Ch 26: Relentless and Pitiless

"How in the…?" Celia mumbled as Crease massaged his own neck, the blow of her vector still apparent on his face, a bit of blood that he wiped off his lips and his dark smile on his face. Crease bent down, picked up his blade and held it up in front of him, he seemed more interested in it, than the young girl in front of him. "What's going on…YOU!" Nana rushed in and cried in shock when she saw the man.

"Hm? I don't care about you little girl, back off unless you too want to die." Crease said nonchalantly stepping forward towards Celia whose on retaliation was to back up. The baby was beginning to cry in the background, and Celia reacted instantly. She charged, thinking of her baby whom this man was sure to kill for his own enjoyment. Her vector had to pierce through his gut, it just had to pierce through it. Crease threw his blade down in a vertical slice, and Celia felt what Lucy had felt when she had fought him as well.

The vector was cut off, and Celia blacked out of a moment. It wasn't pain, pain was awful but it went away soon after. Pain was annoying at times, but this, she was insane. Her mind was bursting from the effort it was to even keep her vectors around. They vanished on the spot, because it was impossible to keep them up. Celia thought she was screaming but since everything was just a torrent of misery, how could she possibly know.

"CELIA-CHAN!" Nana screamed, her face contorting into rage. She threw her arm out, and with a bang her fist flew at Crease's head. She might as well have thrown a pebble at him the good that it did. He looked at her, his dark joy obvious. "I thought Diclonius were supposed to be powerful, dangerous creatures?" Nana growled, her passive nature turning active but even she shuddered when the white haired man turned to her, heaving his blade up into the air. "Nobody will ever stand in my way again!"

He brought the blade down and Nana jumped out of the way, watching the floorboards being ripped apart. Reaching down, Crease tore off a small section of the floor, hand held and threw it Nana. The young Siplitet was rather surprised, what harm could a piece of debris do? *BAM!*

She was flung backwards, her shock etched on her face before she hit the ground opposite wall and slumped to the ground. "So heavy…how?" She whispered. "I'm rather impressed." Crease said with a chuckle. "You've managed to last over 10 seconds with a Superhuman."

"A super…what?" Nana mumbled, feeling cold hands wrap around her throat as Crease lifted her up. She responded immediately, her vectors slamming into Crease's side, but nothing happened. "Your vectors are nothing to me, it takes more than just a pair of hands like those to beat me. I will never lose…especially not to a punk ass little kid like yourself!"

"Let go of her!" Celia screamed, propelling her self in the air and sending her swarm of vectors at him. He turned abruptly, his eyes glistening with insanity as his blade blocked the attack, the arms unable to slice through his blade at all. "Why!?" Celia screamed, falling back and sending another fist at him. He dropped Nana to the ground and decided to show the young girl, just how hopeless her life really was. His sword less arm rushed out and Celia gasped as reality once again left her world. Her eyes widened to the point where her own eyebrows disappeared into her bangs. "What's wrong?" Crease exclaimed, holding the girl's vector in his own hand. Holding a vector…in his own…normal hand.

"That's impossible!" she whispered, trying to cut off his wrist. Her arm wouldn't move, her vector would not budge. This was impossible, catching it was one thing which shocked the hell out of her already, but she should be able to move it. Vectors were capable of transferring through solid objects without harming them, but she couldn't do it to him. Celia was pulled forward by Crease, pulled by her own vector as Crease dropped his blade to the ground and rammed his fist into her face. She saw stars twinkling in her face and then another punch slammed into her gut. Then with a violent, but silent rip, her own vector was ripped off.

She couldn't' scream. She was now incapable of such action even though she wanted to scream out every fiber in her body. Crease held the long appendage in his arm which disappeared soon after into nothingness. Ashrina was crying, and she, her mother…was dying.

"Celia-chan." Nana mumbled trying to get up, only to have Crease's elbow hit her face and send her back down. "You back off." Crease snarled, walking up to the girl who eyes were barely opened. "Pathetic, the great Queen of the Diclonius, reduced to this? God I hate the weak." He said with a clear sign of disgust. He picked up his sword, and brought the blade to her neck. "Farewell!"

