Unlike a drop of water which loses its identity when it joins the ocean, man does not lose his being in the society in which he lives. Man's life is independent. He is born not for the development of the society alone, but for the development of his self.
"Hm, that's quite a show yer puttin' on for me. Makes me curious what it tastes like," His expression is now neutral as he climbed up from the writhing man on the dirt, covered in several bodily fluids. "But I can't have ya runnin' away now ya hear? I'll keep ya alive for now, consider this a little taste of what I got."
"Gotta make sure ya don't run now, that ain't fun."
He sat himself firmly on top of Ellis, straddling him like this was some every day, hog tying competition he was partaking in. His own blue eyes took notice of the blood around Ellis' lips, mixed with drool and vomit alike. He wasn't capable of producing his own, 13 was all robotic and artificial. He was curious. He wanted to taste it, if it was as pretty as it looked and smelled.
13 leaned close enough, gripping Ellis by both jaw and hair alike with a tense hold that forced him to jolt from his nausea and stare at him with those pretty, glossed over blue eyes. 13 leaned in with his lips close to Ellis' ear. "Y'ain't dyin' here, but I can make you wish you were."
He yanked Ellis forward and teeth and lips alike smash into each other. 13 expected the struggle, the attempt to turn his face but he NEEDED to taste what it meant to be human, what humans were capable of making. His tongue rolled over the blood around the other's lips, tasting every drop of sweat, tears, blood and bile he could find. Anything. He wanted that taste of human blood in his mouth, he forced his way into Ellis' mouth, tongue scavenging for any drip of blood he could find.
His teeth bite down on Ellis' tongue once he forced it out of his mouth, and his tongue worked its way like a hungry wolf desperate for food, licking at the blood coming from it. Ellis' noises of protests were muffled, but enough to get 13 to pull back, blood staining both mouth and tongue.
He grinned. Grinning at the look of horror, pain, disgust, and the not-too-far-away look of death in his eyes. "Makes me want to be human. The way y'all make somethin' as delicious as blood."
13 removed himself off of Ellis, his eyes having quickly found themselves focusing on his legs. His grin grows more malicious, more hungry for that blood again. Without warning, his own boot stomps down on Ellis' poised leg, that familiar crunching of bone bringing absolute pleasure to the robot's ears. He shifted his boot more, forcing pressure down before he was sure the leg was broken.
"Since you're as stubborn as a mule, boy, I'm gonna make sure ya don't try and walk on broke legs."
With a point of his finger, he creates a tiny, bullet sized version of his S.S Deadly bomber and aimed it at the good leg of his double, more specifically the knee cap. He fired without hesitation.
The moment it hit that knee, burrowing itself inside, it expanding and burst, his entire knee following in it's example. Ellis' leg would burst in a messy explosion of bone, flesh, tissue and other things, calf and leg barely hanging on by a thread of tissue and nerves.
As much as 13 would have loved to watch personally of Ellis having to tear off the remainder of his leg, he had to leave before someone like Bojack found him. 13 had his fun, he'd gotten what he wanted, he'd torn the other apart physically and emotionally. Now he would leave, provoke his lover, and let conflict arise on its own.
He gave one more lingering look, eyeing the mess he had created, and he does an ear splitting grin before turning his back. "I'll see ya in awhile."
“Well, I wouldn't say I'm that far off from the mark. Got his freckles and all,” Despite the fact he had been drenched in blood, a dead give away, he still dared to step forward, arm behind back. “But I am impressed, willlin’ to bare your fangs at the exact image of your bitch.”
His face changed from smug to curious in a quick moment. “Wonder how he’s doin’? Wonder if he's thinkin’ where you were while I,” and almost comedically he tossed Ellis’ severed arm, fingers to bicep, to the Hera man. “Handled him.”
Ellis screams almost immediately, his cries sharp and filled with a sharp pain as he feels his arms be pulled back in a position all too uncomfortable. He could try to move, but the bastard got him in a position that any movement would worsen the pain, it would only benefit the other android.
“STOP IT!” He pleads, the words tasting sour because Ellis never begs in a fight, he never is in such a state where he’s, well, the weakest, at the bottom. The pain is excruciating and sharp, and he knows it’s only going to get worse from here.
Panic sets in as his shoulders begin to burn with pain, feeling the blades slowly dislocate as the other’s grip tightens as he moves. “Let GO of me!”
Ellis, the one who’s known to be stubborn in a fight, who doesn’t stop until he’s unconscious, who would allow himself to be beaten mercilessly due to pride- is begging for his life. He’s lost.
