Making the necessary calls, Orlene sat in the cruiser with baited breath as Dio drove at mock speed to their designation. Sure enough a group of bystanders and cameraman surrounded a specific complex before the cruiser skidded to a halt. Dio and Orlene jumped out of the car before Dio began yelling at the bystanders. "What are you doing fools! That building could blow up at any second! Back away from there now! Somebody give me a heads up on what's going on in there too!"
Most of the people made a hasty retreat at this point before somebody answered Dio's other question. "Somebody's taken five people hostages and is planning on blowing him and the others sky high."
"Mother of God!" Dio roared. "Officer Shirasu, how much do you know about diffusing bombs?"
"…"
"I didn't think so." Dio uttered. "Come on, and be careful and for the love of God don't antagonize this guy. These people are loose kegs ready to blow on the slightest provocation! Come on!" With Dio making a sprint to the building and ordering anyone near it away, Orlene quickly followed him through. Rising up to the top floor she and Dio stood behind the wall and listened as the man yelled.
"That's right you bastards, come on! Do something! You all deserve to die anyways!" He ended his outburst with a cackle of madness and Orlene's anger grew. "That bastard…" She growled before Dio put a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down Officer Shirasu, we can't act irrationally. I can see the bomb in the corner…shit!"
"What's wrong?" The young Siplitet asked.
"Even if the bomb squad does come, they won't be able to get near it. Ah shit! Twenty seconds before that fucker blows!"
Orlene gasped into her hand. "W-what do we do?" She whispered.
"A-alright let me think. Red, yellow, blue…think…think…"
"BE THY GLORY FOR THY HEAVENLY…" The crazy man was now screaming was felt like scriptures as the crowd huddled together, doing their own sort of praying.
"Orlene, your arms are invisible right?"
"More or less, why?"
"Do you see the bomb over there? The red and green wires must be cut to stop it from exploding but of course none of us can go over there to it. Hurry, you've got 10 seconds left."
Sweating and tensed, Orlene sent one of her vectors out, and went for the box.
"Red and green right?" She asked.
"YES!" He yelled in a whisper.
"FOR THE SHEPERD IN OUR LAND! OUR HOLY FATHER…"
*Snip* *Snip*
"AMEN!"
He raised his arms to the sky, a manic grin on his face as if expecting to be raised into the air and delivered back safely by divine intervention. As a few seconds passed he began to look more and more stupid just standing there with a stupid smile on his face. "AMEN!" He said again, with much less macho in his voice as his eyes looked around frantically. "WHAT THE DEVIL!" He yelled looking around at his bomb. "Why the fuck didn't it blow up! Shit! Did someone tamper with it?"
"Yeah, someone did…"
The man turned around, and Orlene brought back her own physical fist, and gave that loathsome jackass the best punch she could muster. He collapsed on the floor, a broken nose as Orlene held a raised fist. Dio walked over, glanced over at the fallen felon and gave a fleeting look at Orlene. "Nice punch Officer Shirasu. Didn't know you had it in you."
"Well he was pissing me off." Orlene said.
Yet another day for Shirasu Orlene.
As the sun began to settle over the horizon, Orlene, alone, waited in the briefing room so she could give the run down on the Diclonius robbers and the exact things that needed to be done. She thought, as a good employee to come much earlier than expected and was instantly regretting it.
"Oh my I'm bored…" She though lazily, looking out the window and sighing heavily. She was so glad when Captain Altric came in along with the rest of the boys, taking different seats as Orlene stood at the front, again feeling young, inexperienced and completely Diclonius-ish in this mass of human police officers. She kind of hoped nobody would interrupt her this time and when the last one came in, she went to the bored, got a marker out and began her speech.
"Excuse me, officer Shirasu?" Erickson said, raising his hand. "What is that?"
The Sipliet gazed at the board. She had drawn a circle with two triangles and sticks for arms and legs with squiggles one could only assume to be hair. "Ummm…a…Diclonius?" She said uncertainly, kind of seeing her abysmal art skills up close now.
"You hear that boys!" Erickson yelled out to the smirking men. "That is a diclonius…they have massive heads, long hair and stick for arms and legs!"
