Pinpoint Conviction
Chapter 11: Clashing Streams Of Desires, Dreams And Conviction
Elrya took a good three steps back, her hands emerging this time on a more defensive manner, her body shaking uncontrollably while Garder turned to face her. Small beads of sweat flowed down her face and the weather suddenly felt unnaturally hot, as if the steamy summers of July had come far earlier than expected. With each step that she tried to take away, Garder took the same one, thus keep the distance between them exactly the same. He never kept his blind slit eyes away from her, listening to the very sound of her movements, he could hear her ragged breathing, perhaps even the subtle beats of hear heart. His hands moved up, crossing once and going into what might have been some sort of martial arts stance or at least a preparation for his next move.
"Get the hell away from me you son of a bitch." She growled hatefully. "I don't have to do a damn thing with you Garder, now back off. You don't have the right to take me anywhere, bastard!"
"True." Garder acknowledged, his hands crisscrossing in a quick flash of momentum before returning back to his original position, fingers flexing so that the knuckles were heard popping loudly. "However, as long as Vladimir Cents exists in some way, I will deal with the situation as I see fit. You will come with me to my facility where we will check this situation out more clearly. If what you say is true, then you have become a liability, a dangerous person who needs to be watched out for. Do you really think I'd just let you walk away when you're clearly possessing a dangerous entity inside of you, two in fact considering Alya."
"You leave Alya out of this!" The girl shrieked at the man. "I'll find a way to deal with this problem myself; I'll fight back if I have to. You will not be taking me anywhere Garder; I'll make sure you don't."
He moved forward, his left foot sliding carefully forward, scrapping against the snow while he took in a single deep breath. His ears picked up the specific vibrations of her hands, longer than what they had originally been in his facility and having knowledge of what she had done in Europe, he also knew that her vectors could reach levels far beyond imagination. Of course that did nothing to startle him or break his concentration, his legs bent, body bending forward to collect momentum while a brush of cold air whistled passed them, blowing their hair and clothes away. The Diclonius standing around may have tried to help their unknown pregnant kin had many not had a distinctive understanding of just how dangerous Morotisan was.
Forward again and a step back from the girl, the distance the same again. This time, the intention of bodily harm was now fully prepared for both of them though unlike Garder, Elrya couldn't keep her composure set. Rage and even a little bit of fear engulfed her, memories of the terrible times in that damned place circulating inside her head. It didn't help knowing that Morotisan had a personal vendetta against her, one she returned with full ire on her part.
"This is my last warning, Diclonius. You will come with me, and we will deal with this situation at hand."
"I won't come, you can't force me to do anything for you, fucking bastard."
"…Then, I'll cease with the pointless talking…"
He moved, with speed unfitting of man over sixty five years of age, his moved circulating his bodily movement in a clean sweet, he had to take only two steps to reach her. He almost seemed to glide across the ground, muscles flexing, tightening, his left hand closed into a fist. Through sheer instinct, her first hand lashed out, almost beyond her own control, as if her brain had instantly attacked before comprehension. It was the moment when the flight response was ignored completely and the fight response initiated even before she could realize it. Therefore, what should have happened was Garder being struck, even killed by the sheer speed alone of her attack and definitely by its composition, which only made it shocking when he swerved to the left, the fingers unable to even caress skin before…
*BASH!*
He struck her face with a single punch, the knuckles cracking against the right side of her face with the force of an expert boxer. It was only a jab and yet it struck her like being hit by a brick, blood flowed from her mouth already and her vision became dim. Elrya stumbled backwards, coughing up the small spittle of blood, she fell to one knee, grabbed the ground and shook her head, attempting to get her mind back in place. She had seen him dodge her hands before but it didn't make it any less unnerving to her, still her hatred over road any possible suggestion of fear as she struck again, faster, harder, her hand scraping the ground as he moved again. Where it struck, the concrete floor exploded, charred black as if it had been struck by a single bolt of lightning.
He moved right, then left, his movement confusing her and then he hit her again. The back of his palm slammed into the very front of her face, knocking her back and grabbing her by the scruff of her coat again, he brought her forward, using the momentum of her pull to bring her closer, he backed away, turned to the side with perfect precision and slammed his elbow straight against her face.
