Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 2:52:21 GMT
The cold of space brushed against the smooth metal that surrounded the circular pod holding a purple tinted male. Asleep, content and snoring with a smug grin plastered across his chiseled feature. Clearly dreaming of paralyzing the man who raised him before destroying the spinal chord connecting his neck and skull. Perhaps it was the sense of victory that fueled his wicked action, some kind of high. All the Brenchian knew, was that it felt absolutely magical to slaughter another lifeform with a single chop. Imagine what he could do with a Ki-based attack?! It would be bloodshed all around, a literal bloodbath would become of all that he would come across.
The very idea dawned on the man, resulting in a dark laugh to escape his lips. The laugh itself, very evil and reeking of vile intention, lasted only a few minutes, ending with a slight fade. The Brenchian fell into pure sleep sooner than he thought, mouth going straight and eyes shut, brows resting and showing no emotion.
The one thing that awoke the purple man was a loud beep. Constant and annoying in sound. It forced the once relaxed eyes of the man to jut open with annoyance. His mouth breaking into a crooked frown, the darkness of his pod illuminated by a flashing red light. Cold and lifeless, he looked to his sides, still drowsy and tired. His gloved hands rubbing against his eyelids to wake himself and clear out any crust that filled his tear ducts. Taking a few minutes, Pikko kicked the clamped down space pods door with a great force. The circle shaped piece of furniture being sent flying far back..
..Pikko stepped out. His shadow cast by the gleaming sun. Though disappearing quickly, the weather becoming overcast. Strange, the weather would shift so quickly. Back on Coola No. 98, it was always perfect in weather, both of the moons balancing out the weather. Like that of Yin and Yang. Blinking, the purple man looked around once more, questioning where in the Hell he was. The setting appeared to be..baron. No other life forms around to greet him, much to his dismay. However, it did free him to devise a hideous plan. The landscape also appeared to rocky and poor, dunes of sand and boulders stacked on boulders. Pinpoint, some kind of desert.
This desert was lifeless, only a few animals passing Pikko by. It'd be hard to catch the many mice that ran by him..for a mere human or idiot. The gravity on Coola was ten times the gravity on Earth; perhaps more! Meaning: the Brenchian would be as fast as a bullet train. Sating his sadistic urge, the man dropped to his knee before taking off like a bolt of lightning. A blur of pink and purple following his near invisible form as white hands grabbed struggling mice tails in clumps. Slowing, Pikko toss the mammals into the air, laughing horrendously as he blasted a single burst of ki at the poor creatures. Eradicating them on the spot, the nowhere near satisfied Brench smirking. Spitting, the male locked sight on the blown to smithereen animals.
"Feh," He chortled. "Nice fireworks."
His hand returned to his breastplate, his smirk fading with time. The Gallón descendant turned from the sight, rushing forward like before to grab a desert fox from its feast. The helpless animal yelping and yipping for help. How pathetic. With no mercy, Pikko tossed that animal as well, destroying every atom with a mere blast from his palm. His disgusting laugh booming through the Diablo Desert. This little game of destruction fueled his sadistic gauge little by little. But this wasn't enough. He needed more! Puny animals didn't scream and beg like the insects that were humanoids!
"I need more. This little game won't sate my thirst!"
Pikko returned his hands to his side. Though rising as a whole into the air. This large planet must have had others inhabitants that weren't animals. If they weren't animals, that meant they were similar to him. And if they were similar to him, then they could scream and beg for their lives- unlike him. This was perfect! Absolutely stupendous!! Motivated, the Brenchian charged up as much ki as he could, the purple and electric flame energised into pure energy, pushing into his bloodstream. This converted into exhilaration and adrenaline. The adrenaline rush punched Pikko into overdrive. The male bursting into a mad dash toward the nearest city by.
Nothing. Purely desert for the next hundred or so miles. Absolutely infuriating!! More looking! The next few thousands of miles led the man toward the next continent over. His pupils shaking quickly, almost insanely. It was terrifying from up front, to see this apparently collected man to absolutely lose it just to satisfy some kind of internal gauge. His form shredded quickly with the built up speed, the Violet Passion turning into nothing as his adrenaline went bonkers. His face was awful, eyebrows crooked in an angry look, while his pupils shook and mouth open wide but teeth grit in a large smile. The look of a true madman.
His internal bar was going wild. If it was visible or tangible, the red fill would have been going past the bars. His search ended quickly, the man's adrenaline still bursting. Where did he find himself? The city itself was large: Perfect. Images of 'super heroes' and 'celebrities' decorated the land. It was a city of attention, apparently. While Pikko didnt realise it, he was actually at South Citt. Even from the height he was at, Pikko could see all the humans walking around and enjoying their days alike. Everyone happy. Chatter about. The Brenchian lowered himself, the insane look still rampant. With a large intake of air, his next move would be devastating to the citizens of the city.
"Eheh..hehe..haha..hahaha!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Pikko's laughter seemed to stop everything. The men, women and children looking into the sky frantically. Their fears were met quickly, several explosions dropping in every single direction and square mile. People screamed as a result. Perfect!! The shrieks of children and shouts of men alike made Pikko laugh louder. His hands slashing at the air, open and allowing bursts of ki to leave him. His open handed throws were in a rhythm, the handsome evil growing more and more motivated with each toss. The yellow spheres moving quickly into the city to explode and eradicate the civilians. Their bodies flew, lifeless husks decorating the city at this point. One by one, family by family, no one was safe! His hands turned to fists, his middle and index fingers standing now.
Similar to a past villain, narrow and pink fingerbeams rocketed from his fingertips. A wild laugh leaving the Brenchian as he destroyed all in sight. "Why, these fireworks are amazing!! Absolutely stupendous, if I say so myself!! Bwahahahahaha!!!! Dance, dance, insects!!" Pikko demanded the panicked citizens, his fingerbeams blasting their limbs off in a gruesome fashion. Leaving men to bleed out, leaving children in peaces and women to watch before being met by individual spheres of ki. His erratic laugh echoing more through the skies as the air force was finally called to end this threat. This only encouraged Pikko. His sights put on the army coming for him. Darting toward the jets, Pikko spit on their windows before throwing each vehicle at one another before ending the injured pilots in a flashy end. Firing at the jets, the assault ended soon.
It was time to end the population of humans, their cries for mercy encouraged his actions. Taking a few terrifying seconds, Pikko entered a specific pose. His hand raised and fingers up. A small bolt was created, electric and expanding into a sphere size. The size growing, bigger and bigger, larger and larger. His grin growing the way his attack did. The pink sphere growing to the size of an average home in seconds! Before long, Pikko grabbed the ball into a mere bolt of electricity before tossing it down downward in a knuckle-ball fashion.
"HYPERION DESTRUCTION MAXIMUS!!!"
As the ball spiraled down, crashing into the city with no hint of mercy. The blast destroying everything in sight, the screams echoing and sounding like music to Pikko's ears. The screams lasted for hours, his laugh overlapping them over time. His laugh bursting the noise into bits until all went silent.
Brenchian Terror was afoot.