"Aye aye captain!"
Orlene narrowed her eyes. "Well at least they aren't comparing me to sandwiches." She thought. "Going on!" She said loudly. "Most Diclonius, like myself are females and are Siplitets."
"Sipli-whats?"
"Oh. It means we can reproduce."
"Awww." Erickson said, putting on a mocking sad face, his lower lip trembling. "That's sad…you'd make a great mother, Officer Shirasu."
"Captain's getting it on with the rookie cop! Yeah!" His men yelled, forcing Orlene to smile embarrassingly.
"Hey, quiet you." Erickson yelled, as the laughter died down and Orlene continued.
"Yes. So most Diclonius will be females, but there are some males out there. Of course if there's anything that you know about Diclonius it is this." The marker she was using suddenly floated upwards, hovering nonchalantly in the air as the men starred wide eyes. Only Erickson remained calm as he smiled at her, the knowledge of this occult ability as well as his own skills allowed him to look beyond the floating pen. Most would barely glance at it, much less care but Erickson knew that small flickering shadow right by Orlene's feet was more than just a shadow. Of course the room was brightly lit too, so it was much easier for him to see with his keen eyes.
"This is a vector." She said. "Humans can't see them…though I've known an exception before." She said. "To us Diclonius, they look like straggly grey arms and are capable of vibrating at an alarming rate, passing through solid material like ghosts. I have four of them myself, but some Diclonius can have a lot more. They're also very dangerous, they can cut through almost anything and to unfortunately say cutting through humans is not only easy but it's something a lot of Diclonius do.
I…" Everyone became stern and collect as Orlene's face underwent a tragic change of sadness and Erickson folded his hands in his lap to show his sympathies and respects for her to continue.
"…killed with my vectors before, I killed a few scientists while I was in Institution C. Diclonius have an undying need to kill humans but we also capable of controlling our emotions too."
She tried to keep the tears from falling.
"A few years ago a friend and I were taken. I don't really want to go into detail about it but my friend was told to kill this man for this other guys own enjoyment. My friend was a Diclonius, who was probably the nicest and most sincere person I have ever known. She would never hurt a single person and I knew she would never want to kill this poor man. So I said I would kill him and that miserable face of his, I'll never forget it."
She paused to collect herself.
"I used to think everything in this world was useless and I used to hate all humans. However so many people, so many humans changed that for me. Doctor Von Jacques, the director of Institution C was one of the kindest people I have ever known. It's true he experimented on us, but he also cared for us, trying to prove that despite all that was happening to us, he wanted to show some compassion. He died protecting us.
Doctor Keiro. He took care of my friend and me while we were running away. He was such a good person to us. My friend…" A smile traced across her lips. "She fell in love with him and adopted a child. I'll have to see them again sometime. But I don't want to continue on with my sad story…what?"
She stopped, once again, for whatever reason the boys were getting up and she could only guess what kind of outlandish thing they would say now. They didn't do this however…they did something completely different. Something, that no matter how hard she tried, could not stop her wet tears to run down her face. Each cop stood up, one by one in their seats, standing in a straight line Dio at the right and ending at Phil with the left. Twelve men, standing there, with smiles of hope and respect for the young Diclonius girl.
Captain Altrick, smiling too, raised his right hand.
Dio took his cap, removed it from his head and placed it upon his chest. In a fluid motion, from right to left they did the same ending at Phil. Orlene, feeling the warm tears run down her face starred wordlessly at this complete respect for her.
"You may continue…Officer Shirasu." Erickson said calmly.
"Y-yeah…" She muttered as the other men took their seats. "Let me continue…"
Assuming he had fallen asleep as well, Frederick awoke to see the sun just beginning to settle and the silence closing around him. Kouta and the others still hadn't arrived yet? They must have been busier than he thought. Not even sleep however could make him forget what he was doing here and his eyes gravitated to the figure resting so gently against his chest. There could be no denying that vast enjoyment he felt as he made love to the girl he adored so much. Sweet young Celia sleeping so cozily against him, her lovely figure resting gently against his own, loving her so much as she unconsciously nudged up against him. Careful not to wake her up, he got out of the bed, dressed himself and went to find something for Celia, thinking it would be only kind if she woke up clothed as well.
