(Lucy's POV)

My name is Lucy, and I am falling. Falling endlessly, as though I were in some sort of bottomless hole, extending so deep into the abyss that I would never return to the surface world again. Couldn't, wouldn't… Didn't want to.

Of course, that really isn't the case.

My perceptions are still pretty screwed up, considering I just took a .50 anti-tank round straight to the back of my skull. If it weren't for the fact that I have (or is it "had"; I can't tell much anymore) a damn near indestructible metal helmet encasing the vast majority of my head… I probably wouldn't have a head anymore.

But as I'm falling, let me explain some things to you, just in case you're totally and completely lost by this point.

See, I am very different from everyone else. You could technically call me inhuman, but that's only if you got to know me, and didn't just look at me with a passing glance.

Because, luckily for me, I look totally human on the outside. Well, almost. I do have these horn-like ears that stick out of the top of my head. Kind of a side-effect of the experimentation that was done on me. I try to cover them up most of the time, but sometimes I really just don't want to.

But, I have to. People just don't like things they don't understand… And they sure as hell won't understand me.

You're looking at me kind of funny. I wonder why…? Oh, it's probably because of the whole "experimentation" thing. Heh, I don't blame you. It kind of trips everyone up, at first.

Well, here's the gist of it all. I am the first of a new breed of humans, called Diclonius. We are called that, because of our most striking characteristic: a pair of almost invisible 'arms' that we have in our upper spinal area.

These things were developed in put into us, for one purpose only: Killing. And, honestly, I used to like it.

Things have changed, though. And for the first time in my entire life, I am free in the outside world.

At least, I think this is my first time. My other memories are a tad bit hazy…

But anyways, back to what I was saying.

I don't know whether I've started to grow a conscience or what, but it seems like I've been thinking lately, that there has to be more to life than just endless bloodshed. And Ived never had these thoughts before, so it's definitely a new experience for me.

So, that's pretty much my story in a nutshell. Now, let's take you back to where I am right now-

Oh shit, that's right. I'm falling.


Dammit. I don't like the whole "falling" thing. Tried cliffdiving once, and it was so not my thing.

Shit…I'm starting to lose my lunch. Wait- I didn't even have lunch, what am I say-

(pause)

What… The… Fuck…?

I'm staring at… myself. Falling alongside my own body. It's me, just in a completely different body.

Or is it me? I did just get beaned in the head by a .50 bullet, probably was bigger than my head. That's weird… Now that I think about it, there's no pain. A lot of blood, most definitely, but no-

(pause)

She's gone. The vision of myself, beside myself… It's gone. Poof, like it was never even there to begin with. Maybe it was just a hallucination, I don't know.

It seemed so real, though. Like I could just reach out and touch her. I wish I would have; I'd like to know whether I was just seeing things or not. I guess I'll find out when I reach ground-

Ground…

Oh crap, I'm about to-

*thud*