The Thump in the Night Jun 13, 2022 22:04:05 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2022 22:04:05 GMT -5
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There was a lot of things going through Matoto's mind as he wondered the streets of the ruined Metropolis. Death hung in the air still even after the time that had passed. The saiyan warrior walked along the decimated streets, the ruined buildings echoing his footsteps and the fallen debris scattered about had to be navigated around. Plant life was seen around the area as it grew over the cars, in through the windows and over the side walks. The street signs bent or destroyed. Chunks of the road having been destroyed by blasts.
A truly war torn place that told the story of hatred and despair. Matoto could feel the eyes of countless ghosts, eyes of the dead who could not rest till the other side had been defeated. Was he watched by tuffles? Was he watched by his brethren? Who could say for certain when the ones who looked were not able to be gazed upon in return? Slowly he moved, certain in his steps but destination unknown. Why had he come here? To learn more, to understand. Most of his life had never involved the war, and he had missed his chance to see it.
Now he wished to know its repercussions. So he set out about his path, and while he could fly, he felt anchored to the ground. A weight of the decisions of both sides weighed heavily upon him despite not being the one who chose. One side had tried to conquer the other, and the defenders had sacrificed countless lives to try to win... Neither was right and in the end Matoto wondered if perhaps he was the last person to judge anothers decisions.
As he rounded a corner, Matoto found himself face to face with a park, devastated by the gas that had been unleashed so long ago. The saiyan's eyes filling with sadness at the sight of a childs bones laying on the ground by a swing. The child was clearly saiyan by the tail between their legs, curled up into a ball as if scared or perhaps... it had died an agonizing death. As he entered the park, the saiyan crouched down before gently placing a hand on the skull of the deceased and sighing. Not far away, more skeletal remains could be seen, a single adult who looked as if they had died running towards the child.
With a growl, Matoto stood up once more. However before he could think more upon the situation, a ghostly figure appeared where the woman stood. Hollowed eyes, empty save for the darkness that filled those vacant slots. Matoto could feel a chill run up his spine as he got ready, instincts kicking in as he knew something was wrong. Like a dog who could sense the hostile threat of a person, he felt it.
As if on queue, a bolt of ki zipped past his head and narrowly missed hitting him. The saiyan whirling about to see a half dozen ghosts attending to this gathering. More soon arriving to join the rest, and the lone saiyan warrior snarling before smiling happily.
"heh... yea... alright... never punched a ghost before."
Matoto stated as he cracked his knuckles and held his arms at his sides. It was going to be one hell of a night.