"Where was mercy when ya killed all those people when fightin' Goku, Ellis? How does it feel to them, ya think, that they're just collateral damage to ya?" 13 is completely pressed against Ellis' back, knee digging into his spine with his lips whispering poison into his ear. "Where was mercy when ya murdered Keith, hm?"
13 does not hesitate to remove his gloves before his fingers dig into Ellis' left shoulder blade, his other hand doing just the same. Hearing those cries, Ellis begging was enough for 13 to smile from ear to ear, pleasure rising from those tormented pleas for help. Once he heard that satisfying pop from Ellis' shoulders becoming dislocated, he could have stopped right then and there.
He wanted more.
He built up ki in one hand, raising it over Ellis' right arm before swinging it down with full force, once that sweet, ringing sound of bones crushing, snapping, skin tearing itself while bone breaks through the surface reverberates through the forest air, 13 craves more.
"This, I promise ya, will be what your loved ones are in for. It'll be much slower," he grinned maliciously, left hand moving somewhere on the middle of Ellis' bicep, giving it a nice, firm squeeze. "And they'll see your face, their lover's and friend's face as I slaughter them."
Viscous, red ki bubbled to the surface and enveloped his bare palm completely. He focused on nothing but his hand and grinned as its temperature rose to lethal numbers. Soon, the faint, lingering smell of burning flesh singed his nose and he adored it, craved more. More blood.
He laughed at the sight of Ellis' skin on his arm boiling, blisters and pus appearing before his fingers dug into the sensitive skin. He wanted to see more, see the blood, the tissue. He could begin to see blood ooze from the wounds, the muscle twitched wildly as the heat grew more and more intense.
The sound of screams and melting flesh, the sight of it falling off the bone and his own fingers digging into muscle and nerves made him cackle with ecstasy. Nothing would ever bring him more pleasure than this! His molten like, boiling ki remains on his bicep, fingers digging through melting muscle tissues until he could touch Ellis' humerus bone. So pretty, pink with blood, muscle and other bodily fluids.
It would be HIS.
Nothing but the sound of a bone snapping, flesh still clinging to the now separated forearm of the trembling android beneath him. Blood is seeping out, splashing onto the dirt along with excess pus and melted flesh and there is only a GRIN as he tears the forearm away from the rest of Ellis, like snapping a mozzarella stick in half and watching the cheese stretch from both ends. A beautiful sight, watching his face through the whole thing.
"Oh don't mind me, figured Bo would like a little partin' gift if ya don't end up survivin' our little get together," He laughs. "Forgive me, when ya don't survive."
“Regardless of what ya believe, regardless of your delusional ideals and denial, I am real and I am you.” 13 has to keep a close eye on Ellis, his aggression is very much there and a threat. But despite this, 13 is confident he’s stronger than Ellis, an indisputable fact due to how Gero programmed. They’re linked, subconsciously and otherwise. The stronger Ellis gets, the stronger 13 does as well.
He’s dangerously close to Ellis now, but once he took another step close, he didn’t dare get any closer. “I am a constant, I won’t leave you. Not now, not ever. I am your anger, your hatred, your evil. I am everythin’ you’re supposed to be, Ellis. And it ain’t a psychological thing, I’m very much real.”
13 laughed, face closing in on Ellis’. “I will kill ya, take ya over. And I cannot wait to see the looks on Bojack’s and that lovely little 7’s faces when I slaughter them while under the pretense that I’m you.”
There was no thought, only his reaction. A burst of red aura surrounds him before Ellis quickly closes the gap between the two. But it would be obvious if he went for a punch, no, Ellis would take a note from his Bo and wrap his arms around the other android, squeezing him in a death grip as tight as he can.
“You’ll DIE before you even fuckin’ THINK of killin’ them!”
To give Ellis credit, he not only worked fast, he was unpredictable as well. But 13 was fast to adapt, getting caught in this hold didn't deter him in the slightest. He doesn't make a move, to let Ellis think he had caught him fair and square before the other could blink, 13 retaliated.
With his own burst of energy, he leans forward in Ellis' arm, bursting in a short flight to slam the other's back as hard as he can into a nearby tree and almost immediately when his grip fell, he swung Ellis around into the ground face first.
With a foot planted on his back, 13 grabbed Ellis' arms with both hands, yanking them back as far as he could. "Hope ya valued you're arms, Ellis, I'm sure Bojack's gonna miss the hell outta them!"
"Regardless of what ya believe, regardless of your delusional ideals and denial, I am real and I am you." 13 has to keep a close eye on Ellis, his aggression is very much there and a threat. But despite this, 13 is confident he's stronger than Ellis, an indisputable fact due to how Gero programmed. They're linked, subconsciously and otherwise. The stronger Ellis gets, the stronger 13 does as well.
