Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ Remembering Anger ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ApocalypseBlade 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.22.2003 | Updated On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 142 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.22.2003 | Updated On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 142 | Status: Completed
Everyone evacuated into the slowly darkening evening of that day. Most girls were crying after witnessing such vile acts. The boys tried to comfort them, but without much success, for they too were quite disturbed after seeing the vile combat. Police arrived everywhere on the scene, moving everyone behind the 'sacred' yellow tape. From the crowd, they received many descriptions of the combatants, all of which were very similar. A S.W.A.T. van pulled up and loaded out with at least ten men each carrying an automatic weapon. They were not ordered to enter right away, instead, the commanding officer wanted to attempt and negotiate with the fighter within the weakened structure. To accomplish what, no one would say, but al knew it would be futile.
Mark stared hard at the stiffening corpse, almost as if he were examining the cadaver. Mark found himself getting extremely vexed for no clear reason. He felt this magnificent and at the same time, terrifying presence within him pulsating with every breath he took and with every beat of his lion-like heart. Huge waves of rage swept over him like tsunamis, most of which nearly drove Mark to succumb to this strange manifestation, but he was not that easily pushed. Mark continued to stare with his ivory eyes at the horrible visage of his beaten foe. Visions came into his mind, no, it did not simply come into his mind; it was forced into his mind. It penetrated his mental defenses, what little he had left, and projected these sights of the past:
A small dart pierced the skin of a beautiful young woman, killing her almost instantly as she fell limply into his arms. She muttered something that he could not understand to him before she finally passed. He gave off a horrible war cry that shook the ground under him, and causing all life in that place to flee for fear of loosing their lives.
The second revelation hit him with more force than the last. A giant ape was seen keep back an explosion of some kind. He was there, witnessing it all as it unfolded in front of his trembling eyes. The ape was incredibly old and yet incredibly powerful. The explosion suddenly engulfed the old deity, destroying him forever. Mark was filled with sorrow and hatred for reasons he could not explain. He had lost any semblance of control by now and exploded into an aura filled with wrath and demanding vengeance. His muscles were pumped with more blood as his body began to bulk further and further outward. His already superiorly defined body grew bigger and more definitely cut. His shirt nearly ripped under the pressure, but managed to stay intact as the body ceased to grow. Mark breathed heavily. His eyes were still white with insanity and he was completely unaware as to the activities just outside that very building.
The commander was about to demand to Mark through a mega-phone before the building erupted into golden light only to subside moments later. He saw that he was working with something that could not be negotiated with and quickly stepped over to his S.W.A.T team.
"Everybody, listen up. We've got a hostage situation. The hostage may already be dead, and the assailant appears to have a weapon of a kind I've never seen before. Once you all get in there, I want you to form a perimeter around the assailant and demand him to disarm. If he does not comply, shoot to kill. Does everybody understand?"
They all nodded with concurrence. The commander looked to the ground as the forces were deployed into the accursed edifice. He removed his hat and rubbed his baldhead with worry. He walked with very heavy steps, plodding back and forth, waiting for his men to come back… or not.
Mark knew he could be stronger than this. It was as if a primal part of his brain had awakened and fed his mind everything he needed to know. At that moment, however, his mind was telling him to be stronger. He never noticed the rather loud footsteps walking onto the forbidden floor filled with craters and blood. The men, as quietly as they could, walked onto the dance floor and encircled Mark, still looking at the floor. All weapons were on him now. Finally someone made the mistake of speaking, "Drop whatever weapons you have to the ground, we have you surrounded. Comply or we will be forced to open fire."
Mark looked up and glared at the poor soul who spoke. His grimacing face told of the death of everyone there. They had wandered into the territory of the beast, and the penalty was death. Mark bent his legs, distributing his weight equally between the two. He set his fists against his waist with the main knuckles to the floor. He flashed back into his mind, as if by reflex, all the things he knew would bring him hell-like fury.
The men saw veins begin to jut out of his head and arms. They all chambered their weapons, becoming tense and alert, ready to pull the trigger at any malicious move made by the young man.
