The Kill [Frieza]

[Gabriel]

The once heavenly embodiment, moved with ethereal grace, granted to her only through time, precision, and practice. Despite the massive wings that branched from her back, she could move at speeds that most could only dream of and with the stealth of a master predator. Almost the entire past three weeks had been entirely recon... and what she had found baffled and confused her. Cities that seem to have little to no technology, entire forests filled with strange and bizarre creatures. This wasn't Earth... perhaps a banishment? But this didn't very well feel like purgatory either.

She reported back to Frieza daily. Zarbon and Dodoria becoming as well integrated into her life as Frieza himself, after a short time she began these free flying missions on her own. Frieza, she was certain, had his own agenda regarding this planet but to what extent, she would never know, she cared nothing for its occupants, they weren't hers to protect and thus she would remain neutral, resting amongst the thickened trees, her wings draped across the grass, the very tops coiled inward but the rest lay lazily against the grass, she herself reclined against one of the trees, taking a moment of reprieve, she doubted there was too terribly much left to see.

A rumbling shook the ground and the Fallen tensed, her wings lifting, hovering in the air, ready to move at the slightest of disturbance. A long bout of silence and then, the forest exploded. Arrows, spears and screams of triumph filled the air as nasty creatures with slime soaked skin of browns, blacks and whites poured from between the trees, in crude armor and wielding wicked blades they charged her. Long pointed ears, nostrils that flared, long claws and razor teeth, they looked like something from a horror movie. Her mind supplied her with a single word. Orc.

A snarl peeled from her own throat and with a single beat of her wings, she was airbourne and out of range, a second and she was upon one of many, fingers coiling around its upper and lower jaw, before she ripped its skull in half, another swung its spear and her left wing crashed into him, snapping his spine as he soared through the trees. Her eyes turned a foul black and with nothing but brute strength and utter determination, she kept the beasts at bay, destroying them with nothing but her bare hands, but they kept coming, raining down on her from all sides and the more she seemed to kill, the more they seemed to multiply.

Fingers outstretched like claws, she pounced upon one, her fingers sinking into his trachea and ripping it free of its confines. A blade pierced her side and she snarled, ripping the blade from her side, bending it around and sending it careening backwards into her assailants stomach. Stained with blood on both her flesh and her massive wings, it was moments like these that she had once lived for, destroying a being of evil. Having only a moments reprieve, literally saturated with the monstrosities blood, she jumped back into the fray, it didn't matter if there were thousands. She would fight until she could fight no more and her body returned to ash, crumbling to the soil.

[Lord Frieza]

She had done quite a bit for Frieza already, quite well too. Frieza was pleased with what she had done so far. However, this time she was out alone. His scouter could sense that a high power level was a bit of a ways off. He knew it was hers but he could tell by the way it kept changing that she was in a fight. Knowing of her power level, that made him want to see what she can do from afar.

Usually, Frieza would just relax in his hover chair and have one of his soldiers to do his bidding but this was different. He wanted to go by what he sees through his own eyes instead of someone elses. Frieza jumped out of his hover chair and made his long awaited exit out of the ship. He then looked around outside, getting used to the new planet. With that, he flew off, making his way toward her and her enemies.

Soon enough, he could see her fighting with these Orcs and tearing each of them apart one after another. It wasn't just that, it was also the way she did it. She ripped an Orc's skull in half. That actually almost made him laugh. Frieza liked very much what he seen, she is definitely useful. These weren't you're average orcs either, they were bulky.

Frieza smiled, and watched on. By the looks of it, there was an endless amount of them. With that, Frieza decided to make his presence known. "I'm very impressed, you are certainly very brave. For a woman with beauty, you also have impressive fighting ability...." he said with a smile, standing behind her.

Right when he had said that, an Orc had thrown a spear at him. He slapped it down with his tail and aimed his finger to the Orc. "You must not know who you're dealing with, do you?" he asked the Orc, followed by an evil grin. He didn't hesitate either, he just formed a purplish colored ball form onto his finger and within a matter of a second he shot a death beam right through the Orc's armor, and into his heart.

Frieza then looked at the rest of the Orc's and laughed. "There's more where that came from so don't you forget it!" he yelled. He then looked back at her. "I have to admit, I like what I see." It really did impress him quite a bit to see her fight in a way that she did. Even though, he pretty much already knew what to expect considering he already knew how high her power level was.

[Gabriel]

The woman was ruthless, but she had always been, twas why she had been chosen as Gods right handed angel. She had led his armies, she had conquered demons a great deal more foul and wicked than these and she did so with naught but the brutal strength that she kept hidden within her lean musculature. She had never lost and she never would until her body drew its last breath and she crumpled to Earth, resuming her place as ash and dust amongst the dirt. A fallen she might have been but a coward she certainly was not. Blinded by the kill, she didn't notice her... boss? Master? Ally? Until a blast of power had blown away a few of the slime covered miscreants.

