"You look rather upset Mr. Vetus. Is something wrong?" The Doctor asked in a friendly tone, the same of which could not be said for the man sitting in the chair next to him, in the large white room. Crease looked about as happy as the devil in heaven, his fingers impatiently clicking the arms of the chair.

"Really…" He replied angrily, his amber eyes set into a stern look of annoyed realization. "What gave it away?"

"Please now. I only want what makes you and the others happy and…"

"Then I suggest you start doing it soon." Crease said darkly, lifting his blade into the air, and slicing it across the ground. The tip breaking through the concrete floors as easily as slicing through butter. "…I didn't become a dog of that god forsaken Organization just to stand around with your happy go lucky mood. I work for you for only one reason…"

The doctor sighed in regret. "And that is to find the man who ruined your life?"

"I will never forgive him…" Crease mumbled under his breath. "Never…"

It all began when he was a child, when he was taken to be nothing more than a slave. It all began there, in that Organization.

All of it there.


They were scared as they came to the massive gates of the Organization. A large complex on an even larger island out in the Pacific. He could remember vividly all of it, all that had happened.

"Where are we?" A small boy pipped in, getting around of 'donno' and 'no idea.' Crease, a small boy back then looked around for his father but the man was not there. "Father…" He called out, hoping for an answer. None came.

"Hi."

Crease turned around. There another boy coming to him, smaller than himself with ashen blonde hair.

"Ummm, hi?" Crease said rather uncertain. The boy smiled and put out a hand. "I'm a bit scared too, but…it's better to think happily than sadly. So why don't we introduce each other. I'm Frederick. Ridini Frederick."

Crease looked at the hand, then shook it. "Crease. Vetus Crease."

"So, Crease, do you know what's going on out here. They just took me away. I miss my parents."

"I don't know." Crease replied with a shake of his head. "I'm scared."

"Don't be, I'm sure everything will be alright. Maybe this is just some…school thing. But you know what, whatever happens I'll be sure to stick by your side."

"Heh, thanks."

But then he realized.

That he was in hell.


"Ahhhhhhhh!" Crease screamed in utter pain the very first day, needles…no swords…no massive spears were driven into his body. He could smell the disgusting taste of his own blood and vomit as they hurt him.

"Turn up the pressure…" A snide uncaring voice said.

"No…no, please no more…I…GAAAAAH!" But the pain increased, his eyes popped and he sweat profusely. Why were they doing this to him…why were they doing this? The blood spewed and his muscles collapsed, forcing poor little crease onto the red floor. Breathing heavily, he took these precious seconds of painlessness to collect himself. Footsteps came to him, and without his volition a needle was jammed into his gut. The pain started again.

"No! GAH! AH! PLEASE, FATHER MAKE IT STOP!"

But what would his father do? It dawned on Crease that his father was the one who sent him here. That…man…no, that bastard didn't give a two cent damn about him. He gagged and twisted, his gut burning where they had stuck that accursed needle in him. So much agony, it felt like his entire body was swollen, as if it was going to explode. It was partially true. Crease gasped as his arms blood vessels began to pop inside of him, burning him greatly.

"GAAAAAH! AH! AH! NO! GAAAAAAAAAAAH!" It had to stop! It had to stop! Stop! Stop all this senseless pain! He couldn't take it! He couldn't take it! Kill him!

But right next to him, Frederick was clenching his fist and teeth, eyes shut tightly and not screaming. He was being forced to dodge bullets, most of which were already lodged into his arms, legs and chest. He wasn't crying, he wasn't' screaming, he was taking the pain head on.

So Crease resolved himself to take it as well.


That's how it was for the next 18 years.

Frederick saw them come and die, all the children and adults who were forced into this hellish world. Everyday he was beaten into a bloody pulp to satiate those men's dark desires. And now, as he stood there today in that large red room, blood splotches everywhere, he felt anger. Anger for humanity for what they were doing to him.

"Frederick…"

The ashen blonde haired man turned his head. "Crease?" He said seriously to the large white haired man that had entered the room scowling at the men in the upper balcony. They were both called, or as usual forced to come to the central area of the Organization. The two adults ragged in appearance, looked more than ready for war, much less whatever the hell the Organization decided to throw at them this time.

"Had a good day?" Crease said, giving off a sarcastic smile. Frederick didn't return it, but he knew that Crease wasn't being jolly either. "What do you think they're going to throw at us this time." Crease mumbled, his question more of an afterthought, unneeded to be answered.