He's dangerously close to Ellis now, but once he took another step close, he didn't dare get any closer. "I am a constant, I won't leave you. Not now, not ever. I am your anger, your hatred, your evil. I am everythin' you're supposed to be, Ellis. And it ain't a psychological thing, I'm very much real."
13 laughed, face closing in on Ellis'. "I will kill ya, take ya over. And I cannot wait to see the looks on Bojack's and that lovely little 7's faces when I slaughter them while under the pretense that I'm you."
He coughs, his breathing less restricted and the weight literally lifted off of his chest is almost relieving. He takes his time to regain his breath before he’s lifted off of the ground with one, strong pull. He quickly yanks himself away from the other, eyeing him cautiously before he took off.
He had considered trying to out-fly him, shake him off and fly for his life but the other really did know what he was thinking. It only infuriates Ellis, how the hell did he know this?! Regardless, it didn’t take him long before he found himself at the woods where Bojack and him often trained- a subconscious choice on his part. He lands, dust kicking up in the night, and he turns, eyes glowing.
The entire flight had been tense, and 13 loved every minute of it. He reveled in satisfaction at the sight of the other glancing back at him with tense anxiety in his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from laughing as the two landed. “What's been up your ass, huh? Aside from the teal fella of course.”
Nothing like a good taunt to get the blood going. 13 quickly frowned though, had he forgotten his entire discussion from their last meeting? “What do I want? Oh, Ellis,” He grinned, taking a step forward. “I want a lot of things, boy.”
“Women, sex, money, power, Son Goku dead at my feet, everything ya can imagine. But there’s nothin’,” His smile grew. “I want more in the universe than YOU dead.”
Alright kiddos, I'm gonna put up a CONTENT WARNING for my thread with Joey right now. Mostly because my 13 is absolutely terrible and despicable and he's gonna do NASTY shit. Ill tag things accordingly but I figured a warning beforehand would be nice. Read the thread with caution from here on out.
Now that was a reaction if 13 had ever seen one! He did not have this much guts during their last encounter, this Bojack really must have meant a lot to him. How adorable, the robot thought to himself. But there was much more ammo to use. “Careful with your words, son. My hand might just slip.”
Right on cue, he raised his hand to the apartment his double had been residing in not many moments ago. With the knowledge that his beloved friend, Ruby, was in there. Quite a heavy sleeper she was if she didn’t hear her own walls breaking. “I’m as curious as a cat to know if your beau’s trainin’ changed anythin’ at all, but….seein’ as you’re under my boot like a bug. Weeeell, I doubt it.”
“Stop!” He shouts indistinctivly, beads of sweat already forming on his brow from the intensity of the situation. This was really shitty, it was really, really bad. He had to be careful, think out his actions which was something he didn’t tend to do with his new training. It was usually instincts and wild, aimless punching.
He tries to exhale, the pressure from his double’s boots only making it more painful as he does so. He couldn’t risk anyone’s lives here, the noise of the crash was bound to attract attention and this man was not above to killing witnesses. Shit! How the fuck did he let his guard down?
Pathetic. How could he still possibly care for these miserable humans? When they treated him terribly? They were horrendous, vile little termites that did nothing but spreads diseases such as war. It disgusted him.
His smile is gone and he lowered just enough to yank his look alike from the ground. “You better move your ass quickly then or the first person who stops by, dies.” He snarled under his breath.
He wasn't bluffing either. “Don't think about bein’ a sly old fox and doin’ somethin’ stupid to shake me off. I know you, I AM you. I know your thinkin’, outmaneuverin’ me ain't gonna cut it.”
one thread: 13 takes his daughter out for ice cream
other thread: 13, fueled by his programming to replace the original 13 due to his incompetence by Dr. Gero and jealousy, is ready to kill the other 13 and completely replace him in his life due to his strong desires to be a human
Now that was a reaction if 13 had ever seen one! He did not have this much guts during their last encounter, this Bojack really must have meant a lot to him. How adorable, the robot thought to himself. But there was much more ammo to use. “Careful with your words, son. My hand might just slip.”
Right on cue, he raised his hand to the apartment his double had been residing in not many moments ago. With the knowledge that his beloved friend, Ruby, was in there. Quite a heavy sleeper she was if she didn't hear her own walls breaking. “I’m as curious as a cat to know if your beau’s trainin’ changed anythin’ at all, but....seein’ as you're under my boot like a bug. Weeeell, I doubt it.”
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