Spurting up blood again, mostly from her broken nose, she barely managed to catch her balance, weakly moving her body to the wall, she grabbed it with her hand, trying her best to keep her consciousness up. Facing her again, his body returned to its usual fighting stance, ready for the next move to be made.
"You damn bastard, you can't…" One of the Diclonius tried to yell only to be quickly cut off by the Director himself.
"I can do whatever I feel like to make sure the world remains in balance. Do not speak about what you clearly know nothing about." His words were filled with contempt and he then took that contempt out on the beaten girl who valiantly stood up to face him again. "You have a tendency to make things much harder than they should girl, you should know now that you have no possible way of beating me. Whether I take you in conscious or unconscious is up to you, but you will be coming with me. If Vladimir Cents remains inside your head, then I cannot allow such danger to go on unattended. This is the very last warning I will give you, Elrya Alya, because afterwards….
…I will start to strike your gut."
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"Y-You wouldn't…you son of a bitch…!" She whispered, holding her belly in defense as she knew exactly what he meant by that.
"Do you really think I care, I attempted to have you killed months ago, I couldn't care less about what you may hold." Garder replied sinisterly.
"What's he talking about?" One girl asked, of course not knowing the secret Elrya had.
Incisive rage swirled around her in the form of her vectors, slashing at the ground chaotically before with great effort she put them away, her face scrunched in mental pain before bowing it defeated. She couldn't risk her own child, the last link she had with her lover Yin Sandersas, being hurt. Swallowing deeply, she couldn't even get herself to look at him, honestly afraid that he would truly do what he threatened. The only person she felt even more infuriated with was the monster inside her head. "You knew this would happen, didn't you Vladimir?" She thought at the inner demon inside her.
There was no response.
"Don't ignore me, I know you're there!"
No response again.
"Stop ignoring me you asshole!"
"Oh can I speak again? You told me to shut my mouth until later; I was just acknowledging that compromise of ours. Even after fifteen years, Morotisan's skills haven't dropped in the slightest. It's not point in being upset, even I can't match his expertise."
"Alright then Garder, I'll come." She uttered in contempt, her shoulders sagging as she finally looked at him, biting her lower lip in the process. "On one condition however, I want Roy and a few others to come with me, I sure as hell am not going with you alone. Secondly, even though I am coming, you will not force me to stay with you. If you can't do anything then I'll leave, understand?"
"I will acknowledge the first one, Roy Synth can come as well as anyone you wish to come with you. The second one however will depend on the circumstances. This is not up for debate either girl, accept it or face the consequences." Wiping the trail of blood off her face, she desperately wished to retort back but thought better of it. She wouldn't be a guinea pig for his dreaded facility ever again. The mere thought of even heading back to the place synonymous with hell made her cringe, but she knew arguing now would be pointless. It was pointless long ago. There was nothing for her to say, she only nodded in grudging agreement and let him continue. "I will be getting Synth, you are to be here shortly after, got it?"
"…Yes…"
He didn't move away, but instead clicked open his tiny black cellular phone and called Roy, obviously easier than trying to find his cottage while unable to see. Elrya didn't bother to listen to him, she ignored the calls of the other Diclonius and rushed off to her dormitory.
Turning the corner, she bumped into Lilian, nearly knocking them both onto the floor.
"Ah, Lilian I'm glad I found you. Is Caren and Miriana still in the room?"
Lilian, completely nude and her hair towel dried, not that it bothered Elrya who of course was used to seeing nudity from other Diclonius, shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "I think so, I just got of the shower room. You don't look so good either, did you have another episode or something?"
"That's not it, can you come with me to the room, I hope the others are still there." Following her, Lilian could only imagine what her friend needed to tell them. The other two were indeed still in the room, Miriana understandably blushing and turning away when Lilian came in, still not completely use to such distinctive ways of the Diclonius girls. Her attention quickly found its way to her best friend's face, without thinking she grabbed a napkin, dabbing it at Elrya's bruises, her face mortified. "You're hurt Elrya, what happened?"
"Garder happened." She answered vindictively.
"Garder?" Caren questioned bewilderedly. "You mean the old blind man? What does he want with you?"
"You'll find out later." She didn't want to say it in front of Lilian though she had a strong feeling she'd learn the truth anyways. "Just come with me alright, I'd really like some back up with me. Roy's coming too as well so…"
"Say no more, we'll come, right girls?" Lilian said, the others agreeing instantly.
