Author's Note: NWAHAHA! You don't get to find out what happened to Yugo and Alice until NEXT chapter! ^_~ I am utterly clueless on some characters, so sorry if they seem OOC or something like that. Then again, this is an alternate universe fic... anyways! If anyone would like to help me (with char info and such) please e-mail me at chiaki_nozomi@hotmail.com.
Warnings: Violence, language, suggestive dialogue.
"Mommy . . . Where are you? Mommy," Uriko whispered, walking around a misted abyss. It was the ultimate form of creepiness, with thick fog, black water, a 'moon' of sorts, and loneliness. No one answered her call, except if you counted the never-ending echo of her frightened voice. "Why aren't you answering? Mommy!"
"Uriko," a voice growled, deep and beastly, causing fear to grip the child's insides and twist them about. Uriko screamed, a bone chilling, high pitched inflection that would wrench even the coldest of souls. It had no effect on the monster, for it's voice grew nearer, it's evil aura crept up and slowly wrapped itself around the trembling child. "Release me, Uriko. . ."
"No . . . Who are you? Why are you calling me," she asked in a timid voice, crouching and hugging her knees, slowly rocking back and forth. "You won't go away, no matter how hard I try!"
"You need me Uriko, I am a part of you that can never leave," the beast replied, and Uriko let out a yelp as it wrapped it's arms around her, holding her tight. "Release me, so we can both be free. . ."
"Mommy said never to cry. Mommy said never to die. Mommy said I've got to be me. Mommy said I've got to be free. You can't own me. You can't control me, those were the words said by my Mommy," Uriko replied systematically, she'd made up the chant as she went, hoping her words and mention of Mommy would bring Mommy closer.
"What are you trying to do child? You can't call your Mommy! Your mommy is dead! You killed her," the beast exclaimed, slight sing song in his voice. "Can you not remember her screams, the taste of her blood, the way you laughed with glee as you tore her to shreds?"
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"What's the status on Subject 045 and Subject 999," Jigoku asked the small black box that lay on top of his glass desk. A fuzzy voice answered, and Jigoku cursed softly under his breath. Tylon, the world's largest and most technologically advanced company didn't have working telecom systems!
"Subject 045 seems to be doing well, but Subject 999 . . . she's mentally unstable sir. I'm not sure we can bring upon the change in the required timeslot."
"Mentally unstable? Mentally. Unstable. Who gives a rat's fucking ass what the child's mentality is like! We have clients who want her, Akira. Very rich clients. Clients who could bring us down if we didn't give them the promised product. Now tell me, can you bring upon the change in the requiered time?"
"Y-yes sir," Akira replied, then quietly put the phone down. Jigoku laughed, shaking his head sadly. Akira feared him. Not that his fear wasn't misplaced, if someone crossed his path on one of his bad days, well, they didn't live to see another one of his bad days. His employees' anxiety excited him somewhat. He was in contol, all were his slaves, molded to follow his every word.
Feeling hungry for something other than food, he dialed Jenny's extension code only to be greeted by never ending rings. Damn bitch wasn't there when he needed her - again. She would have to be punished accordingly. Of coarse, he would specially administer the punishment. . .
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"Speak to me, Uriko-chan." The girl in question was sitting on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, arms crossed over her chest that made her seem dead. Her position completely contrasted with the cheery atmosphere of the room, with soothing blue walls, green furniture, a cream colored bedspread, and stone like tile. A cloud blocking the sun.
"He will get me," the frail child exclaimed, backing away into a corner. Akira frowned slightly and slowly approached her. Uriko, upon arrival, had been a healthy looking child with bright blue eyes, shiny brown hair, and a natural curiosity that drove him and the other scientists insane. Then, one night she had a nightmare, and she became withdrawn, anemic, a shadow of her former self. Something disturbed Uriko, and he was determined to find out what the beast within her was.
"Who will get you," he replied, soothingly, like a mother would console a crying baby.
"Him," came her scared and muffled reply, almost as if saying his name would kill her.
"What is his name? I can't get him unless you tell me his name." Uriko shook her head quickly, then began rocking back and forth, eyes wide with unknown emotions. Akira's frown deepened. Since when had a bright, bubbly twelve-year-old been reduced to a mumbling child of five? Sighing, Akira left the room and quietly shut the door behind him.
