Post by Pluto on Feb 5, 2019 5:42:15 GMT
The skies were overcast over West city, it was going to storm later; thunder could be heard in the distance. The asphalt of the streets and concrete of the sidewalks was already slick with a filthy film of moisture. Sometimes the clouds would allow a bit of rain to dribble forth, but they would not allow any more than that paltry amount, for the real storm was to come shortly. People huddled in on themselves, some had umbrellas, some just held their jackets up over their heads, though everyone could feel the imposing pressure of melancholia that radiated from the black clouds above.
A semi-popular bar stood on the side of Main Street, it was neighbored by a coffee shop and a restaurant. People had been slowly trickling in as the storm coalesced, no one wanted to get caught in the frigid rains, and a stiff drink would help them get home. Inside Pluto sat at the bar, he sat upon a somewhat comfortable stool, but he didn’t really care about the comfort. He held a glass of gin, this had been his sixth since arriving hours before, and that wasn’t even counting a few other drinks he had alongside his favored. He wore his white coat today, he had it pulled up so the collar almost covered the sides of his flush face, and his blue beanie sat haphazard on his head. He stared off past the bartender, his cyan eyes were glazed like that of a fallen boxer. His mouth was faintly agape; the sour stench of the gin wafted out and bothered no one in particular. There was a whining or ringing sound that Pluto couldn’t quite place, it was deep within his ear canals, and it felt as though some small man was drumming upon his ear drums like they were kettledrums.
Over the course of the last few hours Pluto had been hearing rumors of someone running around the city robbing people, that isn’t anything new or anything but this guy was like a serial robber. The description was the same each time, man in dark clothes, black hair; pointed. It could be a normal human or it might just be a Saiyan, apparently he was really strong so it was likely a Saiyan, though maybe not. Pluto had only been half listening anyway, because it didn’t matter to him, but everyone kept talking and talking.
An upbeat song began playing on the radio, it was really popular currently and was about to top the charts; Pluto hated it. “Turn it!” Pluto grunted, waving at the bartender. The man raised an eyebrow, “Something wrong, boss?” it was almost rhetorical really, the man should damn well know by now that he wasn’t fine. “I don’t like this song is all. That a problem, Pops?” Pluto said, eyeing the man. The bartender shook his head as he cleaned up some mugs and threw away a beer bottle, “Everyone else likes it, so it stays. That a problem, son?” The man was obviously amused by Pluto.
“Whatever,” was all the Saiyan mumbled back. He didn’t feel like arguing with the man who gave him his drinks. His agitation slowly subsided as the song came and went, the lull in noise allowed him to hear three people talking about the recent assaults. Apparently one had occurred within the last hour, it had been another woman again; the bastard didn’t seem too picky. No one had died yet but that couldn’t be assured forever, anything could happen, and what if someone fought back enough to piss the guy off? Maybe he should do something, Pluto would think to himself; if no one else was going to kick this prick’s ass then maybe he should. “Hey,” Pluto would call over to the trio, “Where did this one happen?” The people seemed surprised at first by Pluto’s sudden intrusion into their conversion, but soon enough they began chattering off. They told of the street name where it had happened, the person robbed, the time, and pretty much anything else that Pluto needed to know about the situation.
“Why hasn’t anyone done anything by now, like seriously what the hell is wrong with everyone these days?” he would scoff at them, turning in his stool. They’d stare at him curiously, unsure of what to say, “Well, I mean… No one’s been able to stop him, duh?” One of the girls would say. “Yeah that’s what freaking police are for, it seems like they’re doing less and less! If there’s been as many attacks as you say then someone should have been able to i.d. the ass.” They all shook their heads, some laughed, “He jumps people in alleys, police can’t really look in every alley now can they?” Another would speak after, “Yeah, and his appearance isn’t all that unique. He looks like your average guy. They don’t even know if he’s human or not even.” Pluto would nod and wave his hand, “Yeah, I get it,” Pluto would speak out of the side of his mouth. These people were ridiculous, Pluto thought to himself.
