Darkness fast Approaches
Luna Silvereyes
A/N: I'm doing a Yu-Gi-Oh Elfin Lied crossover fic. I got the idea out of nowhere. Well, my other Yu-Gi-Oh story, Steel sort of inspired it. Lets' say I change it around a little, eh? Heh, heh. This should be fun. I've grown rather morbid lately, haven't I? Looks like it's time for another bout of dark stories. By the way, my computer is still broken, so updates are as of now, uncertain. This story will follow a similar plot to Elfin Lied's, but with a few twists here and there that I created myself. You'll notice the first one when I describe my Diclonius. Don't complain. I have watched the anime, I know what's supposed to go down, but I'm making a few changes.
Escape
"Fire! Fire! You idiots, fire while she's—uuaagh!"
The commander's voice died out in a choked scream as the invisible hands ripped through his torso, leaving his stunned officers gaping in shock at the tall figure approaching them. The bandages and facial mask covered her face, but they remembered all too well the look of pure hatred burning deep within those bluish-black orbs the bandages hid. Her body was covered with a special outfit like a swimsuit, designed to monitor her heartbeats per second and keep a steady flow of nutrition to her bony body. All muscle tissue and fat substance that should have existed had been used up and every bone could be seen through her thin skin. God knew what was holding her up.
"Cretins. I'll slaughter all of you." She growled.
"Ah, run!" one officer cried, turning and dashing back the way they'd come.
"Stop!" a female voice cried out from far behind them. The tall girl paused a moment and both she and the officers turned. A woman with flowing red hair and thick glasses hurried forward, pausing to catch her breath in heavy wheezing gasps. "Please, you mustn't hurt her! Just let her walk through! She won't hurt us!" she gasped.
"Emery, you know too well how little your advice means to us. Now get out of our way!" The leading officer barked, slapping her roughly. As he did, he let out a gargling wail as his head seemed to explode from his body. The rest of him slowly toppled to the floor as the others watched in a daze. All heads turned to the girl.
"Freya, please!" the woman begged. "I'm begging you, your mother to go back! I want more than anything for you to be safe and your vectors won't hold out forever! Please!"
Freya turned her head, her breathing heavy through the thick metal covering the lower part of her face. "No, Mama. I won't go back. I can't bear to be trapped like this anymore. I haven't seen the light of day or breathed fresh air since I was brought into this miserable life. I will spare you, Mama. But I will show no mercy to everyone else here, for putting me and my sisters through this."
Emery forced back the tears from her eyes as she listened to Freya's sad speech. "Freya, we will allow you to escape, but don't kill anyone else." She tried to persuade.
"Forgive me, Mama."
Emery screamed as all around her, the bodies of the officers exploded in a shower of blood and their screams filled the narrow, dimly lit chamber. Emery cowered down, her hands over her head as Freya approached, a grotesque echo resounding as she stepped through the slick blood covering the floor. Emery felt a strange sensation like wind on her face and a heavy force on her shoulder. She gasped lightly as she felt herself being lifted to her feet and her eyes widened as Freya suddenly appeared directly before her.
"Freya, are you going to kill me?" she whispered, terrified.
"I won't kill you, Mama. I will permit you to live and move on. Have another daughter, one who is not a freak, a mutant and a curse on the world. But never think of me again."
Freya's vectors, like number 35's had been, became visible to Emery as their frequency waves increased sharply. The ghostly sight of them was always terrifying. Like number 35, Freya was far different and superior from other Diclonius. Instead of bright or faded pink hair, Freya's was jet black, enabling her to hide better provided she kept her horns covered. It flowed in a wavy cascade down to her ankles. But most incredible were her vectors, which were strong enough to cut steel like butter. Even more frightening were the number of vectors she had. It was discovered that Freya had been born with the ability to generate vectors, one per year, it was estimated. Her current total was over forty, maybe more. Her strange ability resembled that of a starfish, regenerating lost limbs. But she had no need to lose vectors before she could grow them. Emery remembered too well the pains taken to control Freya once she discovered what she could do. It had been so bad, that another Diclonius, an older female named Terra, had been brought in to train Freya. Within days, the technician assigned to Freya had arrived one morning to find the body of Terra in pieces on the floor and Freya busily rolling her severed head around absently. After that, Freya's confinement got worse. Only three people knew of her and they all helped to seal her into a double-confined, air and water-locked room. She was to be tranquilized, chained at the ankles, neck, waist and wrists to the inside of the enclosure and sharp metallic spikes lining the inner walls, jutting out about three feet. The enclosure itself was about fifteen feet in diameter with a little space for her to move around in. Emery was the only one Freya would allow within her twenty-three meter range and eventually, even Emery would be repelled. She was fortunate that all Freya would do was just gently pick her up with her vectors and drop her out of her range.
Now, somehow, Freya had escaped her horrific prison and was begging Emery to let her go. Tears in her eyes, Emery sighed wearily. "All right, Freya. But promise me one thing. I can't ask you not to kill, it's your instinct. But I can ask you to kill only those who threaten you and the friends around you. Not all humans are bad, Freya. I raised you in the hopes I could force you to overcome your instinct and celebrate life with humans, as a Diclonius. But, sadly, you turned out even worse than Mariko did."
"Mama, Mariko lived thousands of miles from here. Even from that great distance, I sensed her presence calling for me. She was my sister. Nana was my sister. Even Lucy was my sister and now, all three of them are dead. In this new place, new country, and new world, I'll take my revenge on cruelty toward our kind, Mama. You can't tell me to do otherwise. However, I will promise you that much; that I shall kill those who threaten me and those around me."
Emery gave her a small smile. "I believe you, sweetheart. But, you know that I cannot let you go without reporting your escape."
"True."
Emery smiled. "You have twenty minutes until it becomes a problem."
Freya slowly started past her. "Goodbye, Mama." She whispered. When the darkness at the end of the hall swallowed her up, Emery collapsed on the blood-soaked floor, sobbing uncontrollably. With trembling hands, she pulled her phone out of her pocket, praying that she could get hold of the chief.
After approximately ten minutes, her nerves grew too frazzled to wait and she shakily dialed.
"Chief Kasaki, we have a problem. Number 32 has escaped!"