"Ridini Frederick and Vetus Crease." A booming voice said form speakers in the room. "Out of all the children that have come here, you two are the only ones left. It's time to see if all that we have worked for has paid off. Let's see what you two can do…

Superhumans…"

The doors opened up, both of them eying what seemed to be cold red eyes starring out at them. Then they came.

"Oh ho?" Crease mumbled raising his eyebrows. Ten people came out, eight girls and two boys all about the same age, 20 with vivid pink hair and two easily distinguishable horns on their heads. They stood together, looking at the two superhumans with utters distaste.

"Diclonius." Frederick said under his breath.

"Say what?" Crease said.

"Evolutionary humans." Frederick replied, clenching his fist as the Diclonius entered the room. "This is the first time I've ever seen one up close and personal before. Its said they have another set of arms, invisible to the human eye."

This time Crease's smirk was legitimate. "Is that so? Then let's see about superhuman eyes." He placed his left hand on the right side of his faced, and slightly squeezed. He could feel his power, his strength capable of increasing the power of whatever he touched. His right eye twitched as he let go of his face, eyeing the so called Diclonius who stood there.

"I see.." He said. "They've got long straggly looking arms. They looks weak to be truthful."

Crease blinked, his power fading as the arms he was seeing vanishing. "I really hate humans…" Fredrick growled under his breath, bending slightly. Poised to strike. "I really hate…humans…" He muttered again, hands clenched.

*Thip*

Crease stood there, uncaring as Frederick zipped in and out, his daggers striking through the Diclonius horde. Whatever attacks came his way, they never reached him, his speed to great. Three Diclonius rushed at him, theirs vectors rushing forward to kill. Crease couldn't see them, but he couldn't certainly feel as the bashed into his arm, chest and head. Pushing him backwards, but unable to pierce his flesh.

"What?" One of the said in horror.

"Are these…your little arms?" Crease said with a dark grin. Feeling the one near his face, his hand reached up and seemingly grasped air. They tried to cut him, they tried to kill him but of no avail. His hand squeezed down, his fingers tightening.

"Impossible! My…arms! What the hell are you doing? Get off!" The Diclonius tried to pull free, the others bashing their fists into Crease's body, doing no damage whatsoever. "What the hell are you!"

*Rip!*

The vector was ripped off, its form disappearing in Crease's clenched fist as his amber eyes starred devilishly into the red eyes of the Diclonius who screamed in pain. His comrades stood aghast, shaking. Crease's hand rushed in, and impaled through the gut of the one whose vector he had ripped off. Gore hitting his face, he removed his arm from the Diclonius' gut and grabbed one by the face.

The girl shook, tears running down her face. Tears that pissed Crease off.

"Sad? This is sad? No. You were the ones who decided to come to me. You were the ones, who decided that you wanted kill me." His fingers tightened, the girl screams muffled by the hand that was clutching her face. Crease lifted her into the air, letting her feet dangle. The vectors could not pierce his flesh.

"Be gone from my sights." He said, and squeezed. With a soft squelching sound, the girl's face was crushed, brain matter and blood dropping in hunks to the floor. The last one stepped away and then gasped as a knife was jabbed into his throat. With a quick slice, Frederick finished the job, his daggers bloody.

"Very good." The speakers proclaimed, that will be all.


But it wasn't all. While Crease and Frederick had gained inhuman powers, they were still stuck in the Organization. Those bastard men kept safe above with their walls, never knowing that pain.

Frederick sat in his cell, the walls so closely pact together it gave the sense of claustrophobia. It was obvious to keep his ability under control. He was 26 years old, an adult man caged like an animal.

"You have a guest, Frederick."

Frederick noticed that there was a shadowy figure in the small window, but the voice had spoken from a different angle. Frederick narrowed his eyes as the doors opened and an extremely old man came in. He could've been well around 50 years old, heavy set with a receding hairline. But there was a single thing that caught Frederick's attention about the man. He had two horns on his head.

"You are a Diclonius." Frederick said.

"Indeed." The old man said, mostly a loud grunt.

"I've seen few Diclonius before, but this is the first time I've ever seen one as old as you. You must be rather special as far as Diclonius go."

"I am…" The man said slowly. "My name is Vonjineu Trius, King of the Diclonius."

"A King?"

"That's right. I came here, because I was told about your amazing ability. I admit I was unsure of coming to see of having a human help me. It's taking a lot not just to use my vectors to kill you."

"But you won't…"

The King gave Frederick a long look. "And why is that?"

