Ch 29: Realization
Celia's body would heal, that was for certain but Crease's attack had been far more lethal against her than they had first thought. Not only had she suffered major injury to her body physically, such as broken ribs and arms. Her body was suffering internally as Crease's abilities still affected her negatively. She had to lie in bed, as her temperate was still rather stifling, so now she could only rest.
Frederick was perhaps in no better shape, his ribs broken and his neck throbbing to the point where he honestly thought if he turned it too much on either side, it would snap. Crease was dead, but he certainly didn't go down without leaving a mark. He sat in a comfortable chair by Celia's bed, rubbing his fingers through her hair to calm her down and make her feel better emotionally. Of course she didn't mind, let him keep doing this. Forever.
"Celia, how are you feeling." Frederick whispered, placing a soothing hand on Celia's forehead which felt like it was on fire. He brushed his fingers through her hair again, and it was like an angel's touch to her. He was back, and his mere presence was enough for her.
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The ocean current was rocking the ship, but a certain man paid no attention to it. He was currently in a position, that where a human might have felt nothing but fear, he felt nothing but the sense of the mission. The massive ship, called the S.S. Diclo, as recently christened by crew was currently head across the Japanese coast before it would break off into larger waters. It was nearing night time and the moon was shining over head. Of course he didn't see it, as he was currently in a small cabin along with 3 others human hating, blood beating Siplitets whom the moment the realized who he really was, would make it their prime asset to kill him.
Jericho laid on the top bunk, his mind opened but his eyes closed. The others were talking randomly…stuff that he cared nothing for. Stuff about murders of humans, and how humans were nothing but scum. The usual thoughts, the usual conversations. "Hey Isaac!" One of them called, he said nothing.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
He sighed, at least signifying that he was awake.
"YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!" The wall caved in next to Jericho's head, and much like always, he displayed no concern. He did however turn his head to face the angry male Siplitet. "I don't know who you are, but let's get one thing straight here." The Diclonius said, Jericho listening intently as no harm could come from diligent listening. "I am the leader of this cabin, and since my vectors are the longest in this group, I am in charge. I haven't even seen yours, but I know they're nothing compare to mine. Now you will answer me when I tell you, do I make myself clear?"
"…Sure." Jericho said nonplussed, getting up from his bunk and heading out the door. "Where are you going!?" The Siplitet demanded. "Out…" His answer was as simplistic as his care for the group of Diclonius he was with. The cool breeze hit his face as he climbed to the top deck, level 6 and stood crossed arms, facing the rolling ocean. It was good to be outside, away from that constant talking about killing humans. Away from the idiocy of those damn Diclonius. He pitied the likes of Celia and Lucy because their lives had been screwed so badly because of human trouble. But there were some Diclonius who were not like this, and the group he was with was just that answer. They were the ones who had not been in the facilities, they had survived and they had chosen. Yes, chosen…to kill humans for their own enjoyment. He had no pity for them.
His cell phone vibrated, knowing full well that there was only one person in the entire world who could be calling. "I'm here Torino." Jericho said softly, his voice low and accented. "Good. Did you get in the correct ship?"
"Yes."
"And considering your still alive, you've made the necessary change to gain their trust. Excellent, you are indeed the greatest human to ever exist. But enough praise, what's the set number of Diclonius on the ship?"
"25 total." Jericho answered. "Hm, do you think you can handle such numbers if things were to get out of hand?"
"Of course." Jericho replied.
"Ha. Of course you would, it's like I've said before. Compare to you, this is nothing but an army of ants. It only takes one, just one to stomp all of them out, and considering your skill, I doubt you'll have any trouble killing them. But that's also the point, you aren't there to kill…not yet at least. The ship you've boarded is the largest one, as well as the navy's most powerful.
Have you finished what I told you to do before?"
"I have placed the ship inside the main computer of the ship, it was in act the moment your mind takes place on it. Somebody is coming…"
The phone hung up, and Jericho pocketed it. "What are you doing out here, Isaac?" The captain said, though it was only from name alone. The so called captain of the ship was a 15 year old Diclonius who just happened to have a vector range of 14 meters long. She had no skills, only power…and that power was completely useless against a man such as him.
"I am merely looking up at the sea." He said.
"Yeah, it's big and wet, get back to your cabin." He remained silent and still though, and he felt the vectors swarming around him. "Excuse me? Do you know who I am?" The wind kicked around her as she unleashed her vectors, certainly expecting him to cower. Fear never traced itself across his face, but he turned and left to enter into his cabin.
The T.V. was on the news, or rather the Diclonius equivalent of the news. Jericho didn't care, as it would only be how they the Diclonius were teaching those human assholes the lessons they deserved. He fell asleep.