Garder stood outside, arms crossed with his eyes closed, his head slightly bowed as if in prayer with Roy standing next to him. His face didn't display any sense of surprise though worry was on it, indicating that Garder told him what he knew, in which case, he told him what Elrya told him. The Diclonius and human girls came up to them, Elrya expressing pure hatred while the others could only look on with awkward gazes. Hearing their footsteps, Garder opened his eyes and tilted his head towards their direction. "Let us go." He spoke curtly, heading over to the front gates where a few vehicles were waiting for them. He had no idea why Elrya would want to bring more people around, Roy he could understand, but the others were beyond him.
Regardless of that though, he didn't bother to think too much about it. Let her do as she wanted with her friends, he had more important things to deal with. To think that his old rival and technical co-worker was still alive, in a sense and even more surprising existing inside that girl's mind. He had to admit the thought was outlandish but he also knew that it was the truth. But if Cents existed I some form or way, he may be able to answer why this cult, as he suspected them to be as such, were using his weapons. He also knew that it would be more logical to survive a bomb explosion than to get a straight answer out of his old time enemy.
Elrya, Lilian and Carentorzulan all sat in the back seat of a large van, ones far too similar to the ones they had been thrown into when they were first captured long ago. Caren especially felt nauseous, terrible memories of the past where she had cried for her sister to save her. Almost instinctively she clutched her shoulder, gripping the part of her body that had been shot long ago. Somehow she imagined a large wound suddenly opening up, blood filled and dirty, paining her throughout the whole trip. "Why did you bring us with you again?" Caren questioned.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't want to come alone. I needed my friends to back me up and stay with me." The pregnant Diclonius admitted, hoping the others didn't feel upset with her.
As they arrived at the facility, Elrya couldn't help but feel the twisted sensation of foreboding fill her body. She, like all the Diclonius who had gone through it, even died inside of it, hated the structure beyond belief. The other Diclonius didn't feel any better, even if it was a different one from the ones they had been in, it was still a facility. A Diclonius research institution, where they and countless others had to suffer for humanity's gain. It was the kind of feeling only those who had been tormented since childhood would understand. No matter what someone said, no matter how much it changed, only bad memories would surface while they were inside the institution. Caren herself appeared to be affected the most, she had gone pale and refused to even look at the building and to calm her down, Lilian put comforting hand against her, unspeaking but clearly saying that there was nothing to worry about. They all understood it as well, the reason why Caren was acting particularly pained with heading to the institution. She had gone through a major mental breakdown when she was inside Kakuzawa's island facility and it had taken a huge struggle to finally get her back to her good old self.
The name Nirlinya now danced on the tip of her tongue, bitter and unappetizing.
The vehicles pulled into the drive ways, where they finally got out, standing together while Roy and Garder too came around. Alya was almost certain that a bunch of soldiers were going to ambush them from behind, her vectors emerging in self-defense. Hearing them, Garder's fingers flexed, ready to attack on the slightest provocation.
"Something up?" Lilian asked.
"…No…" Alya mumbled, letting her hands dissipate. "I just don't like being here."
"Heh, the feelings mutual." Lilian Cents agreed, a fake smile plastered on her face.
Garder lead them through the facility, and Elrya silently told herself that if they went anywhere near the location of the experimentation room, she was going to make a mad break for it. Luckily they didn't head anywhere near it, instead they came to a moderately sized room, the walls as white as the rest of the facility with multiple large computers and a huge cylindrical machine at the far left. There were six seats in the room, ones that the Diclonius and human filled up and Roy taking the last one sat and leaned back, closing his eyes half way so that he looked almost bored.
The door opened again, this time two new people entered, both of them recognizable as Julius and Victoria Javel. "Ah? Hello?" Victoria stated uncertainly, Julius keeping his demeanor stoic. "Julius, get the machine ready, Elrya Alya, sit yourself inside." Alya who was still in command gave one long look at the machine and then gave Garder a look that clearly said that he was both insane and that he should get inside of it.
"It's going to be fine, it's a machine used to read brain wave signals. Trust me, it won't hurt you." Roy explained. Still not satisfied, Alya sighed and put herself on the large table, Julius working the machine delicately and getting it ready. "I swear this better not make my head explode!" She felt her bod being moved back, sliding into the large area while lights and sound soared through her eyes and ears. Again, unable to be in the place she hated most of all without feeling uncomfortable, she thought of wires erupting and pinning her down.
