10th Bounty // [Dream]
Warning: There's some spoilers involved and death
Dream Affects: [Optional] Hatred and a strong desire for revenge
You might notice a younger looking Train. He seemed to be fine other than the few scrapes and cuts. There was some blood on his legs and some on his hands, but it wasn't his. No matter how hard he tried to seem perfectly calm, he couldn't hide his main. After all, Zagine just killed his parents. What 10 year old wouldn't have been scared? He was frightened and no matter how much he tried to remain strong, he was unable to hide it.
He was given the choice to either live or die, but he was still young and desired to live. He swore to himself that he would get revenge on Zagine for his parents' deaths. He pushed any fear aside, finding a pistol that was lying around. It was most likely purposely placed, but whatever the reason, he would use it to his advantage. He held onto the gun as his hands shook. He'd never thought about using a gun much less killing anyone before this. He had to get his revenge though. He busted into the room Zagine was busy doing whatever in and attempted to shook him haste-fully.
The gun went flying from his hand since the reactive force of the gun overpowered him. Obviously, he had little to no experience with a gun... and that cost him. Not only did he completely miss Zagine, he quickly pinned Train down by stepping on his head.
"You should learn not to be so hasty. You can't even handle shooting the pistol. How do you expect to get your revenge on me for killing your parents if you can't even do that much?" he asked Train.
Train just scowled as he tried to break free from him, "I'll... definitely kill you..."
As time passed, Zagine continued to make Train endure harsh training with little mercy. Train improved on his aim and got better at getting used to the reactive power of the gun, but there was always room to improve. He tried many other times to kill Zagine, none anywhere near successful. He would frequently be forced to do at least 150 push ups, only using one hand and only his thumb. It was either endure it or getting shot. All his hard work to complete his revenge would have been for nothing.
In the end, he wasn't able to get his revenge. After getting food, he came back to Zagine sitting beside the wall covered in blood. He was too late. He wasn't able to complete his goal. He didn't want anyone else to kill him. The person who would kill Zagine would be Train, but there was no way to do that now. He couldn't die like this!
"Why... You can't die on me! I'm supposed to be the one to kill you!" he yelled at him, dropping the bag of groceries.
"Well, kid, it looks like you're too late. If you want to be the one to kill me, do it now," Zagine started, "If you want to prove anything, live on your own strength. You can't rely on anyone but yourself."
And with that, Zagine was dead. Train didn't like this outcome. He was supposed to be the one to kill Zagine. He wouldn't be the opportunist just because someone beat him to it. What was he going to do now. His reason for living now was pointless. There was nothing left to do. He was determined to live, just as he was before. There was nothing else he could do but to move forward.
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[Train shot up in his bed. The dream wasn't about Saya, Creed, or Chronos, but he still didn't like it one bit. This place loved to pick at his memories and show everyone what he never wanted to let others know about. He glanced over to his Dreamberry as he noticed it was recording. He had a dark look on his face as he irately turned it off, angry that the Dreamberry broad casted his days with Zagine.
OOC: It's almost 2:30 am and I'm tired, so there's bound to be grammar mistakes and I apologize. If I need to change anything, feel free to comment about it. "OTL]
Dream Affects: [Optional] Hatred and a strong desire for revenge
You might notice a younger looking Train. He seemed to be fine other than the few scrapes and cuts. There was some blood on his legs and some on his hands, but it wasn't his. No matter how hard he tried to seem perfectly calm, he couldn't hide his main. After all, Zagine just killed his parents. What 10 year old wouldn't have been scared? He was frightened and no matter how much he tried to remain strong, he was unable to hide it.
He was given the choice to either live or die, but he was still young and desired to live. He swore to himself that he would get revenge on Zagine for his parents' deaths. He pushed any fear aside, finding a pistol that was lying around. It was most likely purposely placed, but whatever the reason, he would use it to his advantage. He held onto the gun as his hands shook. He'd never thought about using a gun much less killing anyone before this. He had to get his revenge though. He busted into the room Zagine was busy doing whatever in and attempted to shook him haste-fully.
The gun went flying from his hand since the reactive force of the gun overpowered him. Obviously, he had little to no experience with a gun... and that cost him. Not only did he completely miss Zagine, he quickly pinned Train down by stepping on his head.
"You should learn not to be so hasty. You can't even handle shooting the pistol. How do you expect to get your revenge on me for killing your parents if you can't even do that much?" he asked Train.
Train just scowled as he tried to break free from him, "I'll... definitely kill you..."
As time passed, Zagine continued to make Train endure harsh training with little mercy. Train improved on his aim and got better at getting used to the reactive power of the gun, but there was always room to improve. He tried many other times to kill Zagine, none anywhere near successful. He would frequently be forced to do at least 150 push ups, only using one hand and only his thumb. It was either endure it or getting shot. All his hard work to complete his revenge would have been for nothing.
In the end, he wasn't able to get his revenge. After getting food, he came back to Zagine sitting beside the wall covered in blood. He was too late. He wasn't able to complete his goal. He didn't want anyone else to kill him. The person who would kill Zagine would be Train, but there was no way to do that now. He couldn't die like this!
"Why... You can't die on me! I'm supposed to be the one to kill you!" he yelled at him, dropping the bag of groceries.
"Well, kid, it looks like you're too late. If you want to be the one to kill me, do it now," Zagine started, "If you want to prove anything, live on your own strength. You can't rely on anyone but yourself."
And with that, Zagine was dead. Train didn't like this outcome. He was supposed to be the one to kill Zagine. He wouldn't be the opportunist just because someone beat him to it. What was he going to do now. His reason for living now was pointless. There was nothing left to do. He was determined to live, just as he was before. There was nothing else he could do but to move forward.
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[Train shot up in his bed. The dream wasn't about Saya, Creed, or Chronos, but he still didn't like it one bit. This place loved to pick at his memories and show everyone what he never wanted to let others know about. He glanced over to his Dreamberry as he noticed it was recording. He had a dark look on his face as he irately turned it off, angry that the Dreamberry broad casted his days with Zagine.
OOC: It's almost 2:30 am and I'm tired, so there's bound to be grammar mistakes and I apologize. If I need to change anything, feel free to comment about it. "OTL]