shadowy image of the hybrid himself, appearing completely black saved for the glowing red eyes. Marcel's breathing then began to grow heavy as he watched the being stand before him rather calm.
"Why are you so afraid....of yourself? Why try, and destroy what you don't understand?" the figure said as he took a step towards the hybrid who in return took a step back. "I-I DO understand....If this...if you continue to exist, then innocent people will get hurt, or worse." Marcel claimed. The figure chuckled a bit before crossing its arms. "Do you really care about these people, or are you just trying to run from the truth? Marcel, we both saw it....how you really felt about those who tormented you when you were young. They aren't any different from the rest of the world. Eventually they will all turn on you, Marcel which is why I'm here. To handle this situation when the time comes." the figure explained as it stood there, a sinister grin lighting up on its face. "Y-you're lying. Sure, people will shun me for what I am, but I will not become a monster over it. I made a vow that I would protect these people, and this wonderful planet....My step father loved this planet...so I will cherish it too." Marcel claimed, staring right into the figure's soulless eyes.
"Yes....your step father....I see now. The fool who showed you that you could be 'anything you wanted' and now you believe you owe him your life. So this is why you do it." the figure explained. "Don't you dare speak of him..." Marcel demanded as he glared at the figure. "I see. I suppose talking you into it wasn't the correct choice....I'll just go ahead, and end you right here...Then I'll be free to do what ever I want." the figure spoke before suddenly charging towards Marcel. With a shadowy coated fist raised up, the figure was ready to do Marcel in until it was suddenly stopped by Marcel grabbing onto said fist. "You....called him a fool..." Marcel said with an unforgiving expression on his face as the figure looked back with a bit of shock. "No one is allowed to speak ill..." the hybrids hand was now coated in dark aura. "Of him...." Without warning, the aura grew bigger until a large burst of dark ki was sent forward, engulfing the screaming figure within it.
Once it was over, the figure laid there on the floor, motionless as Marcel stood over it. "I am no longer afraid...." he claimed as he faced one of his palms towards the weakened foe. "I will end you for good...." but just before he could do anything, the figure quickly grabbed the hybrid's wrist before laughing. "End me....? You can't get rid of me so easily...." the figure claimed as it started to form into a shadow once again, engulfing Marcel who seemed to visibly be in pain during the process.
"Despite your misguided view on this insignificant planet...you've impressed me, or rather you impressed yourself. You've earned the rights to control m- your power....for now that is...." the figure's laugh echoed as Marcel groaned in pain until he suddenly found himself 'back' at the arena. Marcel quickly stood up, and took a good look around. It was still night, and everything was quiet. He then looked down at one of his hands It appeared as everything was as it should be, and that nothing happened at all, but he could feel it, a new reservoir of power at his beckoning.
But he didn't know what to make of it however....He went in with the goal of wanting to destroy his inner rage, but instead he came out of it with the ability to control it. Either way, he now doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone who doesn't deserve it....
But why does this all still feel so wrong...?
The area was dark save for the moon that illuminated the large square shaped arena. It was dead silent with only the sound of crickets filling the area. The animals, the people, even the plants, they were all sound asleep, all except for one figure that sat there in the middle of the arena. The figure was none other then Marcel Law, a Demonic Saiyan hybrid who was born, and raised on this planet. He sat there with his legs folded, and hands on his knees as he stared out forward. He still wasn't sure if he, or anyone were allowed in this area after hours, but how things went last time, he wasn't as nervous about breaking any laws here as he was during his last visit. He wasn't here to simply admire the grounds like last time however. This is where he was going to do it. Where he was going to....
Face his inner 'demons'.
That inner rage the hybrid has deep within him has plagued him ever since his step father died a few years ago due to an illness. Was this 'anger' a result of the man's death, Marcel wondered. He had never had much time to think abut this on his own in the past, mainly because he wanted to deny ever having such an unholy ability within him, but after his run in with Shemha, he learned that running away from this wasn't the answer. He had to tackle this head on if he wishes to destroy this other side of him, so that there would be nothing holding him back from trying to protect this planet he calls home.