Pluto began ignoring the people once more, they weren’t going to say anything more of use. He hadn’t been robbed by this guy and he didn’t need to worry about anything like his mom getting hurt, she’d probably be able to take the guy. His dad on the other hand, yeah his dad could get hurt if he wasn’t careful. Maybe it was just because he was trying to find an excuse to get into a fight, or maybe it was because Pluto didn’t like arrogant losers going around acting like they could do whatever they wanted. Minutes slowly ticked by as Pluto began feeling more and more angry, he was going to do something about this guy. “I’m good, that’s it,” Pluto grunted as he slid his owed zeni towards the bartender. He stumbled up clumsily and began staggering away, “Hey, don’t drive nowhere, hear?” the bartender yelled after him, “Find somewhere to pass out first, don’t need no accidents.” Pluto waved his hand back towards the man, “Yeah yeah, Pops, don’t you worry none.” Pluto shook his head firmly and walked out of the place.
Pluto pulled his coat’s collar up and shuffled through the drizzling weather; his hands were deep in his pockets and he seemed to slouch with the weight of the world. It seemed like every day was worse than before, no matter what Pluto did he just couldn’t get himself out of this bind, and it was starting to slowly chip away at the man’s very essence. He used to be much more of a firebrand, he had never really had taste for alcohol or anything, but then it just all happened at once. He stopped training, he distanced himself from friends and family, and became even more of a punk than he had been before. Shoes slapped wetly against concrete, shoulders barely brushed past each other; night wouldn’t be too far off.
“Gotta find this guy,” Pluto mumbled to himself, weaving through the dwindling crowds of the day. “Don’t even know where they would be. If that area is some sort of territory for them then they should still be there, but that sounds like a completely stupid thing to do.” Pluto nodded a few times; yeah he could go there and then try to sense the guy out. After all, going around and hurting this many people pretty much assured that he’d be stronger than the average Joe. The hybrid was feeling a little drunk to be honest, that probably wouldn’t be good in a fight, in fact he might get taken down if he wasn’t careful. Pluto scoffed and spat, it didn’t matter if he was drunk or not. He’d be able to take down this punk with his eyes closed.
The sojourn continued for about half an hour before Pluto arrived at the city block that was stated to be the assailant’s haunt. There wasn’t really anything special about this part of town, but for some reason this was where the attacks were happening so whatever. Pluto slowly surveyed the area, there weren’t too many people out right now; did most people know this was the dangerous area? He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, he would definitely sense something if the assaulter was anywhere nearby. There! Pluto sensed it, it seemed like they were trying to suppress themselves, but it wasn’t good enough.
Pluto began making his way in that direction, for a second he thought of what would happen if this person wasn’t who he was looking for. Well there really wasn’t any way to prove it actually, they could even lie to Pluto if they so wished. Actually, if they saw someone dressed this nicely and drunk walking through their alleyways… Yeah, the person was assured to jump some smashed punk. So Pluto continued on, he was on edge the whole time though; an unexpected knife was still dangerous. He turned into one of the alleys, half faking his drunken gait and half being unable to walk normally. It would be any moment now… Pluto could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end; nefarious eyes were watching his movements.
The sound of scuffling; just so… Pluto dodged to the side and barely avoided a beer bottle to the head. The assailant rushed him and tried repeatedly to smash Pluto’s head in. The hybrid avoided the bottle each time, the figure was a bit too fast for how drunk he was right now. Finally the bottle hit home and shattered against Pluto’s forehead, “Fucker!” he shouted, shuffling back swiftly and holding the wound. The man did not pursue but merely laughed loudly at Pluto’s pain. The bleeding wasn’t too bad, nor was the pain, but it still pissed Pluto off rather badly.