Victoria came over to Julius, curiously looking over his shoulder at a screen in which three specific wavy lines were viewable. "This is an interesting discovery we have here." Julius muttered, moving the cursor around and getting a better view at the screen.
"What is this?" Victoria asked.
The three lines were shaped in three different colors, blue, green and red. The blue one, which was at the top, was the thickest, followed by the green and then the red.
"This is the mental image of Elrya Alya's brain. The blue one represents Alya and since she's in control right now, her line is bigger. The green one is Elrya's and because she's in the recesses of her own brain, her line is smaller."
"I think I understand, but what's the red one?" Victoria inquired.
"That is the mystery, it's a third wave length inside of her head."
"Get up, and sit down Alya." Garder commanded. Glad to get up, she sat back down and waited for Garder's next orders. "If he still exists inside your head, then here's what I need you to do, Diclonius. Have him come to the front of the mind and let us speak directly." She regretted ever waiting for the next order.
"Oh, so he wants to speak with me directly huh? What say you girl, will you let me come up front?"
"Tsk! I don't…have a choice! Listen up Cents, if you try anything at all, I mean any fucking thing at all. I'll beat you down so badly you'll be a damn vegetable when I'm finished. She was going to regret this, at the very least she was going to vomit. The first thing Alya did was combine her brain waves with Elrya, wanting to be in top shape when they went into the back and that monster came to the front. Her right hand reached up, and with a single sigh, she returned to her mind and something corrupted came forth. There was no sign of any change, no shake of the body, no outcry, nothing to show that anything had happened. Removing her hand, she gazed at it with eyes blurred, lips partly open.
"I must admit…" She said, her voice far different from even Elrya's and Alya's. It was deep, far too deep, and almost masculine at the time. "…Being inside a pregnant horned girl's body, was the last thing I ever expected." Casually, she pressed her right hand against her chest."
"Stop touching my breasts! Guah! This is disgusting!" Elrya Alya yelled inside her head.
Miriana got up, trying to help her friend in some way. "Elrya? Alya? Are you still there?" Having been almost entranced by her own hand, the Diclonius found her eyes following Miriana and a smile broke her face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn't little Miriana, it's been so long hasn't it? You still have your hair like that?"
"Who are you?" Miriana asked.
"You should know best of all, dreaming angel…" Fear, uncontrollably fear hit the human girl, forcing her to step away rapidly. The Diclonius folded her legs, leaning back, everyone now looking at her while she leaned her head back. "It's amazing how fickle death can be sometimes, I want to get shot, I get shot. I want to die, I die. Yet I come back anyways, completely beyond my scope of imagination. Here I am, inside the body of a pregnant girl, that thought is worthy of a laugh. Looking around me, I see some very familiar faces and I see some faces…" He gazed at Lilian's startled complexion. "…Who I really want to talk to.
But enough chit chat, Perfect Soldier is going to get angry if I don't talk. Allow me to make the introduction." She raised her hand, and snapped her fingers once.
"My name is Vladimir Cents."
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HER!" Miriana's sudden outburst threw Caren, Lilian and Victoria off balance. None of them having heard her express such a furious proclamation in before. Garder had his hand to his head, his face slightly scrunched in what appeared to be pain. No wonder as Miriana had directly screamed right beside him and for a man who's hearing was amplified beyond a normal human's own, his ears were currently ringing incessantly. There was a look in the human girl's eyes that had only been seen once before and it was for the exact same person. It was the look when Vladimir Cents had first corrupted her best friend's mind and in a fit of rage she had started shooting Cents' dead body. She still had the gun on her and she instantly brought it out, only stopping from pulling the trigger when it came to fruition that she would still be shooting Elrya Alya.
The Diclonius, Vladimir as the case horribly seemed to be, only smiled at her. A smile that lacked any of her best friend's warmth or kindness, just a sadistic grin filled with chaotic enjoyment. "Are you upset, dreaming angel?"
She snapped again, the only person who could ever make the most innocent girl it he world fill furious enough to the point of harming others. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HER!" Was that the first time she had ever cursed in her life? Tears were streaming down her face, nonstop as they flowed continuously mixing with the snot in her nose. Hate, how could anything but hate ever fill her soft heart for the nightmare before her? Dead people were not supposed to come back, and evil people were definitely supposed to be in Hell.