It took scarcely a few moments more before the entire field was covered in rotting corpses. Her chest heaved, not with exhaustion, but raw adrenaline, her eyes were wild and slightly crazed, her wings and body were bathed in blood, it oozed from her in thick globs of reddish black slime. This was her purpose, an angel of death, a bringer of destruction, this had always been her goal, she had been crafted to kill. Her eyes drifted to her companion, wondering if she would have a prayer at defeating him... probably not, she was a close ranged fighter and he seemed to favor ranged attacks. Her speed would have to outdo his. She forced herself to calm, to relax, her wings remained hovering in the air, poised and ready to move at the drop of a pin.

"Impressed? Surely you have seen abilities far greater than my own. Tis my duty to destroy demons, it tis my only purpose... or at least it was, until I unleashed them on humanity and then I was cast from my plane of grace. We spend all of our lives protecting what was weaker. They were never tested and only when they were faced with drastic situations did the humans realize their true potential. I tried to show them that and this is my repayment. I will take my title, Fallen, with pride." Their was bitterness nearly engrained in her voice, it was a piece of her that she doubted she would never learn to let go. "My apologies, you don't need to hear my life story."

[Lord Frieza]

Frieza stood firmly on the ground, looking at her. He listened to her words, easily he could tell that she's never had an easy life. "There is no need to give me an apology, I find your history interesting." he said, followed by a small grin. Frieza was getting ready to say something else but then his scouter started reading power levels. It wasn't long until he started hearing yelling and a bunch of Orc's from the west side charging straight for them.

Frieza stood there with his hands behind his back, standing formal. He just watched them until they got close. Frieza didn't waste any time as when one of the Orc's went to lunge at him, he took his hand and smashed his whole arm through his back, with his hand slightly showing hanging out of his lower back. As the Orc began bleeding eternally, Frieza pulled his arm out of him.

Frieza swept another Orc with his tail before pouncing on his neck, smashing his wind pipe. The Orc's kept coming, in large numbers too. Frieza could just wipe them out with one Death Ball if he wanted too but, he wanted to show these Orc's how terrifying he could be with physical strength alone. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time, if you'd like..you could join me." he said in a soft tone, followed by a chuckle.

Usually, Frieza only has someone around to benefit himself like to either do his dirty work or because he wants something out of it. However, this was different. Frieza didn't want anything from her. They were both trying to find out where they were yes, but he had no intentions on killing her. That's strange, and Frieza knew it too. Frieza couldn't understand what was going on with him. Frieza started to think to himself. He had begun to realize that he has started to grow fond of her. Maybe it was some of her traits that he liked, he wasn't sure. All he knew, was he would most definitely not say a word.

Oh crap, but what if she could sense what he's feeling? Frieza somehow managed to keep his composure as on the outside, he acted as if his mind was clear. Frieza jabbed his knee into the chin of an Orc and then as he sluggishly went backwards he shot a death beam into his heart, killing him. Frieza ruthlessly kept fighting, he knew very well that he could easily end it in one blow but, why end the fight when it just started? That wouldn't be any fun.

[Gabriel]

Was her past history now? She had never really contemplated or spent much time on trivial things like the past. Without emotion to recall such things, it seemed pointless a wasted endeavor on things that could have been, and she had, at one point, had her hands filled with demons. It seemed so useless to focus on the past when wars found you now, and that was her life, a stream of never-ending battles that resulted in casualties whose numbers she could not even begin to recall. A guardian she had never been, nor a protector, her strength came in wicked combat a killer, nothing more and nothing less. "Then if you ask, I shall answer." Her answer was stoic, simplistic, as was her nature. Emotions were complex things and even after so long, she couldn't rightly sort them.

She watched the next batch draw closer, the sun beginning to dip low in the sky. Her wings branched out, careening to either side of her and blocking out the sun, intimidating and all too ready to dive into the fray she stood. This was the purpose of her existence. Destruction. How could heaven claim to be all loving if they shaped a monstrosity like she? She watched Frieza kill one of the orcs and he asked of her to join him... to join him where? In the killing fray? To serve the only purpose she had ever known. A singular, powerful beat of her wings and the woman was airborne, careening between the creature with grace and fluidity that thousands of years had given her, these creatures were nothing compared to her demons and between the two of them the rest were annihilated in a matter of minutes.

She landed gracefully, body and wings stained with dripping blood. She imagined she looked a great deal like the demons she had once been ordered to slaughter, the very same that she had unleashed upon the people she had been bound to protect. Her wings fluttered, droplets of blood flying from the matting feathers and spotting the ground. She turned to face the alien, blood oozing down her face. It didn't repulse her, killing was something she did almost reflexively. She stepped towards him, stopping a few feet away. "Do you take pleasure in destroying a life?" Entirely curious her question was honest.

