(PRESENT)

She ran, it was the only thing her brain could process. 88 ran as hard as she could, as fat as she could and only stopped when she began to vomit in the alleyway which she turned. She was in the bustling city, and had things not been so serious, she would've been happily astounded to be in such a place. "I…think…we got away." 103 panted, having told 88 to run to the city. She shut her eyes, swallowing a upcoming yell as her leg throbbed.

"Shit." She thought angrily, fighting back the pain. "I can't believe he actually shot me."

"Are you ok, 103?" 88 asked.

103 was about to say she was fine, until her leg throbbed so intensely her words were drowned by a low moan. She clutched her leg, unable to move it. "That looks bad." 88 said timidly, looking at her wound. 103 hadn't seen it herself, so she decided to look down, she instantly regretted it. It was no wonder her leg was burning like hell.

The bullet had not just struck her, it gouged right in. The lower calf of her leg was torn apart, showing the bone, blood and sinews. She realized that the pain she was feeling was rising from the upper part of her wound and after seeing it she had to fight back the tears.

"Shit…" She cried softly. "Ow…it hurts."

103 cried then threw up herself, sickened and disgusted. It hurt so much, she couldn't even bring her vectors out right now. So much pain…so much.

"Rip it off." She said.

103 was dumbstruck.

"It hurts…I can't walk on it! Dammit! Just rip it off!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face. 103 might has well have asked 88 to give a nice warm cup of lava. "I can't…" 88 muttered, although looking at the wound even she knew that leg wouldn't last. However, as if hoping for a miracle she spoke the opposite of what she thought. "It'll be ok…it'll heal…"

"Idiot…" 103 growled. "Just…it hurts! Oh damn…ahhh…please."

"Oh…I'm so sorry." 88 said sadly.

*Slash!*

103 gasped as she felt her leg torn off and then flung aside by 88's vector. The pain was harsh, but not nearly as much as it had been before. But now she was without a leg, unable to move, and she could only guess when they would be attacked again. "Ah, thanks…" She mumbled. 88 didn't return the gratitude, she instead starred solemnly in the opposite direction, a bead of sweat running down her cheek. That was the first time she had ever used her vector like that, to tear off a limp. Yes it was for her friends wellbeing, but it still didn't go well for her. Her next objection however was to deal with 88's bleeding stump.

"She brought her vector out, giving 103 a start because she didn't know why she would be bringing it out again. The vector wrapped around the stump, putting slight pressure on it. "What…are you doing?" 103 asked.

"We need to put pressure on the wound and then wrap it up. You're going to lose a lot of blood so I'm using my vector to try and staunch the wound."

103 starred blankly. This was the girl who didn't know jack about the outside world and yet knew something like this. 88 could see the questioning look in 103's face and answered.

"The…doctor told me about it."

103's eyes began to droop, the loss of blood becoming obvious now. She was still alive, though she would have to rest for a few hours. Hours, of which time was no on their side. Having no sort of wrappings around, 88 took he vector and cut off one of the sleeves to her dress, using that to wrap the stump. 103 had since fallen asleep, her chest rising normally while 88 turned her head, and once again threw up her lunch. 103 didn't know, but that was much harder than she had made it look. Plus, doing all this made her think of the doctor and wondered where he might be. And hoped that he was ok.

Right now, she could only hope that nobody came to them. 103 would have to sleep and even then a proper doctor would have to see to her wound. Since the incident, 88 was understandably reluctant to ask any help at all. The stars were out now, twinkling majestically in the sky. They, undeterred by the surroundings of the universe, did not care for the pain of these two girls. 103 slept, despite her wounds, peacefully on 88's shoulder, and 88 imagined that this was what it was like to have a sister.

"I swear they don't pay me enough to do this shit." Akira mumbled, swigging down a pint of sake. He sat at the table with his other comrades, Genki and Ryuu while other members of the Special Defense Team were scattered about.

"I know man, this is some crazy shit." Genki replied. "Seriously, I can't believe I sighed myself up for this. Did you see what happened to Riku?"

"Yeah." Akira said crossing his arms and leaning against the chair. "Ripped right in half, glad I've got a strong stomach." He laughed, as if trying to add a bit of humor to it, though he even he knew the seriousness of the topic. "Diclonius…" He muttered. "Crazy things, children with those freaky invisible hands. I swear, the only good Diclonius is a dead one."

"Yeah…." Genki said absentmindedly. He looked over the corner, to see the commander standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His cold silver eyes, starring in front, unmoving and uncaring. The pitiless face of Jericho.

"You know…" Akira mumbled, also looking at the commander. "I don't think I've ever seen Commander Jericho smile or be happy. I mean yes, maybe now isn't such a good time, but I've never once seen him crack a joke."