"Girl…" Garder spoke strictly, stopping the girl's rant. "You are obnoxiously loud right now, be quiet!" His voice silenced her immediately and still sniffing uncontrollably, her dark eyes refused to leave Elrya Alya's corrupted face.
"What do you mean…?" It was Lilian and she displayed true shock at the revelation. "I don't understand…"
"What's your full name?" Vladimir asked.
"…Cents. Lilian Cents."
The Diclonius chuckled. "You see that's an interesting thing, because my name as mentioned is Vladimir Cents."
Lilian quickly shook her head, trying to deny that fact. "You can't be, Vladimir Cents was my father."
"Interesting predicament. Tell me, what did your so called father look like."
Lilian felt awkward talking to personality who claimed to have the same name as her father, who now resided in the body of her friend. Well, ummm, kind of large, not fat or anything but large. He also had very thick blonde hair and deep red eyes, that I definitely remember."
Vladelya laughed out loud. "How quaint, you see that's exactly what I look like…well…before this incident at least. Lilian Cents huh, I don't recall ever having a daughter though. You see it's a bit beyond me, I've never had much care for sexuality. Tell me about your mother, maybe I'm forgetting someone important."
"She was a very kind woman who loved me very much and my father loved her very much too. She always told me that and my father gave me this coin…" She brought it out. "As a way of remembering him." Vladelya extended her hand, taking the coin from Lilian and looking at it carefully. "Aye, I thought so, it's the exact same type of coin that I use." She casually threw it over to Lilian before looking up at the ceiling, red eyes narrowing.
"I have a question for you, Elrya was supposed to ask but since I'm here I'll do it anyways. Did your father ever tell you anything? You know, ever have some sort of phrase he would tell you? Tell me, what is your greatest desire?"
She looked at him confusedly, and then shook her head in denial. "You, or he, she…my father never said anything like that. He did tell me one thing though, I do remember it. He told me…
…that I should always follow my dreams to the very end."
…
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There was silence, a long and tedious one at that. The corrupted girl's face which had been smirking the entire time vanished slowly. Instead Vladelya was now gazing at Lilian with pure disappointment. "I had really hoped to have something interesting but you truly are a disappointment, a complete and utter waste of space." Lilian felt her heart grow cold, maybe because she still felt that the voice belonged to her father who despite not doing much in her life, had still expressed compassion and love to her when she had known him. Even her own mother had loved him, had been too clear on that as well. "A dreaming little girl, a foolish thought that anything could ever be related to me. Here's an idea, fool, wake up. Dreams don't last forever. In fact, you know what you should seriously do right now? If you can't get over this fact, if you still believe that I am somehow related to you, or that I would ever say anything dreams being good.
…Take a sharp object, like a knife, or just use your own vectors that'll do the trick…
…and slit your fucking throat."
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Trembling, Lilian felt as if she had been slapped silly. Welling tears rose from her eyes, falling quick down her cheeks as she clutched her heart. Had the person she had once known as a father, maybe disliking a few things about him but ultimately seeing him as a person she could trust, actually say that to her? Had her own father tell her to kill herself? Had she been wrong this entire time and at the same time, had her own mother been wrong the entire time as well? "That's not true, my father was never like that. H-He would never say anything like that to me. My m-mother said that…" She was unable to finish, choking on her own voice Caren, expressing sheer contempt for the personality in front of Elrya Alya's mind, wrapped her arms comfortably around Lilian for support.
And for the strangest reason, Vladimir Cents couldn't get the sensation of enjoyment out of seeing her suffer. Any other time, he would've at least kept smiling if not burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. In fact, he still found her to be an interesting case, mainly because what she said denied his existence and yet everything she said also pointed to him. Her father, whoever that man might be, matched his description far too well for comfort. She even got his eyes right and Cents knew that red eyes for humans was a very rare thing indeed. He asked one more question, out of sheer curiosity.
"What was your father's middle name?"
Still sniffing, she couldn't look at the Diclonius but muttered softly, "I think it was…Radoslav…"
"…"
Cents didn't answer, but his face remained impassive to her.
"Oh, hey Sniper, didn't mean to ignore you." Vladelya finally murmured to Roy who amazing was keeping his cool considering Vlad had murdered his wife in cold blood. Instead he actually smirked, somewhat forced honestly and spoke with a calm disposition. "Don't worry about it, Incorrigible, I wasn't interested anyways."