Finally able to get a good look Pluto could say that it was indeed a man, definitely a Saiyan as well. He had spiked hair that was colored an almost chestnut color, dark brown eyes, a few inches shorter than Pluto, and he was pretty sure he could see a small hint of a tail in hiding. “That hurt?” he said with another laugh. Pluto pursed his lips before standing up a bit more straight, “So I assume you’re the freaking dickhead that’s been mugging people here?” Pluto asked brusquely. The Saiyan shrugged and smirked, “Maybe, maybe not. What’s it to you? You trying to be a hero?” Pluto scoffed and allowed a small grin to show, “Not likely. I’m here just to kick your ass. No one else has for some reason, and I thought I’d be perfect for the job. Whaddya think, you game?” Pluto cracked his knuckles.
The Saiyan let out a growl and scoffed, “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about, you seem a bit drunk,” he’d say to Pluto. “Yeah, maybe I am. That’s not what’s important here though. What’s your name? Need to know it for the ‘bituaries.” The mean smirked and shook his head, “It’s Katto, but you won’t have any time to savor it!” Katto suddenly rushed Pluto. The first thing that the hybrid did was to make sure the bastard didn’t have any more weapons on him. It didn’t appear like he did, good… Pluto began trading blows with the man, due to the alcohol Pluto wasn’t as fast as he usually was. He took more than a few hits he should have been able to block, oh fucking well. The man’s strikes were fast but Pluto’s were stronger, with each new hit breath exploded from Katto’s nose.
Pluto grabbed him up and threw him up against the nearby wall, he held his collar like a vice. Pluto took to his gut like a drum, sending blow after blow into it relentlessly. Meanwhile Pluto held up no defense, Katto took advantage of this by leading every single one of his punches into Pluto’s face. Blood splattered onto the both of them but Pluto didn’t stop. Finally though Katto sent a haymaker at the hybrid’s temple sending him tripping to the side, thus releasing him. Katto took advantage of this by tackling Pluto to the ground, he choked him briefly before pounding into his face.
Rain had begun to fall hard, puddles formed around them mixed with blood. Pluto was blinded by popping lights and stiff raindrops pattering into his face. He gasped repeatedly, unable to get a breath in during the onslaught. His arms came up to block, though Katto switched to side and kidney shots instead. Lightheaded… Air getting harder to come by. Pluto took all of his energy and sent a savage right hook straight into Katto’s face. Blood exploded against the far wall and Katto was sent off, Pluto used the momentum to roll onto his knees and catch his breath. His beanie was gone, Pluto’s hair stuck to his face wetly. His clothes were soaked, and along with his weighted jacket he felt extremely sluggish.
He let out a chuckle and shook his head clean; this was great. The jacket dropped heavily onto the wet concrete as the hybrid shot up, blood ran down his face and shirt. “What’s the matter? Feels like a mosquito.” He’d say as he kicked the still down Katto. Pluto kicked him several more times in the ribs before he yanked him up by his shirt. He ran the mugger into the opposite wall and slammed him into it, “Listen up! You’re done, you ain’t gonna mess with these people anymore. I’m tired of wusses like you, fuckin’ pathetic. I can barely fight and you’ve already lost.” Pluto screamed in his face. Katto head-butt him and sent him reeling.
Pluto held his head in pain; Katto gave him a fierce uppercut. The hybrid flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to keep his balance; Katto smashed him once more in the face. Pluto’s back struck the wall of the alley, this prevented him from falling though it allowed for easier hits. Pluto wasn’t going to let this continue any longer, as the next hit came upon him he quickly grabbed the man’s fist. The resounding smack of flesh-on-flesh was loud and quite painful but Pluto worked through it. He yanked Katto in and slammed his head into his already bleeding nose, blood sprayed onto the two of them and was washed off into the rain. Pluto punched him in the face once, twice, three times. He let out all the frustrations of the last year into this man and didn’t stop.
Even as Katto’s legs went limp and no longer held him up without Pluto’s intervention he didn’t stop hitting him, the rhythm matched the beating deep in his ears. Pluto’s fist went numb… The booming of thunder tore Pluto back to reality, he gasped and panted for air. “Oh shit,” He whispered, dropping Katto’s limp form. The Saiyan dropped like a rag doll, his legs were rigid like a doll and his feet let out soft twitches. Pluto held his mouth, the man’s face was in bad shape and he looked to be missing some teeth. His eyes were swollen shut… there was blood everywhere. “Fuck, man!” Pluto reeled and began vomiting off to the side, had he just beaten someone to death? The loud cacophony of rain mixed with the discordant vomiting from Pluto, cars could be heard just outside the alley.