After some thinking, Marcel has figured out the perfect way of handling this, and believed that the place where many powerful warriors, and heroes did battle against each other would be the perfect place to do this. He was going to meditate these 'demons' from out pf him. He's already tried to use meditation as a way to stop this, but instead he was using it to block these problems instead of out right destroying them. He wasn't completely sure if if this would be effective enough, or even effective at all for that matter, but he won't know unless he tries of course. His eyes slowly closed as he breathed in then out.
It was time to explore the dark side of his on mind.
This technique was something his step father taught him, and possibly something most others used. The ability to dive deep down into one's own mind. His step father said it was a key to true peace. Now, it was time to truly test that theory. Marcel found himself standing in the middle of pitch black darkness, a completely empty void. "Hmmm..." Marcel began to walk, and although it felt like he was moving, it appeared like he wasn't. Law then stopped, finally realizing how ridiculous this seemed. "...Perhaps this wasn't the right way to go about it..." he began to have second thoughts. Never has he ever explored this side of his mind, only the good half as a way to temporally get away from his problem. Before he could leave however, the hybrid picked up a noise that sounded a lot like water, dripping onto something solid. Marcel turned around to where the noise was coming from, and began to walk. Although it still appeared like he was walking in place, the sounds grew louder, meaning that he was getting closer. He then noticed something different about the sound when he grew closer, causing him to halt. There was a faint sound of whimpering accompanying the sound. The hybrid lowered his eyes before he continued, speeding up some as his 'heroic' instincts kicked in.
His walking slowed as his eyes finally fixed on something that wasn't pitch darkness. It appeared to be a dim light from an unknown source shining down on what appeared to be a small child sitting with his face buried into his knees. The boy's hair was a familiar messy midnight black. "H-hey?" Marcel tried calling out to the boy. He oddly felt hesitant instead of his normal quick to go in, and solve the problem attitude, but he urged himself to move in closer until he was behind the crying child. "Is everything...okay?" he asked, kneeling down. "Please, don't cr-" as he placed a hand on the child's shoulders, the boy raised his head, slowly turning around until he was facing Marcel whose eyes widened as the hybrid gazed upon the child. The boy was covered in familiar black spots while his eyes were pitch black, water pouring down from each side. In a panic, Marcel backed away from the warped, familiar looking child only to fall back first onto the ground....
or so he thought...
Marcel instead found himself falling through the ground, a single shine of light pouring down from the area the hybrid fell through with the child peeking over until everything went to dark, the only thing being heard is the hybrid's screaming until it suddenly went quiet. For a few seconds there was nothing, but then there was light. Marcel found himself back first on the ground with his eyes shut. His eyes then shot open, quickly sitting up in the process as he tried to process what had just happened. "What...what was that back there?" he questioned until his eyes began to wander. He noticed that he wasn't in a void anymore, but instead a hallway with a clear white ground, and lockers on each end along with doors. Was he in a school? It appeared to be so, but there was something else about it, something...familiar. The hybrid returned to his feet, and started to walk, the echoes of his feet tapping against the floor filling the area. He walked for a few minutes down this seemingly endless hall until he stopped in front of a door. It looked just like any other classroom door here, but there was something about it that just drew the hybrid to it. Through the window of the door, Marcel could see a group of children, huddled around someone, laughing. He didn't know why, but he had this urge that he needed to go in there, so without a second thought he opened the door, biting his lower lip in the process.
Once he stepped in, the children stopped laughing, and all turned to face him, their expressions being a mixture of confused, and annoyed. Marcel looked at each child with an eyebrow raised until he noticed one child who was curled up on the floor, shivering in fear. "Hey. What happened to him?" he asked, but the other kids just stared at the hybrid before them. The child on the ground then rose up behind the other kids, revealing his familiar black hair which covered his black spotted face. His head slowly tilted up until he revealed his eyes which glowed bright red with a sinister smile on his face.