Mark began to growl. He made a slow crescendo, as he got louder and louder and louder. He suddenly burst into a hellish roar as his aura detonated, knocking every one of them into the walls, snapping the spinal cords as they hit. Mark's muscles expanded to an enormous size. His shirt was ripped to tatters as it fell to rags on the floor. His eyes still burned white, and he felt the need to go further, but the building had had enough.
The commander watched and listened, as there was another explosion as light flashed from inside the building. He clasped his hands around his face in angered defeat, only to hear something he knew was never a good thing to hear. The building moaned and groaned, as if in pain. He knew what that meant. He immediately ordered everyone back, far away from the condemned building.
Pieces of the ceiling began to rain upon Mark's newly acquired form. He raced over to the corpse just as the ceiling fell upon him, and soon followed the walls…
The commander and all his remaining men ran as far as their donut filled bodies could carry them. The building imploded upon itself, surely killing anyone inside.
A huge wind suddenly swept all the rising dust away, leaving the ruins of the edifice. The cracks suddenly gleamed with golden light and from the rumble, Mark flew out, stopping about fifty feet above the chaotic seen, holding in his arms the ruined form of a former human. He glared down with his white eyes at the police who stared terrified at him. He threw the corpse down to them only to see the chamber their pistols.
"OPEN FIRE!!" The commander called. Immediately, the officers rained fire upon the glowing demon. The bullets simply ricocheted off the hulk, pissing him off further. Mark screamed as he fell to the ground, breaking into the surface two feet and causing a rippling effect on the area around him, forcing the ground to crack and erupt. The officers lost their balance completely as Mark suddenly thrust his arms to the sides and ignited a blast that destroyed any life there had once been in their radii. One last officer, though petrified with fear, took the initiative and whipped put his nightstick, preparing a strike. He swung with all his might, only to have it blocked by Mark's forearm. With the same arm, Mark swung at the officer, hitting him with a back fist and sending him flying. The officer's body collided with the grimacing bronze stature of the school's mascot' His upper body continued to smash into the actual face of the visage while his lower body, having been cut but the 'X' formation, dropped to the base of the statue. Mark smiled as he watched the blood flow from the fresh wounds. He reveled in the pleasure the slaughter brought to him, and with one last war cry of supremacy, he exploded into a barbaric howl that shook the ground under him and all those who came to the even expecting a dance. The cry was blood curling as the final decibel was reached and the noise subsided. Mark looked to them all with a demonic grin as if to say, who's next…
For those of you who are saying, "Statue? What statue? I had updated chapter six before I posted seven and added the statue for this sole reason. Hope you like it.
-ApocalypseBlade
Mark stared hard at the stiffening corpse, almost as if he were examining the cadaver. Mark found himself getting extremely vexed for no clear reason. He felt this magnificent and at the same time, terrifying presence within him pulsating with every breath he took and with every beat of his lion-like heart. Huge waves of rage swept over him like tsunamis, most of which nearly drove Mark to succumb to this strange manifestation, but he was not that easily pushed. Mark continued to stare with his ivory eyes at the horrible visage of his beaten foe. Visions came into his mind, no, it did not simply come into his mind; it was forced into his mind. It penetrated his mental defenses, what little he had left, and projected these sights of the past:
A small dart pierced the skin of a beautiful young woman, killing her almost instantly as she fell limply into his arms. She muttered something that he could not understand to him before she finally passed. He gave off a horrible war cry that shook the ground under him, and causing all life in that place to flee for fear of loosing their lives.
The second revelation hit him with more force than the last. A giant ape was seen keep back an explosion of some kind. He was there, witnessing it all as it unfolded in front of his trembling eyes. The ape was incredibly old and yet incredibly powerful. The explosion suddenly engulfed the old deity, destroying him forever. Mark was filled with sorrow and hatred for reasons he could not explain. He had lost any semblance of control by now and exploded into an aura filled with wrath and demanding vengeance. His muscles were pumped with more blood as his body began to bulk further and further outward. His already superiorly defined body grew bigger and more definitely cut. His shirt nearly ripped under the pressure, but managed to stay intact as the body ceased to grow. Mark breathed heavily. His eyes were still white with insanity and he was completely unaware as to the activities just outside that very building.
The commander was about to demand to Mark through a mega-phone before the building erupted into golden light only to subside moments later. He saw that he was working with something that could not be negotiated with and quickly stepped over to his S.W.A.T team.