"If you were going to kill me, you would not have come here. There was no point in coming here just to kill me. Besides, living in this hell, I'd easily accept death."

"I see. Do you want to get out of this hell?"

"Am I an open book?" Frederick replied.

"My son, Brutus is the next in line of the King royalty. All humans, are scum to us, but you are a strange case. You are a human, who was tortured by humans. If there is anybody who understands our hatred it's you."

"Hm. And why should I care about you? This Brutus, doesn't care for me."

"No he doesn't. You are human."

"But…" Frederick continued. "I have lived here for so long, I am human, changed yes, but human nonetheless. But I hate them, I hate what they did to me. If serving this Brutus…will let me get out of here, so be it."

"A good choice, human."

"My name is Ridini Frederick."

"Hm?"

"I am not human, I am Ridni Frederick. Never forget that, Vonjineu Trius."


"What are you doing Frederick?" Crease asked as he watched his former friend and comrade begin to leave. "Who is that?"

"Ignore the human." Trius said, you speak only when spoken too.

"Frederick?" Crease said again, louder. The man did not answer, he pulled from his pockets a pair of sunglasses and held on to them.

"Don't leave me here man." Crease said, a hint of terror in his voice. "What are you doing with that Diclonius…I can't stay here. Why are you leaving? What allows you to leave this place. ANSWER ME!"

"Say nothing."

"Shut up old man. Answer me Frederick! We're comrades right? We're like brothers, we both went through the same thing, all this hell."

"Brothers?" Frederick said despite Trius' warning. "We were merely pieces of a game, to be used. I enjoyed your company Crease, you were a good friend, yes. But we are not brothers, we never were. I'm sorry Vetus Crease, but there's nothing that I will do for you. If you want to blame anybody, blame the ones who made me into what I am. A superhuman. That's what you are, a superhuman, and only you and I know the pain of what that is."

He didn't turn his head to give Crease any sense that he saw him. Frederick just started to walk away.

"Is that so…"

He didn't stop, but he kept listening.

"…This isn't over, Ridini Frederick. This will never be over. You hate humans…? I hate Superhumans. I WILL KILL YOU!" He roared, rushing at the man. Trius gave a sigh and sent out his vectors, but was left in shock as Crease began to push against his arms. "DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME YOU COWARD!" Crease roared, malice in his eyes.

"I will never forget this, Ridini Frederick." Crease growled as he was pulled away and put down. "I'll hunt you down, and break you apart.

I'll never forgive you!

You goddamn man!

Never!"


Character profiles

88: An unknown Siplitet actually born in Institution C. She is one of the few Diclonius who are kind and gentle with humans, having a deep respect for the director of the facility which she lives in.

Doctor Von Jacques: The director of Institution C. The Doctor is surprisingly a very kind and generous man, compare to most directors but he understands what he does is wrong, yet is helpful for the human and Diclonius world. He works alongside his main guard, Vetus Crease, who does not hold the same kindness as the good doctor.

Vetus Crease: The same man who appears in "Differences: Cherished." Crease is an intimidating man with a brilliant shade of white hair. He is a superhuman, with the ability to channel mass amounts of energy into other things. His body has been mutated so drastically on the inside that he is even capable of touching and handling Diclonius vectors without harm. He holds a deep and unrelenting grudge against Ridini Frederick when his former comrade betrayed him for his own needs.

Ridini Frederick: Like Crease, Frederick was used as an experiment to become a superhuman, his ability coming from his incredible speed. Since his tortures, he held a deep hatred for humanity, but also knows that he is just as human as the rest of them, which only fuels his hatred more. He works for Brutus as his personal guard, despite the fact that King of the Diclonius holds no respect for him.

Vonjineu Brutus: The King of the Diclonius, same as the one in "Differences: Cherished" Brutus, like most Diclonius is a vicious creature who holds no pity for humans. He is dark and demented, wishing to see them all dead. He is a powerful figure in the Diclonius community technically, but because of his lack of appearance, he is relatively unknown to most Diclonius outside of his own Diclonius.

Vonjineu Trius: The father of Brutus, Trius was not only the former King of the Diclonius, but may be the oldest Diclonius ever. Much like his son, he holds humans to little regard, but seems to see the potential that Frederick contains.

Chelsea: The bitch. XD


Author's Note: Another, hopefully thrilling chapter of Similarities. Yes, Frederick was a bit of an ass back in the day. Frederick kept a few things from Ashrina and Celia it would seem.