"Haven't you heard." Ryuu said, speaking for the first time. "They say his wife and child were killed by a Diclonius. Even worst, his own daughter was supposedly a Diclonius herself."

"Damn, that's got to suck." Akira uttered. "Man's got some issues to deal with."

His comrades mumbled in agreement. "I'm going to bed." Genki said, yawning. "I want to be ready for tomorrow. I'd rather not end up like Riku. Poor bastard."

More mumbled of agreement. After an hour later, Jericho's soldiers were in their bunks, awaiting the morning light. The grey coated man stepped outside of the base, looking out at the night-lit city that stood 20 miles away. Those s miserable silver eyes, whose blissful happiness had been destroyed on that faithless day. They look out at the lights twinkling in on the skyscrapers and see nothing but a sad day. It is always cloudy and the days are always miserable.

So he, Isaac "Jericho" Grandes lives with his misery every day, never forgetting that day. When poor little Elena was butchered before his very eyes. That miserable time, when Miyana was murdered as he starred unable to prevent it. Those cold, emotionless eyes can only see the clouds rolling through his mind.

An emotionless killer. Those cruel guns whose bullets fell those he wishes to fell. He has never seen his own blood even when the doctor attacked him. Because those silver eyes cannot see his welling pain and misery that he has been cursed with. Those eyes, know only the mission.

To end the lives of his enemies and continue on. To continue with this sad existence. To kill.

That's where it will lead.

He is Isaac "Jericho" Grandes. The bane of the Diclonius. He is the one who, who always goes forward, unafraid and unconcerned. He does not flinch and he does not beg for mercy.

Those miserable silver eyes, are cold…and pitiless.

(PAST)

"Nice place you got here boy." Crease said smirking. Brutus was once again about to throw a temper tantrum. How dare this human think he can just do whatever he wants. "Listen up human…"

"Crease." The man corrected the boy.

"Human…" He retorted back, although Crease only smirked back. "You're only here to find that other stupid human. I should just kill you now."

"Perhaps you missed the part where you couldn't do shit to me." Crease mumbled. "Eh, what do I care. Arguing with a little brat like you is pointless. That's a nice sword." Crease said, looking at a large antique blade and lifting it up.

"Stop touching my belongings." The King growled.

"Yes…" Crease mumbled, ignoring Brutus. "This is quite nice, sturdy and powerful. Even more with my abilities. I like it. Hell of a lot better than my last one."

"I told you to stop, human. Obey me." Brutus yelled.

"This might be new to you kid, but I don't obey people." Crease said, his voice dropping his amused tone. "I'm working for you for two reason. One of them is the hopes that you will help me find Frederick so I can kick the shit out of him. The other one is he fact that compared to humans, I just happen to like Diclonius more. Learn that well brat."

"How dare you!" Brutus yelled, getting up and jumping down from his throne. He might've looked threatening to another five year old, but the same couldn't be said now. Crease being over 4 feet taller than the boy, could not be intimidated. The other Diclonius however could, and they went to their king's side. A young female, 14 years old came up to him.

"It's alright Brutus, we know your right. Settle down." She said.

"That's right, little brat. It's time you know your place."

"HOW DARE YOU!" He shrieked, struggling while the Siplitet held him tightly.

"Listen up human…" Another Siplitet said in a low deadly voice. "I don't care…what are you doing?" She said in mid sentence when Crease walked up to her. He didn't do anything, he just towered over her, his amber eyes digging viciously into her own.

"Or what…Diclonius." He muttered. "Will you cut my head off, because maybe you didn't see it, your vectors can't do shit to me. So here's a little message. If I wanted too, I could crush your brains and make a fucking milkshake out of them if I wanted too. And you…" He said looking at Brutus.

"Until you can grow some hair on your fucking balls, threatening me will never work. So shut up."

Nobody spoke, but their anger was apparent. Crease casually shrugged his shoulders. "I'll be back later, there's too much idiocy in castle." He said, leaving.

"Bastard." Brutus growled.

The phone rang as Frederick typed on the computer and answered it right after the first buzz. "This is the director of Institution A, Kakuzawa Torino. I need clarification immediately."

"Details." Frederick said sternly.

"Chiba family, location. Give it to me now." Torino growled from the phone.

Frederick typed in the message, as the information was sent up to the satellite. He got in more information on the Chiba family members, his eyes stopping for a second at the 6 year old daughter smiling in a photograph. His pause was only for a moment, and he continued typing.

"Location, they are going to their home. I'm sending in reinforcements."

He hung up the phone, and returned back to work. Having no idea, that he had just helped hunt down and kill the parents of the girl he would come to love. That he would have unconscious part in the tortures of the woman he would come to adore. He had no clue, that he right now…at that very moment. Just put the girl he would love with all his heart, into the madhouse of despair.