Once recovered Pluto knelt next to the man, he was hesitant to even touch him at this point but he had to make sure. “Come on, you’re a freakin’ Saiyan. You can’t get beat to death,” Pluto mumbled while putting his fingers on the man’s neck. The faint thrums of a heartbeat. “Thank god,” Pluto sighed, rubbing his blood smeared face. Pluto shakily stood up, he couldn’t stop shivering. He debated for quite some time before deciding to call the police, he gave them an anonymous that the mugger had been caught, and that he was in rough shape. Apparently someone had fought back hard; he wouldn’t be mugging anyone again anytime soon. After the call Pluto quickly threw his coat on and dragged the man to the lip of the alley so he could be seen.
Pluto felt extremely nauseous due to the adrenaline burn-away; he needed to get away so no cops could get on his ass. The rest of the night had Pluto roaming about aimlessly, both punch-drunk and literally drunk he found it very difficult to keep ahold of himself. He went and bought some alcohol, he drank that and passed out for maybe ten minutes before the cold of the rain had woken him up from the side of a parking lot. He continued to roam, he found a diner and tried to eat a burger and some fries. He finished about half of it before feeling like he was going to vomit again. It was almost morning when he stopped by a tiny shop and bought a bottle of brandy, from there he just continued to walk. He just walked and walked until his feet began to hurt. Eventually he found himself on the outskirts of South City on some dirt path that was likely only used by farmers anymore. As if by fate there was a bench just waiting to be sat on.
The next two hours were spent drinking the bottle, during this Pluto began to clean the blood off as best he could but the rain had mostly done that job for him. Around noon and it was a bright and sunny day, enough heat to warm the hybrid’s cold bones and wet clothes from the night before. He sat with his legs spread and his arms resting on his knees; the bottle of brandy was almost empty by now. He complained and mumbled to himself as he drank before someone suddenly called out, “You, drunk.”
Pluto glanced up and squinted due to the harsh sun, what the hell did this guy want?
A semi-popular bar stood on the side of Main Street, it was neighbored by a coffee shop and a restaurant. People had been slowly trickling in as the storm coalesced, no one wanted to get caught in the frigid rains, and a stiff drink would help them get home. Inside Pluto sat at the bar, he sat upon a somewhat comfortable stool, but he didn’t really care about the comfort. He held a glass of gin, this had been his sixth since arriving hours before, and that wasn’t even counting a few other drinks he had alongside his favored. He wore his white coat today, he had it pulled up so the collar almost covered the sides of his flush face, and his blue beanie sat haphazard on his head. He stared off past the bartender, his cyan eyes were glazed like that of a fallen boxer. His mouth was faintly agape; the sour stench of the gin wafted out and bothered no one in particular. There was a whining or ringing sound that Pluto couldn’t quite place, it was deep within his ear canals, and it felt as though some small man was drumming upon his ear drums like they were kettledrums.
Over the course of the last few hours Pluto had been hearing rumors of someone running around the city robbing people, that isn’t anything new or anything but this guy was like a serial robber. The description was the same each time, man in dark clothes, black hair; pointed. It could be a normal human or it might just be a Saiyan, apparently he was really strong so it was likely a Saiyan, though maybe not. Pluto had only been half listening anyway, because it didn’t matter to him, but everyone kept talking and talking.
An upbeat song began playing on the radio, it was really popular currently and was about to top the charts; Pluto hated it. “Turn it!” Pluto grunted, waving at the bartender. The man raised an eyebrow, “Something wrong, boss?” it was almost rhetorical really, the man should damn well know by now that he wasn’t fine. “I don’t like this song is all. That a problem, Pops?” Pluto said, eyeing the man. The bartender shook his head as he cleaned up some mugs and threw away a beer bottle, “Everyone else likes it, so it stays. That a problem, son?” The man was obviously amused by Pluto.
