Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sainan no Kekka ❯ Regrets Revealed ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
OKIES everyone I want to thanks any one who reads this....err....it' my first!! If anyone has any idea or input of any kind don't be afraid to holla out at me!! I so very much enjoyed witting this and reading everyone else's works here. Now enough of my ramblings..here you go....
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here except Asira's character..she is mine, but I will share with anyone who wants to write her. With my permission of course. ONCE AGAIN....I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL...DRAGONBALL Z....OR DRAGONBALL GT.
Sainan no Kekka
(A/N: This story had a complex dialog setting and I am sorry if it confuses anyone. It just happened that way..the fingers have a mind of their own when stroking keys. So basically, the point of views bounce between the characters in that particular scene. Have fun everyone!)
Prologue
Regrets revealed
I just don't get it? What would possess someone to do the things they do, the evils of the world weight heavy on my soul. How many times have I taken a life, killed a loved one of someone, or hurt something for the sheer joy of it? Too many I am guessing, if I am sitting here thinking about it. At the time they seemed like a good idea, right, that's what everyone says that has ever committed a crime.
Looking now, above me at the stars, do even they judge me? Probably, everything else does, for good reason. I have killed, I have maimed, I have tortured, and for what? Nothing really comes to my mind. A part of me wants to be sorry for the things I have done, while the cynical part of me says it's fine that's just they way things are. You see, this is what happens when a stupid wish, spell, curse, take your pick, is cast on an assassin.
I had a job to do, and it got done. No questions asked, no feelings, no thoughts. And, now all of that is literally biting me in the ass. He picked the perfect fucking thing to wish for. A heart, feelings, passion, in terms a consciences. Damn him, DAMN him to the bowels of HELL, all of them!
So with those cutting words whispered into the face of the dragon, I am now drowning within myself. Drowning in the deems I have done and the faces of the many dead bodies I have left. They all have twisted, decayed, hatred filled faces, but not one has a name. I never bothered to ask any names, why would I? They were only animals to be put down.
This was not my destiny fore told by the fates, this was not where I am supposed to be. I, The Destroyer, The Taker of lives, Evil bitch from Hell is NOT supposed to wallow in pity. Yet, here I am, wallowing with the best of them. I am guessing you want to know why I am telling you all this, right? Why was the wish made, and who made the for that matter Well, kiddies it's your lucky day, cause I am gonna tell ya!
Hello, my name is Asira, I kill things I love to kill things, I am a hired hand to purge out single lives, mass communities, races, planets, galaxies. All you have to do give me, the asking price and you're good to go. Thus said, here's my story, enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here except Asira's character..she is mine, but I will share with anyone who wants to write her. With my permission of course. ONCE AGAIN....I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL...DRAGONBALL Z....OR DRAGONBALL GT.
Sainan no Kekka
(A/N: This story had a complex dialog setting and I am sorry if it confuses anyone. It just happened that way..the fingers have a mind of their own when stroking keys. So basically, the point of views bounce between the characters in that particular scene. Have fun everyone!)
Prologue
Regrets revealed
I just don't get it? What would possess someone to do the things they do, the evils of the world weight heavy on my soul. How many times have I taken a life, killed a loved one of someone, or hurt something for the sheer joy of it? Too many I am guessing, if I am sitting here thinking about it. At the time they seemed like a good idea, right, that's what everyone says that has ever committed a crime.
Looking now, above me at the stars, do even they judge me? Probably, everything else does, for good reason. I have killed, I have maimed, I have tortured, and for what? Nothing really comes to my mind. A part of me wants to be sorry for the things I have done, while the cynical part of me says it's fine that's just they way things are. You see, this is what happens when a stupid wish, spell, curse, take your pick, is cast on an assassin.
I had a job to do, and it got done. No questions asked, no feelings, no thoughts. And, now all of that is literally biting me in the ass. He picked the perfect fucking thing to wish for. A heart, feelings, passion, in terms a consciences. Damn him, DAMN him to the bowels of HELL, all of them!
So with those cutting words whispered into the face of the dragon, I am now drowning within myself. Drowning in the deems I have done and the faces of the many dead bodies I have left. They all have twisted, decayed, hatred filled faces, but not one has a name. I never bothered to ask any names, why would I? They were only animals to be put down.
This was not my destiny fore told by the fates, this was not where I am supposed to be. I, The Destroyer, The Taker of lives, Evil bitch from Hell is NOT supposed to wallow in pity. Yet, here I am, wallowing with the best of them. I am guessing you want to know why I am telling you all this, right? Why was the wish made, and who made the for that matter Well, kiddies it's your lucky day, cause I am gonna tell ya!
Hello, my name is Asira, I kill things I love to kill things, I am a hired hand to purge out single lives, mass communities, races, planets, galaxies. All you have to do give me, the asking price and you're good to go. Thus said, here's my story, enjoy it.