"Ha! Is that so Sniper? You look as uncaring as ever, Zero Point." He finally mentioned to Julius, the man giving Vladimir the same absentminded gaze he gave everyone. Really, besides Victoria, Julius honestly had nothing against Vladimir because Vladimir had done nothing to him. Not to his knowledge at least and he wasn't stupid, or rather caring enough to ask anyways. Turning her eyes to the eldest female Diclonius, she tipped her head to the side ad muttered, "Who might you be, young lady?"
Victoria, still freaked about listening to a girl with three personalities, one of them being a male no doubt, found her tongue slip. "I-I-I'm Victoria. Victoria Javel."
"Javel huh, how quaint."
"Enough small talk, we're not here for this." Garder said sternly, pocketing his hands inside his brown coat. "I have heard more than enough, now you are going to provide some information for me." The girl smirked devilishly at him but let him speak on. "Follow me…" Leaving the room, the two personalities residing in the back of the pregnant Diclonius' mind decided to come up front. Staggering, the girl clutched her head for just a second, then shook it, the others glancing at her direction.
"That was…the worst experience…in my entire life." Alya groaned, only to be visibly forcibly hugged by her best human friend.
"Oh I'm so glad you're alright Alya! I thought I was going to lose it listening to that monster!" Miriana cried.
"I will never let him beat me Miriana, trust me on that. He'll never be strong enough to beat both Elrya and myself and if he ever tries anything, we'll beat him down just like before. I'll ever let him hurt another person again, I'll ever let him hurt you again either. Do you understand Vladimir Cents?" She thought at the end of her mind, addressing The Twisted Relic directly, her physical face scrunched up in fury. "If I can ever find a way to permanently get rid of you, I will do so. I won't hesitate a single instant to make sure you fully cease to exist. You know what else? I'm also going to follow whatever conviction or dreams that I feel like following and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. You may be in my head but I'm the one who will always be in control, got it!" She didn't relent, didn't give him a moment to retort. "Here's another thing, as long as you're inside me, and fuck if that doesn't make me want to vomit in more ways than one, you will listen to every word I say. You will also keep your goddamn mouth shut too unless I tell you to speak. You will also not mention that fucking desires of yours either, it's annoying as hell to everyone.
Oh and the last thing, when I give birth and you end up screwing my child somehow, there won't be an argument. I'll push you down so far you definitely won't exist. I should do it now truthfully.
…Really, I guess Lilian was wrong in the end."
"…"
He said nothing, he didn't even laugh inside of her brain. Instead he was currently thinking about Lilian Cents, because funny enough the middle name she mentioned, was the correct answer.
Garder brought them to his office, coming towards the small television screen before turning it on, inserting a tape inside and letting it turn on. "Have Vladimir come back again." He ordered, earning an understandably long stare from Alya who reluctantly agreed. Returning back to the front of the mind, Vladelya strolled over to the screen, hands behind her back and peering over at the screen, red eyes gleefully examining the video that was now playing. Without speaking she watched the entire thing up until a specific point.
"Aren't those my rods?" She asked.
"That's what we were wondering, apparently some people have found your weapons and if there anything you know, you will tell us."
"Well I must say I did enjoy the senseless slaughter, suffering is so quaint. Unfortunately I really have no idea what's going on. No lies I swear, I'm as confused as you right now."
Garder wasn't about to believe her so easily. "We know that you created special serums for your body to help fight against vectors. What else did you have?"
"No idea…" She uttered darkly.
"Tell the truth…" It wasn't Garder who spoke; it wasn't even Elrya or Alya. Instead it was Lilian who while unable to give a similar look of loathing that everyone else was giving Cents, her voice was purposefully collect and strict. Vladelya, tracing her eyes over to her could not seem to find it in her to actually make any retorts back. Instead her face became passive again, she leaned against the wall, eyes closed and putting her head back to the point she almost looked like she was going to fall backwards. She might have had she not raised her left foot and put it against the wall for balance. "My rods, my specialized pistol and my serum are all that I ever used along with Armata Lui Dracul. I had hundreds of thousands of followers as you very well know, but that doesn't mean I kept in contact with all of them or all of the material that we created.