He felt a blow to the back of his head, stopping his attack as he turned with a clear sigh of disappointment on his face. Lucy's lower lip trembled as the man had survived her own hit, from a vector. From a Queen whose on arms were supposed to stronger than usual. "You all just keep coming in right after the other. Diclonius. How pathetic." Crease said, walking up to her, her vectors slamming into his body did nothing, she could not pierce his body at all, he was freak of nature, beyond human.

He caught the next vector in his palm, laughing at the same time. "Surprised?" He asked, rushing at her, his foot caught her the midriff, her body exploding in pain as she clutched her gut, trying to suppress the pain. "You…son of a bitch." Lucy cursed, getting herself another bash to the face with Crease's foot. This was just not fun to him, it was pathetic and quite frankly had it not been for the fact that he so wanted to fight Frederick, he would've have stopped. But if killing them would get Frederick to fight him at his best, it would be worth it.

"Be gone, Diclonius." Crease said, his sword once again rising until something else caught his attention. A feeling to his back, a feeling of pain before he crashed into the wall and landed outside with a loud thud. He picked himself up, grunting in pain but still very much alive and healthy. "What the hell?" He mumbled as Celia walked out, her black irises set coldly upon him. The wind was blowing around her, and her single horn had grown, lengthening. "I will never forgive you." She muttered, her eyes directly locked onto his death. Lucy came out, ready to help but Celia put up a hand. "No. This is for me to finish, he threatened Frederick, I can't let him get away with that!"

"Is that so, do something about it?" Crease retorted, and she did. Crease found himself hurtling in the air from the punch, the powerful arm nearly breaking his face as he skidded across the ground. He looked up to see the pink haired girl flying next to him and his body was smacked away by the other. "Shit!" He grumbled, feeling something grab his arm before he was slammed repeatedly into the grassy soil, sending dirt and blood into the air.

Celia stopped, her death glare still apparent as Crease struggled to get up. He was shaking, the blood dripping from his wounds. "What happened to you?" He said through a cracked voice. "You…look different, you're strength, speed, all of it has increased. What the hell happened?"

She said nothing, the only answer he would get, his own screams echoing throughout the world. Celia's feet left the ground as her vectors pushed her off, she took her 50 death filled hands and brought them up, her intentions clear within her hate filled eyes. He would die, and he would suffer while he died. "You fool." Crease growled, bringing up his blade, putting the gleaming sword up to his chest. His blade hit the vector, but instead of slicing through it, Crease instead was forced back by the attack, and then the other vectors bashed into his body. At the end of the assault, Crease was breathing heavily, standing on one leg, the sweat dripping from his body. "Haa….haaa…haa…you…were holding back on me."

"No. I've just given myself a reason to kill you." Celia said calmly.

"Is that so…ha. Still, you must be surprised that I'm able to stand up to you after taking such a beating from vectors."

"Yes, I'll admit that does surprise me. But with that pathetic power, you can't hope to beat me. The Queen. I'll kill you, for every threat and action you've taken against my family."

Crease shook with renowned fury, but at the same time a thin smile crossed his lips. Celia lowered her head, glowering but wondering what was so funny. "Yes, you're good, your very fucking good. I couldn't hope to beat you…

At this level."

"What foolishness are you talking about?" Celia mumbled.

"Do you know what a Superhuman is. It's not just a term, but a being in itself. There are only 2 known Superhumans in the entire world, myself and Ridini Frederick. We were just humans who were brought to an Organization to create super beings. My power is not strength, but the ability to channel my on molecular energy into other items. My sword for example, is just an ordinary blade, but when channeling my own power into it, it's power increases so that I can even cut through vectors. Now I will show you…"

There was swift movement, and a flash of the blade and Crease's shirt was ripped off, causing Celia to back off in shock. His chest was buff and muscular, but at the center of his chest was a veined mass. "…Obliteration!"

He roared, taking his own blade up and twisting it so that the pointed was facing himself. His eyes, crazed with insanity gave Celia one fleeting look, his eyes finding joy in her surprise before he pieced himself in the mass.