Wilted Flower
ONE: Release
Not one of my best stories, lol, just an Idea It probably wont be too long… . just wait 'till you see Cicilia!! MUHAHAHA!!
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN LUCY'S STILL ALIVE?" Chief Kakuzawa screamed. "Uh-uh…I'm sorry sir, but she escaped. She had serious injuries so-" An officer tried to free himself from punishment. "I don't care! You know what she's capable of! And there is a huge chance that boy will nurse her again!" The Chief's rage was quickly rising as he tried to think a way out of this. "Have you recaptured number seven yet?" He lifted his head. "Yes sir, number seven is back in our custody, Lucy is the only Diclonus left. But even number 35 couldn't kill her, Sir! There is no one left!" The young officer raised his voice. "Calm down officer!" The Chief's fist banged down onto his desk. "There is still one more way…"
"K-Kouta?" A young pink-haired girl whispered. "Nyuu!" Kouta gasped. He quickly stood up and ran down the hall. "Yuka! Yuka! Nyuu! Nyuu is awake!" He yelled. "Shhh! Kouta! If she just awoke, don't giver her a headache!" Yuka scolded. She held in her hands and large bucket of warm water and a soaked towel. "Go get Mayu, she's asleep in her room." Yuka motioned down the hall with her nose and scurried to Nyuu's side. "Y-Yuka." Nyuu moaned. Yuka smiled, glad to hear her name, but also unnerved because Nyuu was now stuck…as Lucy. "Don't worry Nyuu, it's okay." Yuka said soothingly. She placed the towel on Lucy's forehead and started to renew her bandages. "Lucy…" Nyuu moaned again. "…My name is Lucy, not Nyuu." Mayu and Kouta walked in and sat by Lucy. "Lucy, huh?" Kouta smiled. "That's a nice name."
"Number fifteen." The Chief whispered under his breath. He stood aside a woman and three officers. "Yes sir. She is an un-finished, un-refined experiment. But it is not under my jurisdiction to stop you from using her." The woman said. She adjusted her glasses and placed her hand on one knob out of hundreds. "Cicilia, come forth, the wilted flower." She calmly spoke while turning the knob. A large glass window stood in front of them, and as they stood there, in the room behind the window, a huge iron cylinder rose from the floor. Red lights flashed, and smoke fumed from the cracks in the tiles. The cylinder stopped moving, and the red lights turned blue. Doors in the cylinder began to slide open, letting out freezing cold air. Machinery all over was stirring and cranking, but finally it all stopped. The Chief slipped his finger on a red button and spoke into a mike. "Number fifteen, step forward if you will." He demanded. A small, dark foot stepped from inside the iron cylinder. And a tall, female body followed it. Bandages wrapped up her eyes, and machinery clung to her body. She had long flowing blue hair, and horns, just like the other diclonus, except the fact that they were bigger and sharp at the tip. "Huh!" One of the officers gasped. "Is she a diclonus?" He asked the Chief. "Men, I ask that you do not repeat what you've seen here. And, yes. She is almost like the others, but instead, she is a Zwart Diclonus." He stared at the officers to the left of him, and the woman pushed yet another button. All the Machinery dropped to the floor, and the girl dropped to her knees. She raised her arms to her face and calmly tore the bandages away. Her right eye was black as the night, and a scar cut across it, her left eye was dark blue and had coldness as she stared at the people above. From up in the safe room, all could hear her wheezing. She struggled to stand up, but only fell again. The cold, cold eye was still focused on the chief, and dark bags surrounded them. "You…need…me?" She whispered in between gasps for the air that was as cold as the arctic itself.