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Post by Lottus on Aug 31, 2022 18:33:18 GMT -5
Several days had passed before Lottus had awoken in the infirmary room of the Palace hospital. He had been unconscious for the entire time - and judging by the bandages, he was not done healing quite yet. Not that it mattered much to him.
The hospital staff had been unprepared for the unpredictable nature of their subject - and Lottus had escaped. Wearing not but dark grey, form fitting pants and military grade boots, Lottus had taken off. He hated being so close to so many. It was stuffy, and everyone was utterly boring. It was too much, and so he made up his mind.
Though the pain of his wounds were still throbbing, Lottus made his way back out towards the wastes, landing in the Mercenary Outpost that housed many a Saiyan looking for non-official work, along with beings of various races. It was here that Lottus had allowed himself to stretch. And it was here that the first of his targets would be dealt with.
The bounty on Lottus' head had, evidently, not yet been removed. Which possibly meant it had either been overlooked, or the issuer was an offworlder of some kind. No fewer than four attempts had been made over the span of a few hours - and each ended with bodies broken in the streets, or crashed through walls and windows.
At some point, as Lottus walked the streets of the outpost, daring anyone and everyone to go right ahead and try to attack him again, the Saiyan began to sing.
Much of the words were sang with merriment - though with Lottus' rasping voice, it likely sounded just as manic as he often was. And despite the glee in his voice, the song was dark, and spoke of violence of a time long left behind him. Not all the words are audible, as his cadence rose and fell with his timbre, but some of the end of the song is sang happily, and loudly as Lottus walks.
"-and at last one day on eve of the third, the old man came back home,
heavy in his hand, the bottle swayed, it's contents running dry,
the old man entered the meager home, slamming the door on wide.
With an anger on his tongue, the old man stumbled in,
the boy then knocked the bottle away, unaware of the danger to his hide.
The old man rose in tone and anger to lay the young boy low,
the might of a man with fury fueled by the late night drink!
His mother rose in equal measure, her fists raised on high!
She came around, stepping past the boy, and crushed the old man's nose!
The boy then crawled in fear of the man, into the shadow of the door,
with voices raised, and drink of ailment the old man did respond!
Not outdone, the mother took to fury and laid the old man low,
she leapt atop, her fists like rain, the the old man spewed his rage!
His hand shot up, and with a jerk and twist, the mother was laid still and the young boy began to cry!
Rage unsated, the old man stood and turned his damning eyes!
Fear abound, the boy did flee to the kitchen at the end, where the boy then found a knife,
with the old man looming over the lad, the boy then turned on his heel!
The old man's throat then fell away, and the boy leapt up high!
He raised the knife on high, bringing it low, over and over again!
At last the door flew open once more, and the strangers did arrive,
they found the boy, drenched to the bones, in the blood of his crime!
Took they the boy to the dark front lines, where the war became his home!"
The lyrics then began anew, Lottus showing no signs of distress, despite the horror the words implied.
The hospital staff had been unprepared for the unpredictable nature of their subject - and Lottus had escaped. Wearing not but dark grey, form fitting pants and military grade boots, Lottus had taken off. He hated being so close to so many. It was stuffy, and everyone was utterly boring. It was too much, and so he made up his mind.
Though the pain of his wounds were still throbbing, Lottus made his way back out towards the wastes, landing in the Mercenary Outpost that housed many a Saiyan looking for non-official work, along with beings of various races. It was here that Lottus had allowed himself to stretch. And it was here that the first of his targets would be dealt with.
The bounty on Lottus' head had, evidently, not yet been removed. Which possibly meant it had either been overlooked, or the issuer was an offworlder of some kind. No fewer than four attempts had been made over the span of a few hours - and each ended with bodies broken in the streets, or crashed through walls and windows.
At some point, as Lottus walked the streets of the outpost, daring anyone and everyone to go right ahead and try to attack him again, the Saiyan began to sing.
Much of the words were sang with merriment - though with Lottus' rasping voice, it likely sounded just as manic as he often was. And despite the glee in his voice, the song was dark, and spoke of violence of a time long left behind him. Not all the words are audible, as his cadence rose and fell with his timbre, but some of the end of the song is sang happily, and loudly as Lottus walks.
"-and at last one day on eve of the third, the old man came back home,
heavy in his hand, the bottle swayed, it's contents running dry,
the old man entered the meager home, slamming the door on wide.
With an anger on his tongue, the old man stumbled in,
the boy then knocked the bottle away, unaware of the danger to his hide.
The old man rose in tone and anger to lay the young boy low,
the might of a man with fury fueled by the late night drink!
His mother rose in equal measure, her fists raised on high!
She came around, stepping past the boy, and crushed the old man's nose!
The boy then crawled in fear of the man, into the shadow of the door,
with voices raised, and drink of ailment the old man did respond!
Not outdone, the mother took to fury and laid the old man low,
she leapt atop, her fists like rain, the the old man spewed his rage!
His hand shot up, and with a jerk and twist, the mother was laid still and the young boy began to cry!
Rage unsated, the old man stood and turned his damning eyes!
Fear abound, the boy did flee to the kitchen at the end, where the boy then found a knife,
with the old man looming over the lad, the boy then turned on his heel!
The old man's throat then fell away, and the boy leapt up high!
He raised the knife on high, bringing it low, over and over again!
At last the door flew open once more, and the strangers did arrive,
they found the boy, drenched to the bones, in the blood of his crime!
Took they the boy to the dark front lines, where the war became his home!"
The lyrics then began anew, Lottus showing no signs of distress, despite the horror the words implied.
WC: 650
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