"Everybody, listen up. We've got a hostage situation. The hostage may already be dead, and the assailant appears to have a weapon of a kind I've never seen before. Once you all get in there, I want you to form a perimeter around the assailant and demand him to disarm. If he does not comply, shoot to kill. Does everybody understand?"
They all nodded with concurrence. The commander looked to the ground as the forces were deployed into the accursed edifice. He removed his hat and rubbed his baldhead with worry. He walked with very heavy steps, plodding back and forth, waiting for his men to come back… or not.
Mark knew he could be stronger than this. It was as if a primal part of his brain had awakened and fed his mind everything he needed to know. At that moment, however, his mind was telling him to be stronger. He never noticed the rather loud footsteps walking onto the forbidden floor filled with craters and blood. The men, as quietly as they could, walked onto the dance floor and encircled Mark, still looking at the floor. All weapons were on him now. Finally someone made the mistake of speaking, "Drop whatever weapons you have to the ground, we have you surrounded. Comply or we will be forced to open fire."
Mark looked up and glared at the poor soul who spoke. His grimacing face told of the death of everyone there. They had wandered into the territory of the beast, and the penalty was death. Mark bent his legs, distributing his weight equally between the two. He set his fists against his waist with the main knuckles to the floor. He flashed back into his mind, as if by reflex, all the things he knew would bring him hell-like fury.
The men saw veins begin to jut out of his head and arms. They all chambered their weapons, becoming tense and alert, ready to pull the trigger at any malicious move made by the young man.
Mark began to growl. He made a slow crescendo, as he got louder and louder and louder. He suddenly burst into a hellish roar as his aura detonated, knocking every one of them into the walls, snapping the spinal cords as they hit. Mark's muscles expanded to an enormous size. His shirt was ripped to tatters as it fell to rags on the floor. His eyes still burned white, and he felt the need to go further, but the building had had enough.
The commander watched and listened, as there was another explosion as light flashed from inside the building. He clasped his hands around his face in angered defeat, only to hear something he knew was never a good thing to hear. The building moaned and groaned, as if in pain. He knew what that meant. He immediately ordered everyone back, far away from the condemned building.
Pieces of the ceiling began to rain upon Mark's newly acquired form. He raced over to the corpse just as the ceiling fell upon him, and soon followed the walls…
The commander and all his remaining men ran as far as their donut filled bodies could carry them. The building imploded upon itself, surely killing anyone inside.
A huge wind suddenly swept all the rising dust away, leaving the ruins of the edifice. The cracks suddenly gleamed with golden light and from the rumble, Mark flew out, stopping about fifty feet above the chaotic seen, holding in his arms the ruined form of a former human. He glared down with his white eyes at the police who stared terrified at him. He threw the corpse down to them only to see the chamber their pistols.
"OPEN FIRE!!" The commander called. Immediately, the officers rained fire upon the glowing demon. The bullets simply ricocheted off the hulk, pissing him off further. Mark screamed as he fell to the ground, breaking into the surface two feet and causing a rippling effect on the area around him, forcing the ground to crack and erupt. The officers lost their balance completely as Mark suddenly thrust his arms to the sides and ignited a blast that destroyed any life there had once been in their radii. One last officer, though petrified with fear, took the initiative and whipped put his nightstick, preparing a strike. He swung with all his might, only to have it blocked by Mark's forearm. With the same arm, Mark swung at the officer, hitting him with a back fist and sending him flying. The officer's body collided with the grimacing bronze stature of the school's mascot' His upper body continued to smash into the actual face of the visage while his lower body, having been cut but the 'X' formation, dropped to the base of the statue. Mark smiled as he watched the blood flow from the fresh wounds. He reveled in the pleasure the slaughter brought to him, and with one last war cry of supremacy, he exploded into a barbaric howl that shook the ground under him and all those who came to the even expecting a dance. The cry was blood curling as the final decibel was reached and the noise subsided. Mark looked to them all with a demonic grin as if to say, who's next…
For those of you who are saying, "Statue? What statue? I had updated chapter six before I posted seven and added the statue for this sole reason. Hope you like it.
-ApocalypseBlade