"Still no response," his colleague asked when he returned to the staff lounge. Akira shook his head sadly and grabbed a stale chocolate donut from the box on the counter. "You know, if Fox, Jenny, and Bakuryu succeed, we'll have a teenager to worry about." Akira scoffed his reply and took a huge bite out of the sugary morsel. It tasted horrible, like shit covered cardboard. Despite this fact, he stuffed the rest of the doughnut into his mouth and washed it down with a cup of old, cold, coffee.
"What had caused Uriko to change so quickly," he wondered, putting his cool hand on his forehead. "The tapes were all normal, her physical conditions haven't changed, and I'm the only one who is allowed to go in her room. What the hell happened," his mind screamed, and a headache started to form, quickly eating up all other thoughts. Akira moaned, then got up and started the long walk to the infirmary.
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"What'll happen to Alice and Mommy," Uriko asked aloud, sucking her thumb, something she hadn't done since she was three.
"Alice is still alive somewhere. You killed Mommy," the beast replied matter-of-factly. Uriko shook her head, brown tendrils flying about.
"I did not kill Mommy! Mommy's still alive!" The beast chuckled, which sounded more like a mix between howl and growl, and said nothing in reply. Before she could awaken, she had to acknowledge the truth. And if she couldn't handle the truth . . . well, he'd make sure that his side of her was released. "Why won't Mommy come," she asked, knowing the answer that the beast would reply.
It had been almost a week now, and she learned to take comfort and trust the beast, which was a part of her as he said. Although he (at least, she thought it was a he) only came in her dreams, the time spent together was slowly awakening her eyes. Mommy had died, she had killed her. But there was a hope - the child in her - that said that Mommy was alive, and Mommy would come rescue her from the bad people.
"Mommy is somewhere where you cannot go just yet. You must wake up Uriko, release me! If not, the scientists will kill you . . ."
"Then I'd be with Mommy," Uriko exclaimed happily.
"What about Alice? She'd be lost without you," the beast quickly added, having his first plan backfiring. It couldn't have it's human partner dying - that would mean it's own death. "Besides, what if she's coming here to save you?"
"She's going to come to the abyss," she replied in shock and jumped up with glee. "Alice, where are you, Alice! I'm over here!" The beast had to keep from laughing. Her vocabulary had matured somewhat, yet she still wasn't thinking clearly. That meant she was almost ready . . .
"Not here, out in the real world, where the scientists are."
"Scientists? I've only seen Akira."
"Think, Uriko, think. You're twelve years old with a mountain of knowledge. You can figure everything out." With those words, the beast vanished, and Uriko was left to realize the truth.
"Is Akira a scientist? He hasn't asked any scientific questions yet. . ."
"Who is this man? Do you ever have visions? Yes, that is right, why do you think that way?" Uriko gasped as memories of questions floated back in her mind. Akira was a scientist, and she was the experiment! But, why would they be after her? Why do they want her? "Akira . .. you told me to trust you. . . But when I finally do, I realize the truth. . . I killed Mother, there is no denying that. But why, why did I kill mother? Why can't I remember?
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"Kenji, would you like to play a game?" The blue haired child nodded solemnly, like a robot. And like a doll, he would do as his master told him too, manipulated without any resistance. It was this state of mind that Jigoku wanted Uriko in. Children as killing machines were . . . perfect. They had the outer qualities of innocence, no one would ever suspect them, they had the shock factor, for no child could be as evil as a serial killer, and they were easy to mold, for their mind hadn't formed set states of mind and opinions. "This game revolves around your fighting skills. Have you improved?" Another nod. "Can you survive?" Nod. "Good. Shall we begin? You will get ten points for everything you kill, and bonuses if you do it exceptionally." Nod.
Kenji entered the training room, which was a white padded four-wall exterior with a small entrance for the animals and mechanical beings to enter. Kenji waited impatiently, he wanted to fight, fighting was what he was programmed to do. He needed to fight. A small tiger entered first, and Kenji ran and leapt upon the animal, sinking his nails into the animal's skin and attempting to tear it off.
Jigoku smiled pleasantly as Kenji murdered the animal with no mercy. This child was good, very good. He would make Tylon a nice profit by selling him to a worthy buyer.