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He was there in the royal room of the S.S. Brutii, the ship named directly after himself. "You are the king? That's great, and your just who I the kind I was hoping you would be." Serelia said inside of his head. A female Diclonius came in, and she reacted immediately. His vector came out, and the horn inside of his arm exited out as it entered into the girl's own arm. She didn't seem to realize what was going on, as her mind vanished and even her own appearance changed.
"I need a body…and you will give it to me." The girl didn't even respond, her voice and her soul had been destroyed the moment Serelia had touched her essence. The transformation was quick, the DNA in her body changing to that of the Evil Voice.
The body was very similar to Celia's own but at the same time it was different in a major way. The hair was shorter, the eyes were not just red, but a deep bloody crimson that held nothing but a dark look of intensity. There was no light in them.
"It's good you finally decided to get out of me." Brutus said with a sly smile on his face. "You look just like her…actually better." He said.
Serelia looked down at her own body, she was wearing a long black dress with a blue top. Relatively pretty, if the one wearing it was not innocent at all. "This is good, and the body has changed into my being as well. Meaning that I am truly a Queen." She turned to Brutus, who was smirking calmly.
"And you are the King."
Her voice was also different yet similar. It was demonic, evil, longing for human destruction and Brutus liked that a lot. "Celia is a bitch who will have to die…you know that right?" She said to Brutus who looked away, his face serious as she knew it would be. "Hm, and to think that I felt something for her."
"It's only natural. She is a Queen and you are a King. But now a real Queen is here, me."
Brutus chuckled. "Yes, I see that."
The evil girl had only one thing on her mind now. Something she wanted long ago, but with none of the compassion that Celia had wanted and gained. The Diclonius race had to grow, and new Kings and Queens had to be reproduced. After which it was time to find Celia…and kill that traitorous bitch.
There was no love in the action, just a pure sense of movement and almost animalistic sensory. When their mouths touched, it was nothing but two evils locking together in their own embrace. Their kiss was demented, cold but they found joy in it.
Serelia leaned against him, rubbing her body slowly across her body until her top came off. Then her everything else. She touched him and he enjoyed it, but only for the gratification of the feeling. That was all that mattered.
After the act was completed, it was time to leave. To find Celia.
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"AH!" clutched his head, the voices screaming inside though this wasn't the reason his head had begun to burn. "Shit, what happened?" He said to himself. "Her! It was her! She did it! Her…Her!…HER!!…They did it!!…Coming!!"
"Shut up and take it one at a time you damn voices. What did I tell you before." He said angrily as silence engulfed him. One of the Voices spoke to him. "Brutus is coming."
"What? You all can sense him, that would've been some good knowledge to know long ago." He said angrily. "But you all said 'her.' Who the fuck is 'her'?"
"The Queen."
"Again, you all aren't making sense on that point. There are only two Queens, Celia and Lucy, both of whom happened to be in the United States with me. Are you telling me that there's another Queen out there?"
"No. It is…Celia."
"So what, Celia's decided to just screw up everything as usual and come with Brutus?"
"No."
"This is sounding a lot like bullshit philosophical mendacity. You're telling me that a Queen is with Brutus, who is Celia yet not Celia. What the hell does that even mean?"
"It's Celia…but it's not. It's like her but then, it's not like her."
"…Wait…" Torino thought, his eyes widening. "It couldn't' possibly mean…AH SHIT!" He roared getting up. "How fucking stupid of me, fucking of course that's the case. It's not Celia…I don't know how. I don't know how it happened but you Voices are right. It is Celia…technically.
I can't believe I didn't see it coming."
"What is it, Torino." The Voices asked.
"It's just like the rest of you all. It's her Voice…and somehow its taken a body of her very own."
Torino's head was filled with nothing but gasps, of shock and surprise. "That's what I've been feeling, that future but without form. Now I can sense it…yes…now I can. She's with Brutus…and she's heading this way. Shit! This is bad."
"How bad?"
"You Voices are surprisingly smart right now. Understand this, first of all it will mean that we will be dealing with two Diclonius with the power of the royal form on them. Along with the entire Diclonius Navy, and even the Japanese air force.
But now that would mean…
"No. They're all coming. Brutus is bringing all the Diclonius with him.
"WHAT!?" He screamed in shock. "Why the hell would he leave Japan alone. The humans could easily take it back. "They could…but they wouldn't. We can't hate humans anymore no matter what we think, but we aren't stupid either. We know what will happen."
And it hit him, and it was the most simplistic answer. There were some who would try to bring it back…there were humans who would definitely try for freedom. But when living in a world of fear…Brutus and the entire Diclonius could disappear off the map and Japan would remain in a sense of terror for a year if not more.
"I was wrong…" Torino thought. "But…this is also why I planned things out. I'll show that bitch and bastard what happens you mess with a god!"