"Children, look out!" Marcel yelled as he attempted to dive in to save them, but instead he found himself being forced out of the classroom by an invisible force, the door slamming shut on his way out as faint screams could be heard. Marcel was in shock as he heard the screams, finding himself sent through another door that led him back into the darkness, but was able to land on his feet this time around. He tried running towards the door, but as he got close enough, and attempted to get a grasp on the doorknob, the door vanished. "That child...." he muttered as he began to put his thoughts together. "I know him..." he stared up to where the door once was.
"Do you really....?" a calm voice questioned from the shadows, causing Marcel to quickly turn around. "Who's here?" Marcel questioned as he got into a fighting stance. "Because I don't think you do..." the voice continued, ignoring Marcel's question. "You know nothing, Marcel..." the hybrid's eyes rose a bit at the sound of his name being uttered. "How do you know my name? Where are you!?" Marcel raised his voice a bit. "A poor soul who wishes to go against his genes, who attempts to fight what he is suppose to be all for the sake of wanting to protect a world...that doesn't even want him?" the voice laughed sarcastically as Marcel clenched his fists. A shadow then rose from the pitch black ground behind Marcel who quickly reacted by quickly turning around, and bouncing back a bit, still in a battle position. "Tell me, Marcel. Why are you so afraid?" it asked. The figure then took shape until it formed into a shadowy image of the hybrid himself, appearing completely black saved for the glowing red eyes. Marcel's breathing then began to grow heavy as he watched the being stand before him rather calm.
"Why are you so afraid....of yourself? Why try, and destroy what you don't understand?" the figure said as he took a step towards the hybrid who in return took a step back. "I-I DO understand....If this...if you continue to exist, then innocent people will get hurt, or worse." Marcel claimed. The figure chuckled a bit before crossing its arms. "Do you really care about these people, or are you just trying to run from the truth? Marcel, we both saw it....how you really felt about those who tormented you when you were young. They aren't any different from the rest of the world. Eventually they will all turn on you, Marcel which is why I'm here. To handle this situation when the time comes." the figure explained as it stood there, a sinister grin lighting up on its face. "Y-you're lying. Sure, people will shun me for what I am, but I will not become a monster over it. I made a vow that I would protect these people, and this wonderful planet....My step father loved this planet...so I will cherish it too." Marcel claimed, staring right into the figure's soulless eyes.
"Yes....your step father....I see now. The fool who showed you that you could be 'anything you wanted' and now you believe you owe him your life. So this is why you do it." the figure explained. "Don't you dare speak of him..." Marcel demanded as he glared at the figure. "I see. I suppose talking you into it wasn't the correct choice....I'll just go ahead, and end you right here...Then I'll be free to do what ever I want." the figure spoke before suddenly charging towards Marcel. With a shadowy coated fist raised up, the figure was ready to do Marcel in until it was suddenly stopped by Marcel grabbing onto said fist. "You....called him a fool..." Marcel said with an unforgiving expression on his face as the figure looked back with a bit of shock. "No one is allowed to speak ill..." the hybrids hand was now coated in dark aura. "Of him...." Without warning, the aura grew bigger until a large burst of dark ki was sent forward, engulfing the screaming figure within it.
Once it was over, the figure laid there on the floor, motionless as Marcel stood over it. "I am no longer afraid...." he claimed as he faced one of his palms towards the weakened foe. "I will end you for good...." but just before he could do anything, the figure quickly grabbed the hybrid's wrist before laughing. "End me....? You can't get rid of me so easily...." the figure claimed as it started to form into a shadow once again, engulfing Marcel who seemed to visibly be in pain during the process.
"Despite your misguided view on this insignificant planet...you've impressed me, or rather you impressed yourself. You've earned the rights to control m- your power....for now that is...." the figure's laugh echoed as Marcel groaned in pain until he suddenly found himself 'back' at the arena. Marcel quickly stood up, and took a good look around. It was still night, and everything was quiet. He then looked down at one of his hands It appeared as everything was as it should be, and that nothing happened at all, but he could feel it, a new reservoir of power at his beckoning.
But he didn't know what to make of it however....He went in with the goal of wanting to destroy his inner rage, but instead he came out of it with the ability to control it. Either way, he now doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone who doesn't deserve it....
But why does this all still feel so wrong...?