“Whatever,” was all the Saiyan mumbled back. He didn’t feel like arguing with the man who gave him his drinks. His agitation slowly subsided as the song came and went, the lull in noise allowed him to hear three people talking about the recent assaults. Apparently one had occurred within the last hour, it had been another woman again; the bastard didn’t seem too picky. No one had died yet but that couldn’t be assured forever, anything could happen, and what if someone fought back enough to piss the guy off? Maybe he should do something, Pluto would think to himself; if no one else was going to kick this prick’s ass then maybe he should. “Hey,” Pluto would call over to the trio, “Where did this one happen?” The people seemed surprised at first by Pluto’s sudden intrusion into their conversion, but soon enough they began chattering off. They told of the street name where it had happened, the person robbed, the time, and pretty much anything else that Pluto needed to know about the situation.
“Why hasn’t anyone done anything by now, like seriously what the hell is wrong with everyone these days?” he would scoff at them, turning in his stool. They’d stare at him curiously, unsure of what to say, “Well, I mean… No one’s been able to stop him, duh?” One of the girls would say. “Yeah that’s what freaking police are for, it seems like they’re doing less and less! If there’s been as many attacks as you say then someone should have been able to i.d. the ass.” They all shook their heads, some laughed, “He jumps people in alleys, police can’t really look in every alley now can they?” Another would speak after, “Yeah, and his appearance isn’t all that unique. He looks like your average guy. They don’t even know if he’s human or not even.” Pluto would nod and wave his hand, “Yeah, I get it,” Pluto would speak out of the side of his mouth. These people were ridiculous, Pluto thought to himself.
Pluto began ignoring the people once more, they weren’t going to say anything more of use. He hadn’t been robbed by this guy and he didn’t need to worry about anything like his mom getting hurt, she’d probably be able to take the guy. His dad on the other hand, yeah his dad could get hurt if he wasn’t careful. Maybe it was just because he was trying to find an excuse to get into a fight, or maybe it was because Pluto didn’t like arrogant losers going around acting like they could do whatever they wanted. Minutes slowly ticked by as Pluto began feeling more and more angry, he was going to do something about this guy. “I’m good, that’s it,” Pluto grunted as he slid his owed zeni towards the bartender. He stumbled up clumsily and began staggering away, “Hey, don’t drive nowhere, hear?” the bartender yelled after him, “Find somewhere to pass out first, don’t need no accidents.” Pluto waved his hand back towards the man, “Yeah yeah, Pops, don’t you worry none.” Pluto shook his head firmly and walked out of the place.
Pluto pulled his coat’s collar up and shuffled through the drizzling weather; his hands were deep in his pockets and he seemed to slouch with the weight of the world. It seemed like every day was worse than before, no matter what Pluto did he just couldn’t get himself out of this bind, and it was starting to slowly chip away at the man’s very essence. He used to be much more of a firebrand, he had never really had taste for alcohol or anything, but then it just all happened at once. He stopped training, he distanced himself from friends and family, and became even more of a punk than he had been before. Shoes slapped wetly against concrete, shoulders barely brushed past each other; night wouldn’t be too far off.
“Gotta find this guy,” Pluto mumbled to himself, weaving through the dwindling crowds of the day. “Don’t even know where they would be. If that area is some sort of territory for them then they should still be there, but that sounds like a completely stupid thing to do.” Pluto nodded a few times; yeah he could go there and then try to sense the guy out. After all, going around and hurting this many people pretty much assured that he’d be stronger than the average Joe. The hybrid was feeling a little drunk to be honest, that probably wouldn’t be good in a fight, in fact he might get taken down if he wasn’t careful. Pluto scoffed and spat, it didn’t matter if he was drunk or not. He’d be able to take down this punk with his eyes closed.