Twenty minutes later, Kouta and the others came and he could've taken the situation badly. He did after all just make love to what was well his student but, he would tell the truth. Giving Celia a loving look, he went to greet the others, although he wasn't sure if they'd take it that well.
…As he expected…
…They didn't take it well.
"Human, for the last time stop drinking Brutus-sama's drinks." Terri yelled, that usual grumble from the other Siplitets as Crease glugged down the wine and got up.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm going out to stretch my muscles, I need to get away from you all once in a while."
"You idiotic human…one day you…" She stopped as Crease brought out an envelope and handed it over to her. She starred incredulously at it and then at him. "W-what is this?"
"It's a letter!" Crease said with an ominously joyful smile on his face. "Think of it as an overall happy birthday present to you Diclonius. Adios." With that remark, the superhuman left leaving the other Diclonius rather dumbfounded and with nothing else to do or any threats to give, looked at the letter.
"Dear fellow jackasses,
Although I've explained this for a good three hundred times and have personally shown you that your vectors are shit against me, it would seem you guys just don't get it. So I've written his little letter in the hopes that you can gather something in that strange horned thing you call a head. I can't be killed by you Diclonius. I can't be killed by little girls or boys. Then again, none of you will realize this until I've crushed your skulls in my hand. I should also note that while Brutus is a shit little child who will be lucky to live past his eighteenth birthday, he does have some good taste in wine. Well I bid you all the end of this letter, next time we meet I will most likely hear you all yap on about the filth of humanity and how we all must die. Have a pleasant evening…fuck you all.
Sincerely Vetus Crease."
…
…
"WHAT THE HELL!" The Diclonius shrieked, ripping the letter up with her vectors and strolling angrily around the room. "I can't believe it! How dare he say that about us! How dare he even speak about Brutus-sama like that! Oh I'm so tearing his head off when he gets back!"
"Terri, there's more to the letter on the back."
The foul mood girl picked it up and looked and her anger swelled to burning proportions.
"You're probably throwing a shit fit right now, angry that I have insulted you and your precious little kid king. You might be yelling that you'll tear my head off. I once again find disparagement in your attitudes. Good day…fucker."
"AAAAAGH!" Her screams could be heard throughout the whole castle.
Walking through the streets, nothing but a casual breath of air escaping his lips. Crease was the imposing but relatively silent figure walking through the city and while people did double takes of his massive figure, he largely ignored them. Sometimes, by some mostly every day, getting out of Brutus' Castle was needed lest he hear the death of humanity for the seventh time that day. Stretching his muscles, the white haired man took to the corner, cutting across the alley way to make his way to the other side…
…and stopped.
Absolute silence.
Blinking twice Crease stares, mouth slightly parted in surprise. Surprise? No…this different, this is a feeling that can't be explained by mere words. It is a feeling of epitome that swells through ever muscular vein in Crease's body and swarms through his cellular structure on the minutest level. Shaking uncontrollably, eyes widening as the smirk spreads across the face on a manic level.
Vetus Crease stands there with the look at the happiest and most demented man in the world.
"Ridini…Frederick." He whispered, gazing at the back of the man who he had sworn to be his rival for his entire life. He's standing there, not even noticing the man and Crease looks at him with revenge and insanity in his eyes. It was him! It was him! It was him! It was him! It was him!
For how long he has searched, waited and dreamed, that day to meet and let his cold revenge soak through his body. That man, that blasted superhuman who he had remarked as his most hated and greatest of enemies. He was there, he was there! He was there! He was there!
"Hm?" Tilting his head back, Crease listens diligently as the man begins to talk to himself, and gets the first hand glimpse of his love for Celia and other aspects of their relationship.
The twisted smile widens.
He can no longer hold it in anymore…he can no longer keep himself restrained when he has finally found him. Found him on pure luck and irony but alas there stands before him that which he has searched for years after years after years.
