I let them drag me into an empty white room. The tiles on the floor matched the tall walls and the cieling high above me.
I didn't fight the people. I was still in shock as two armed men chained my arms to the wall, the large group of men behind them pointed their guns at me. I looked down.
Shoot me.
They had stripped me of my clothes and "ran me through the system" according to a woman that took my picture and did a few tests. The armed men followed us everywhere, never taking their aim off of me.
The men left. A man with black hair and glasses approached me and straightened his tie. He looked down at me so seriously, I looked back down. I felt like he was trying to make me confess to something
"Do you really love me? Mommy?"
"H-how can I-aah-love something as wretched as you?"
I shook my head rapidly and attempted to hold it with my hands, but the shackles wouldn't allow it. The man crouched down at a safe distance and continued to look at me.
"What is your name?" He asked in a deep, calm voice. There was a hint of sympathy.
I looked up at him, then suddenly looked down.
"Mom!"
"Kirai! Run! Get out of- Gaaaaah!"
"Heheheh. Do you love me yet, mommy?"
"Akuma stop it!"
"I am Kurama." He waited for me to respond.
I didn't mean to do it! I didn't mean to do it! I didn't mean to do it!
"Ill wait a little longer then." He turned to leave but stopped. "Could you do something for me?"
I looked up at him. "...Like what?"
"Tests. The other diclonius are helping us."
"What?" I looked at him confused.
"Diclonius? That's what you are."
"You- said there's others?" I answered, shocked.
"Yes."
"Can I meet them!" I eagerly asked.
"No." He immediately answered. "Will you do the tests?"
I looked down. "Only if... you promise to let me meet a diclonius."
"Okay. I promise." He then left.
I watched as he walked to the other side of the room and through the heavy metal door. I could see people through the long window. They left me here, all alone. I stared at the two people behind the glass. Each wore a white labcoat. A man worked at his computer while a woman with brown hair stared back at me. She gave a small smile. I looked down.
I heard the door open. Quiet footsteps tapped on the few stairs under the door.
"Miss Kimura!" The man stopped her. "What are you doing!"
"I'm going to talk to her." She answered. The man looked at her as if she was insane. "If i'm going to be watching over her, I might as well get to know her!"
"But- she'll-"
"She won't do anything. She hasn't attacked anyone since she got here!"
"That's because she was in shock! She's fine now! We don't even know how far her vectors can reach!" The man stated. The woman ignored him and cautiously approached me.
Vectors?
I looked up at her. She looked down at me.
"Hi there!" She smiled. I stared up at her in awe. She talked to me like I was an actual person! "My name is Aimi Kimura!" I just stared at her, open-mouthed. "What's your name?"
The snap of mother's arm filled my aching heart with satisfaction.
"Heheheh. Do you love me yet, mommy?"
"Akuma stop it!"
I stared at the ground blankly, my heart heavy with emotional pain. I didn't mean to do it!
The woman hugged her clipboard. She took a step closer.
I suddenly looked up at her, making her stop. The man stood from behind the glass. My eyes filled with tears.
"I'm scared!" I managed to get out, the tears finally falling. The chains rattled as I shook with sobs. "Why am I here? I didn't mean to do that!"
The woman looked at me surprised. "You're here because you are a diclonius."
The sobs got smaller. "I don't get it." I sniffed. "What makes me so different from you?"
"You-" She began to say until Kurama inturrupted.
"Miss Kiruma!" He scolded. "I instructed you to watch her, not speak with her."
She bowed. "I apologize, chief."
"You have strict orders to keep your distance from the diclonius. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir." She left my side and went back into the room.
"Number five." He said to me. "We are going to begin the first test." He went back into the room with the others.
My stomach ached with the fear of what the test was. What was I supposed to do? I had nowhere to go. No way to escape or defend myself. The chains shook as I feared what was going to happen.
—
"Get ready to begin firing." Kurama ordered, putting his hands onto the desk and peering through the window.
I typed on the computer in front of me and looked at the poor diclonii I had just met. Poor girl. I could see her shaking with fear. Who knows what she's been through already.