I will say this though, if what I just saw is the only thing they've done, these people haven't learned how to properly use my weapons." If there was anything else Garder had to say to Vladelya, she would learn from the other two personalities later. Alya forcibly took control and just for good measure violently pushed Cents down into her mind just to make sure he got the point.
"Why do I have the worst luck?" Alya moaned.
"So what do you want to do about this?" Julius questioned seriously.
"What I'd like to do is to get rid of Cents personality off of her permanently; he's far too dangerous a liability to keep around. However he's still connected directly with Alya which means we'd have to directly get rid of her. Something I don't know is even possible although taking circumstances into effect, if a personality can be inserted into a brain, it should be possible to take it out." Before he could go on, Elrya almost as if defending Alya, told her to head back and then she herself emerged to the front, giving Garder a good piece of her jigsaw mind. "Listen bastard, I'd truly love it if I had this son of a bitch out of my head. But I won't let you do anything that'll harm Alya. I don't trust you one bit, no more than I trust Vladimir so you can just shut your mouth.
Do you understand?" She ended vehemently.
Morotisan looked away and muttered slowly, "Can you keep him under control?" The question caught her off guard yet she answered with a calm and firm heart. "I will never let him win, I will never let him beat me."
"We will see, but thankfully, Vladimir Cents is less dangerous inside you then he would be inside of his own body. Plus as long as something keeps him suppressed, I see no problem. Not to mention, Vladimir is more useful to me alive inside your head instead of completely dead. I assume he can still hear me right?" She nodded once and a few seconds later added, "Yeah…"
"Vladimir Cents, life has given you a new chance. I don't think a single person here though, would mind if you stopped existing. However, the enemy of my enemy is my friend and with this cult using your weapons, the best person to speak to, would be yourself.
But, I will be making an obligation or you, Elrya Alya. Every other two weeks, you will be required to come to this facility for a routine checkup. Your activities at the educational institution will be closely monitored as well."
"…Fine." Her answer came out in a grudging whisper. It was probably the only time she had ever agreed with Garder so quickly. "Can I go back now? This is my last day until those stupid classes start and I'm not really interested in spending it talking to the two people I hate more than anyone in the world. Gah!" She spat on the floor and began wiping her tongue like she eaten something bitter. "I can still taste him on me!"
"…Fine, Julius take the others back. Victoria get me a cup of water, I need something to drink now." The others were more than glad to leave, Roy was especially glad that he didn't have to speak much, his mind almost refusing to think too much of the situation. It might have been his sniper mind, though he could be outlandish at times, when he put his head to it, Roy was very calm and collected. Once they left, Garder's last thoughts before he sat at his desk, was Lilian who had managed to quell Vladimir's chaotic nature in an instant. At some point in his life, Cents had copulated with another woman, who then gave birth to a daughter. Not just any daughter, but a Diclonius daughter as well. Both of these daughters had ended up loving their fathers with all their hearts in the beginning. But Lilian Cents got to live, while Veronica Morotisan had been dead for over fifteen years now.
…The similarity between the two men, had become fairly striking in some regards.
Characters:
Aurelius Denotos: The main antagonist of "Pinpoint Conviction", Aurelius is a zealot believing himself to be a messiah and the greatest thing in the world since sliced pie. He has a hatred for Diclonius for being unfaithful and lying cretins as well as hating basically anyone who doesn't agree with him all the time and any time. Having a small group of followers, he has taken the equipment of Vladimir Cents, using it for his own sick purpose.
Vladimir Cents: The infamous mass murderer who created a war fifteen year ago before being subsequently defeated by Garder. He was killed during the issue with Kakuzawa by Elrya but not before implanting his own personality into the Diclonius' mind. Therefore he continues to exist inside her head and the girls make sure he know his place. Though cold, relentless and cruel, he still has a uncertain relationship with his daughter, Lilian Cents.
Vladelya: The name of the young Diclonius whenever Vladimir's personality has taken direct control, needless to say, it's not something Elrya and Alya want to happen often.
Author's Notes: A quick update this time, I do hope you've enjoyed the chapter. So the good news for Elrya Alya is...well honestly when you've got the most dangerous man in the world living inside your brain, there's little good news. But at least she hasn't gone completely nuts and that's always a good sigh right? There are problems going all around the world and when these problems cause you to seek help from other dangerous criminals, you know things can start getting bad. What will happen next, on "Pinpoint Conviction?"
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