"Long time no see…Freddy."
It is as if a cold spear has driven straight through his spine, leaving him stiff. There is only one person that has ever put a direct sense of fear in him, and while he kept his face stern, he honest to God hopes that the voice is not what he fears it will be. Of course he was wrong, Frederick knew it the moment he heard that specific sound, a voice of the man who he had left for his own pride.
"Crease, it's you. I don't have anything do with you anymore. Leave me alone."
It was hidden, but the most intense rage explodes in Crease's head when he hears these words. Nothing? No! Everything is about this! Everything is about this meeting! Everything! Everything revolves around this and the only way to resolve this greatest of dilemmas is to utterly erase everything that exists in that man. How dare he say such petty words to the likes of him! He can feel the veins in his chest throbbing, the ground cracking under his feet.
"Is that so…?" Crease replied with a voice surprisingly steady. "Have you been enjoying your time with your little girlfriend?" But does want to mock him, he wants to kill him! He is standing there…right there! Why is he attacking him! Why is he not taking his blade and dicing him to pieces to where he stands? Why!
Truth be told, Crease is happy to see Frederick. Crease has lived his life under the roof of beings unfit to live, a world of Diclonius with that idiotic king Brutus. Frederick however is no such man, no he is a bastard man, deserving of the word punishment befitting the worst of crimes.
But he also a man that Crease values as his own equal.
How long time was spent chatting? It doesn't matter. The years of anticipation and searching have hit an interval and in that interval the fight has begun again.
*CLASH!* Struggling Frederick's distinct knives try to hold the ever building pressure of the blade and as hears the distinct crack of metal, he disappears. The metal blades fly out in several places as they break from the pressure and the sword slams into the ground.
"Where did you go…Freddy?"
*STAB!*
"Aguah!" He spoke too soon, the knife slicing into his back before the white haired man swings around, attempting to catch Frederick off guard. The agile man however expected such a move and avoids the blows and the others. The rush of wind as the sword barely misses him and then at last he is caught off guard. Jumping back, Frederick stumbles as Crease slams his sword into the ground, sending a large crack traveling through and putting Frederick off balance.
*BAM!*
He has to stay conscious…he has to stay conscious…he has to stay conscious…
An elbow to the face from what might as well have been the strongest human in the world.
*BAM!*
A blow to the gut, straining and throbbing, blood splattering the ground that escapes the artist's lips.
Falling to one knee, Frederick desperately slices at crease's right calf. He doesn't have the power to cut through his unnatural flesh but by using the incredible speed of his, he can force the damage. Otherwise there would be no way such weapons as his daggers could hurt Crease. Sensing the next move, Frederick slides out of the way and sends two daggers into the man's shoulder, then spins behind him and another one in the back.
"Hold still…I'm trying to kill you!" Creae roared, another swing of the death filled sword and another miss, though as usual only barely. He does have the speed to match him but he does have the reaction and if he can pinpoint his moves, he can win! He has to win!
The veins throb.
"I'll show him…" Crease whispered. "…Oblieration…"
But before he can unleash his monstrous transformation…
*SLIIIIIICCCCCEEE!"
Gasping, Crease falls backwards, growling in the back of his throat as the blood splatters across his chest as the dagger slides into him and cut downward.
"D-Damn you…" Crease uttered, falling down, panting heavily and glaring at his opponent.
He can't believe it. Has he lost…again? Did he honestly lose? Tsk…for some reason he is surprised.
"It doesn't matter. I know your secret. You think she'll forgive you, she'll hate you forever. That's right, walk away! Walk away like you always do. You were a pathetic man just like always.
And Frederick leaves.
He's long gone before Crease explodes in rage and fury and denial. "YOU BASTARD!" His voice shrieks, people jumping at the sound as they look for its location. "YOU BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD! COME BACK HERE! COME BACK HERE AND FINISH THIS! DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME LIKE THIS!
GET OVER HERE!
LET'S FINISH THIS!"
Teeth grinding…Crease turns his head to the side.
"…You…bastard…no matter how long it takes. No matter how long I have to wait…we will finish this…
I swear it!"