The sojourn continued for about half an hour before Pluto arrived at the city block that was stated to be the assailant’s haunt. There wasn’t really anything special about this part of town, but for some reason this was where the attacks were happening so whatever. Pluto slowly surveyed the area, there weren’t too many people out right now; did most people know this was the dangerous area? He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, he would definitely sense something if the assaulter was anywhere nearby. There! Pluto sensed it, it seemed like they were trying to suppress themselves, but it wasn’t good enough.
Pluto began making his way in that direction, for a second he thought of what would happen if this person wasn’t who he was looking for. Well there really wasn’t any way to prove it actually, they could even lie to Pluto if they so wished. Actually, if they saw someone dressed this nicely and drunk walking through their alleyways… Yeah, the person was assured to jump some smashed punk. So Pluto continued on, he was on edge the whole time though; an unexpected knife was still dangerous. He turned into one of the alleys, half faking his drunken gait and half being unable to walk normally. It would be any moment now… Pluto could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end; nefarious eyes were watching his movements.
The sound of scuffling; just so… Pluto dodged to the side and barely avoided a beer bottle to the head. The assailant rushed him and tried repeatedly to smash Pluto’s head in. The hybrid avoided the bottle each time, the figure was a bit too fast for how drunk he was right now. Finally the bottle hit home and shattered against Pluto’s forehead, “Fucker!” he shouted, shuffling back swiftly and holding the wound. The man did not pursue but merely laughed loudly at Pluto’s pain. The bleeding wasn’t too bad, nor was the pain, but it still pissed Pluto off rather badly.
Finally able to get a good look Pluto could say that it was indeed a man, definitely a Saiyan as well. He had spiked hair that was colored an almost chestnut color, dark brown eyes, a few inches shorter than Pluto, and he was pretty sure he could see a small hint of a tail in hiding. “That hurt?” he said with another laugh. Pluto pursed his lips before standing up a bit more straight, “So I assume you’re the freaking dickhead that’s been mugging people here?” Pluto asked brusquely. The Saiyan shrugged and smirked, “Maybe, maybe not. What’s it to you? You trying to be a hero?” Pluto scoffed and allowed a small grin to show, “Not likely. I’m here just to kick your ass. No one else has for some reason, and I thought I’d be perfect for the job. Whaddya think, you game?” Pluto cracked his knuckles.
The Saiyan let out a growl and scoffed, “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about, you seem a bit drunk,” he’d say to Pluto. “Yeah, maybe I am. That’s not what’s important here though. What’s your name? Need to know it for the ‘bituaries.” The mean smirked and shook his head, “It’s Katto, but you won’t have any time to savor it!” Katto suddenly rushed Pluto. The first thing that the hybrid did was to make sure the bastard didn’t have any more weapons on him. It didn’t appear like he did, good… Pluto began trading blows with the man, due to the alcohol Pluto wasn’t as fast as he usually was. He took more than a few hits he should have been able to block, oh fucking well. The man’s strikes were fast but Pluto’s were stronger, with each new hit breath exploded from Katto’s nose.
Pluto grabbed him up and threw him up against the nearby wall, he held his collar like a vice. Pluto took to his gut like a drum, sending blow after blow into it relentlessly. Meanwhile Pluto held up no defense, Katto took advantage of this by leading every single one of his punches into Pluto’s face. Blood splattered onto the both of them but Pluto didn’t stop. Finally though Katto sent a haymaker at the hybrid’s temple sending him tripping to the side, thus releasing him. Katto took advantage of this by tackling Pluto to the ground, he choked him briefly before pounding into his face.
Rain had begun to fall hard, puddles formed around them mixed with blood. Pluto was blinded by popping lights and stiff raindrops pattering into his face. He gasped repeatedly, unable to get a breath in during the onslaught. His arms came up to block, though Katto switched to side and kidney shots instead. Lightheaded… Air getting harder to come by. Pluto took all of his energy and sent a savage right hook straight into Katto’s face. Blood exploded against the far wall and Katto was sent off, Pluto used the momentum to roll onto his knees and catch his breath. His beanie was gone, Pluto’s hair stuck to his face wetly. His clothes were soaked, and along with his weighted jacket he felt extremely sluggish.
