Intolerance

Intolerance

Through the black hall and down the corridor, into the grey matter, he doesn’t want to be hostile, but he lies, cheats and steals to cover up the hurt and pain. Let no one know your true identity! Smiling, laughing, dancing, singing, all the while he cheats and steals.

They’ve been far too sympathetic, for he isn’t innocent, like everyone else, so they don’t give a damn, feed him to the pigs, they yell and scream. Let his blood boil and his soul deteriorate among the gore and grime. It will only bring good to those around him

Hiding in a dark little corner, Vegeta looks up through the cell he’s been thrown into with the disgusting animals, but he’s breathing so he guesses that he’s still alive. He puts his head down and repeats, “To do unto others, what has been done to me?” He’s been treading water, and now he’s damned.

They’ll say he’ll look precious now, with all the hungry starving pigs. Cheer up, prince! He thinks he’s found some temporary sanity in this and he’ll come around, he swears it, in a full circle and extract his revenge on those who locked him down here. This will be over soon, and he won’t be looking very precious, now.

They make their empty promises by pointing every finger at him. Waiting like the stalking butler, he’ll make them pay, but to pass the time he’ll droll on something else, to stop this madness that he’s in. Vegeta laughed bitterly at the whole scenario; a prince of a dead race, oh the irony in that only made him laugh harder. How pathetic, he, a prince that has been thrown down in this hell hole to be eaten by pigs and swallowed in blood.

“I may be a worthless liar, I may even be an imbecile, but I will only complicate you, and I’ll find a center in you and chew it up and leave, KAKAROT!!!” He screamed so hard he thought his lungs were going to come up through his throat.

Vegeta growled at the hairless hungry beasts that were starting to circle them, frightening them a little, making them squeal.

“That’s it! Run you stupid fucking fat fuckers! RUN!!” He laughed as he felt the blood run down the sides of his face, and he felt the cracked ribs rub against each other, making it hard for him to breathe. He grinned wickedly, baring his teeth as he crouched on his legs and prepared to lunge at the closest monster.

Growling, he tackled one of them, clawing its back with sharp fingernails. His teeth sank into the meaty pink flesh, making the huge beast squeal and squirm in pain. Vegeta forced his jaws to sink further into the neck; once getting enough of a good grip he jerked his head back, ripping out the side of the fat neck. Blood splattered and pooled onto the ground, soaking him and the pig. He stood and growled victoriously as the beast fell to the ground and he watched the other starving pigs’ crowd around him to get to the carcass. He’s not the one that\'s going to be dying tonight, that was for certain.