"Start the test."
I pushed enter on the keyboard, starting the test. Over-sized black "marbles" shot out at her one by one. She moved as much as she could to avoid them and easily did.
"Turn on the guide."
My partner did as he instructed. "Sir? What do we hope to obtain from this test?"
"To find the range of her vectors."
—
Black spheres shot out at me quickly, one by one, out of a machine I had overlooked when I arrived. The only part I could see of it was a black circle above the door. I dodged the spheres with the little moving space I had. They smacked into the wall behind me and left dents. My body shook with fear.
A red dot appeared on the floor in front of me. It moved closer.
Were they going to shoot me?
It moved onto my body and to my stomach where it stopped.
—
"I don't want to do this anymore!" The girl yelled, tears running down her face.
I had no choice but to ignore her. I just stared at her confused.
Why is she not using her vectors?
The "bullets" hit her over and over. She began to bruise and bleed. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
—
I screamed as another sphere shot at me and connected with my stomach. It knocked the wind out of me. One by one they hit me. I couldn't move. I felt myself slipping away.
My eyes faded closed.
"I can't do anything! I'm going to die!" I buried my hands into my face, my childish voice echoing through the darkness.
"Oh, really? You're giving up already? Pathetic."
I looked up to see an older girl. She was completely naked except for her head, wrapped loosely in clean, white bandages. Large strands of pink hair broke free of it. The only part visible of her face was her glowing, red eye.
"You think you're unnarmed? No defense? Have you forgotten?" I could hear her sly smile, twist wickedly up.
"But- I- It's bad! I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS!"
"Be what? A diclonius?" She put an arm around me and harshly laughed. "Nobody asked you. It doesn't matter what YOU want. We are the superior species. Why not show off our superiority? After all." She moved closer to my ear to whisper. "That's what they want."
I half opened my eyes. I could see them around me. The impacts stopped. Four clear arms moved out in front of me, protectively. They smacked away the spheres.
I never wanted these things to come back. After all, they were the reason I ended up here. I hate them.
—
"Finally." Kurama stated. He turned on the microphone. "Five." He ordered. "Use your vectors to catch the spheres and hold them out as far as you can. If you do, we'll stop for today." He turned off the mic. "Miss Kiruma. Prepare to measure her radius."
I nodded and got ready, my hands positioned on the keyboard. My partner instructed the machine to fire one shot. He turned off the laser.
Five caught it and suspended it out in front of her.
"Radius rounded to two meters." I said aloud while typing it.
He shot another.
Caught.
"Rounded to two meters."
Shot.
Caught.
"Two meters."
Shot.
Caught.
"Two."
Shot.
Hit.
—
I angrily did as I was told. I caught the damn spheres until I ran out of arms to catch with. When I was filled up with four, they shot another. I sucked a breath in and dropped the spheres. The shot spun past my head and made contact with the part of my chain that connected me to the wall. The room filled with a loud ringing noise which dug into my horns.
"Devil. I found your weakness."
I fell to my knees and screamed. I desperately tried to cover my ears as the ringing smacked into my horns and translated into a sharp pain that vibrated through my body.
"I'm going to make you pay."
I continued to scream until I was out of breath and the pain rested at my head as a large headache. Unvoluntary tears dropped onto the floor among the spheres.
"You should of never been born."
—
We all sat there.
Confused.
Amazed.
Educated.
"Take note of that. Ringing causes her great discomfort. There's no doubt he vectors have been disabled. It may be useful in the future." The chief coldly said and then left.
I took note of it and sat back, exhausted emotionally. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I could tell from every last detail of her body that she didn't want to be what she was. She doesn't want to be a diclonius.
"Freak." My partner stated to himself. I ignored him. "Well." He said, going over to the door. "Time to clean her up."
I stood up and followed him out the door. We entered the room with the child and retrieved the hose. My partner sprayed the blood from her body from a safe distance. I used a long tool to retrieve the ammunition from her shivering body. She never looked up. We then proceeded to paint the perimeter around her. Exactly 2 and a half meters from her. We left her there, alone, and resumed our duties.