He let out a chuckle and shook his head clean; this was great. The jacket dropped heavily onto the wet concrete as the hybrid shot up, blood ran down his face and shirt. “What’s the matter? Feels like a mosquito.” He’d say as he kicked the still down Katto. Pluto kicked him several more times in the ribs before he yanked him up by his shirt. He ran the mugger into the opposite wall and slammed him into it, “Listen up! You’re done, you ain’t gonna mess with these people anymore. I’m tired of wusses like you, fuckin’ pathetic. I can barely fight and you’ve already lost.” Pluto screamed in his face. Katto head-butt him and sent him reeling.
Pluto held his head in pain; Katto gave him a fierce uppercut. The hybrid flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to keep his balance; Katto smashed him once more in the face. Pluto’s back struck the wall of the alley, this prevented him from falling though it allowed for easier hits. Pluto wasn’t going to let this continue any longer, as the next hit came upon him he quickly grabbed the man’s fist. The resounding smack of flesh-on-flesh was loud and quite painful but Pluto worked through it. He yanked Katto in and slammed his head into his already bleeding nose, blood sprayed onto the two of them and was washed off into the rain. Pluto punched him in the face once, twice, three times. He let out all the frustrations of the last year into this man and didn’t stop.
Even as Katto’s legs went limp and no longer held him up without Pluto’s intervention he didn’t stop hitting him, the rhythm matched the beating deep in his ears. Pluto’s fist went numb… The booming of thunder tore Pluto back to reality, he gasped and panted for air. “Oh shit,” He whispered, dropping Katto’s limp form. The Saiyan dropped like a rag doll, his legs were rigid like a doll and his feet let out soft twitches. Pluto held his mouth, the man’s face was in bad shape and he looked to be missing some teeth. His eyes were swollen shut… there was blood everywhere. “Fuck, man!” Pluto reeled and began vomiting off to the side, had he just beaten someone to death? The loud cacophony of rain mixed with the discordant vomiting from Pluto, cars could be heard just outside the alley.
Once recovered Pluto knelt next to the man, he was hesitant to even touch him at this point but he had to make sure. “Come on, you’re a freakin’ Saiyan. You can’t get beat to death,” Pluto mumbled while putting his fingers on the man’s neck. The faint thrums of a heartbeat. “Thank god,” Pluto sighed, rubbing his blood smeared face. Pluto shakily stood up, he couldn’t stop shivering. He debated for quite some time before deciding to call the police, he gave them an anonymous that the mugger had been caught, and that he was in rough shape. Apparently someone had fought back hard; he wouldn’t be mugging anyone again anytime soon. After the call Pluto quickly threw his coat on and dragged the man to the lip of the alley so he could be seen.
Pluto felt extremely nauseous due to the adrenaline burn-away; he needed to get away so no cops could get on his ass. The rest of the night had Pluto roaming about aimlessly, both punch-drunk and literally drunk he found it very difficult to keep ahold of himself. He went and bought some alcohol, he drank that and passed out for maybe ten minutes before the cold of the rain had woken him up from the side of a parking lot. He continued to roam, he found a diner and tried to eat a burger and some fries. He finished about half of it before feeling like he was going to vomit again. It was almost morning when he stopped by a tiny shop and bought a bottle of brandy, from there he just continued to walk. He just walked and walked until his feet began to hurt. Eventually he found himself on the outskirts of South City on some dirt path that was likely only used by farmers anymore. As if by fate there was a bench just waiting to be sat on.
The next two hours were spent drinking the bottle, during this Pluto began to clean the blood off as best he could but the rain had mostly done that job for him. Around noon and it was a bright and sunny day, enough heat to warm the hybrid’s cold bones and wet clothes from the night before. He sat with his legs spread and his arms resting on his knees; the bottle of brandy was almost empty by now. He complained and mumbled to himself as he drank before someone suddenly called out, “You, drunk.”
Pluto glanced up and squinted due to the harsh sun, what the hell did this guy want?
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