A man came out next, and Kenji would dodge and block his punches until he figured out his fighting style, which was an ancient form of martial arts, and quickly put the robot to doom. A woman, lion, and teenager came out next, and all three began to attack Kenji with abnormal force. The child, although he would get punched or clawed occasionally, fought all three with surprising precision and speed.
"Too easy," he whispered as four more obstacles appeared, which were disposed of soon enough.
There was only one problem with the boy - he never transformed into his beastly alter ego. The boy was zoanthrope , his blood proved it. Jigoku couldn't understand why he refused to change. Fighting and physical capabilities were enhanced when the body underwent the 'change', and the boy knew this. Maybe he needed harder opponents, something his programmers would have fun calculating.
His combat skills were progressing nicely; this was the thrid time this week he had to order his programmers to make his opponents harder. His skills were almost getting impossible to keep up with, and that spelt money in huge, bold letters.Suddenly an idea came to his mind - Uriko. He'd make Kenji fight her, thus awakening her latent talent. He grinned, then pressed his intercom button and told his secretary to call Akira.
Akira answered the call a minute or so later, apologizing for his tardiness before saying hello. Jigoku's excitement and eageness to try out his idea muted his anger and he ordered Akira to do one thing - "Send Uriko to the training chamber to fight Kenji." Akira's gasp and the omen of the dead line echoed throughout the small laboratory.
Warnings: Violence, language, suggestive dialogue.
"Mommy . . . Where are you? Mommy," Uriko whispered, walking around a misted abyss. It was the ultimate form of creepiness, with thick fog, black water, a 'moon' of sorts, and loneliness. No one answered her call, except if you counted the never-ending echo of her frightened voice. "Why aren't you answering? Mommy!"
"Uriko," a voice growled, deep and beastly, causing fear to grip the child's insides and twist them about. Uriko screamed, a bone chilling, high pitched inflection that would wrench even the coldest of souls. It had no effect on the monster, for it's voice grew nearer, it's evil aura crept up and slowly wrapped itself around the trembling child. "Release me, Uriko. . ."
"No . . . Who are you? Why are you calling me," she asked in a timid voice, crouching and hugging her knees, slowly rocking back and forth. "You won't go away, no matter how hard I try!"
"You need me Uriko, I am a part of you that can never leave," the beast replied, and Uriko let out a yelp as it wrapped it's arms around her, holding her tight. "Release me, so we can both be free. . ."
"Mommy said never to cry. Mommy said never to die. Mommy said I've got to be me. Mommy said I've got to be free. You can't own me. You can't control me, those were the words said by my Mommy," Uriko replied systematically, she'd made up the chant as she went, hoping her words and mention of Mommy would bring Mommy closer.
"What are you trying to do child? You can't call your Mommy! Your mommy is dead! You killed her," the beast exclaimed, slight sing song in his voice. "Can you not remember her screams, the taste of her blood, the way you laughed with glee as you tore her to shreds?"
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"What's the status on Subject 045 and Subject 999," Jigoku asked the small black box that lay on top of his glass desk. A fuzzy voice answered, and Jigoku cursed softly under his breath. Tylon, the world's largest and most technologically advanced company didn't have working telecom systems!
"Subject 045 seems to be doing well, but Subject 999 . . . she's mentally unstable sir. I'm not sure we can bring upon the change in the required timeslot."
"Mentally unstable? Mentally. Unstable. Who gives a rat's fucking ass what the child's mentality is like! We have clients who want her, Akira. Very rich clients. Clients who could bring us down if we didn't give them the promised product. Now tell me, can you bring upon the change in the requiered time?"
"Y-yes sir," Akira replied, then quietly put the phone down. Jigoku laughed, shaking his head sadly. Akira feared him. Not that his fear wasn't misplaced, if someone crossed his path on one of his bad days, well, they didn't live to see another one of his bad days. His employees' anxiety excited him somewhat. He was in contol, all were his slaves, molded to follow his every word.
Feeling hungry for something other than food, he dialed Jenny's extension code only to be greeted by never ending rings. Damn bitch wasn't there when he needed her - again. She would have to be punished accordingly. Of coarse, he would specially administer the punishment. . .
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"Speak to me, Uriko-chan." The girl in question was sitting on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, arms crossed over her chest that made her seem dead. Her position completely contrasted with the cheery atmosphere of the room, with soothing blue walls, green furniture, a cream colored bedspread, and stone like tile. A cloud blocking the sun.