[Lord Frieza]

For a while, Frieza felt cheerful at the sight of the creatures fall before him as he and she laid waste to each of them. He hadn't had this much action in a long time, yet they still couldn't stand a chance. In his mind, he was as cocky as ever. Well, he was until she said something that snapped him out of it. She stood before him and simply asked him if he enjoyed taking a life. At first, he would have answered with a hearty yes. However, her asking made him think about it for a moment or two.

One thing he did know for certain was the fact that he enjoyed feeling powerful. He enjoyed knowing that he is almighty. "Oh my, you actually took me by surprise with that one." he said with a grin, followed by a chuckle. He looked at her and without any further pauses, he took a moment to answer her question. "I'm not sure. I was brought up this way. Taking a life and crushing it to nothing but little bits of matter was just something I've always done. I don't know anything else." he said with a straight face.

Frieza was a monster, or at least that's the way it was made out to be. He destroyed more lives than anyone could ever imagine, he's wiped out entire species time and time again. He's either destroyed or conquered their home planets, that was just the way he was brought up to live. He never knew how to live any other way. He was brought up being taught that destruction was fun. That's another reason why Frieza was always thought of as a tyrant.

"What about you?" he asked. He already had a feeling that she didn't entirely like the idea of taking a life as much. He watched as she had done so just minutes ago, it looked as if she had done it only because of self defense. However, he wasn't sure if that was the only reason. Believe it or not, they both have quite a bit in common. Only thing is, Frieza hadn't noticed it just yet.

[Gabriel]

Gabriel felt nothing. With bare fingers she ended the lives of these creatures with no metaphysical thought. This was her job, her only function. She had guided several angels at one point, she had been an all powerful being responsible for far more than just delegating tasks... but now she was stripped of all titles. Stripped of her stature, of her job, of her purpose, what was left for her here? They were vanquished, and she and her new ally stood fast. Ancient Heathen warriors over their slain enemy. A few injuries marred her flesh, but nothing of substantial value, nothing that would not heal.

She frowned a bit at his exclamation, wings draping delicately upon the earth as they relaxed, she found no need to retract them, at least not at the moment. She frowned a bit at his words, eyes glancing to the now silent woods. "Twas not my intention, I apologize." The words came to her automatically. His explanation quickly drew her attention back to him. Golden eyes scrutinizing his words as he explained. She understood him to some degree.

She had never considered herself a monster. Monster was a term for the demons she fought, the miscreants of Satan whom she had damned time and time again to rot for all eternity at his side. She was a warrior, such was her purpose, but she supposed, in retrospect, what had made her different than any of the creatures she had seen careening back to Hell? What made her better than them? They tried to kill her and she tried to kill them. Two sides to the same coin perhaps?

"I was created for the sole purpose of Heaven's mercenary." She paused here for a moment, hesitating. "We are created for a singular purpose. Some of us are Guardians, others protectors, and those like me who kill. My sole purpose in life was to destroy Satan's minions. I was born without emotions. Angels are never supposed to have them. We feel.... nothing....ever." Her brow furrowed and her stoic mask gave way to confusion and irritation. " Since my falling I feel so many things, I dont understand most of them." She looked to him almost for guidance. Such things were difficult for her to grasp.

[Lord Frieza]

"Looks like we've got something in common now, don't we?" he said with a smile. "It seems, we both have feelings we cannot understand." he said before pausing to think. He experienced feelings but never the feelings that he had been experiencing ever since he had met Gabriel. The only feelings he's ever been used to was the mighty feeling he would feel when everyone who had crossed his path would fall in defeat at his feet. It was either that, or the feeling of anger. All of his feelings were all linked to destruction, and conquer. Lately, that was not the case.

He knew that no one was around because his scouter wasn't reading any power level, so he decided to come out with it. "I guess that goes to show, things can happen unexpectedly. I'm used to feeling hatred, disgust, of anything below me, but then I met you. Now I feel something,....something different...unlike anything I've felt before.." he said with honestly.

Yes, the self proclaimed ruler of the Universe, the tyrant Frieza was feeling something other than his usual evil ways. This time, it was a feeling toward the woman that stood before him and she now knew it. Frieza thought the feeling was kind of strange at first as he's never felt it before which is why he came out with it, as he's not the hiding type. He always takes any situation head first whether it be him handling it, or he having his underlings do his work for him. Either way, he makes sure it gets done right then.

What was so weird, he couldn't understand it how he's defeated entire races, taken endless amounts of lives, yet one woman could come along and effect his emotions in some way. No one, could ever do that. He laughed hysterically when he destroyed the Saiyan race, along with others. How could this happen, he is the mighty Frieza. His mind was going crazy as to how this could happen to someone so powerful. After few moments, his mind had calmed down back to his usual well mannered state. He just wished there was a way he could know why this was happening to him.