"He will get me," the frail child exclaimed, backing away into a corner. Akira frowned slightly and slowly approached her. Uriko, upon arrival, had been a healthy looking child with bright blue eyes, shiny brown hair, and a natural curiosity that drove him and the other scientists insane. Then, one night she had a nightmare, and she became withdrawn, anemic, a shadow of her former self. Something disturbed Uriko, and he was determined to find out what the beast within her was.
"Who will get you," he replied, soothingly, like a mother would console a crying baby.
"Him," came her scared and muffled reply, almost as if saying his name would kill her.
"What is his name? I can't get him unless you tell me his name." Uriko shook her head quickly, then began rocking back and forth, eyes wide with unknown emotions. Akira's frown deepened. Since when had a bright, bubbly twelve-year-old been reduced to a mumbling child of five? Sighing, Akira left the room and quietly shut the door behind him.
"Still no response," his colleague asked when he returned to the staff lounge. Akira shook his head sadly and grabbed a stale chocolate donut from the box on the counter. "You know, if Fox, Jenny, and Bakuryu succeed, we'll have a teenager to worry about." Akira scoffed his reply and took a huge bite out of the sugary morsel. It tasted horrible, like shit covered cardboard. Despite this fact, he stuffed the rest of the doughnut into his mouth and washed it down with a cup of old, cold, coffee.
"What had caused Uriko to change so quickly," he wondered, putting his cool hand on his forehead. "The tapes were all normal, her physical conditions haven't changed, and I'm the only one who is allowed to go in her room. What the hell happened," his mind screamed, and a headache started to form, quickly eating up all other thoughts. Akira moaned, then got up and started the long walk to the infirmary.
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"What'll happen to Alice and Mommy," Uriko asked aloud, sucking her thumb, something she hadn't done since she was three.
"Alice is still alive somewhere. You killed Mommy," the beast replied matter-of-factly. Uriko shook her head, brown tendrils flying about.
"I did not kill Mommy! Mommy's still alive!" The beast chuckled, which sounded more like a mix between howl and growl, and said nothing in reply. Before she could awaken, she had to acknowledge the truth. And if she couldn't handle the truth . . . well, he'd make sure that his side of her was released. "Why won't Mommy come," she asked, knowing the answer that the beast would reply.
It had been almost a week now, and she learned to take comfort and trust the beast, which was a part of her as he said. Although he (at least, she thought it was a he) only came in her dreams, the time spent together was slowly awakening her eyes. Mommy had died, she had killed her. But there was a hope - the child in her - that said that Mommy was alive, and Mommy would come rescue her from the bad people.
"Mommy is somewhere where you cannot go just yet. You must wake up Uriko, release me! If not, the scientists will kill you . . ."
"Then I'd be with Mommy," Uriko exclaimed happily.
"What about Alice? She'd be lost without you," the beast quickly added, having his first plan backfiring. It couldn't have it's human partner dying - that would mean it's own death. "Besides, what if she's coming here to save you?"
"She's going to come to the abyss," she replied in shock and jumped up with glee. "Alice, where are you, Alice! I'm over here!" The beast had to keep from laughing. Her vocabulary had matured somewhat, yet she still wasn't thinking clearly. That meant she was almost ready . . .
"Not here, out in the real world, where the scientists are."
"Scientists? I've only seen Akira."
"Think, Uriko, think. You're twelve years old with a mountain of knowledge. You can figure everything out." With those words, the beast vanished, and Uriko was left to realize the truth.
"Is Akira a scientist? He hasn't asked any scientific questions yet. . ."
"Who is this man? Do you ever have visions? Yes, that is right, why do you think that way?" Uriko gasped as memories of questions floated back in her mind. Akira was a scientist, and she was the experiment! But, why would they be after her? Why do they want her? "Akira . .. you told me to trust you. . . But when I finally do, I realize the truth. . . I killed Mother, there is no denying that. But why, why did I kill mother? Why can't I remember?
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"Kenji, would you like to play a game?" The blue haired child nodded solemnly, like a robot. And like a doll, he would do as his master told him too, manipulated without any resistance. It was this state of mind that Jigoku wanted Uriko in. Children as killing machines were . . . perfect. They had the outer qualities of innocence, no one would ever suspect them, they had the shock factor, for no child could be as evil as a serial killer, and they were easy to mold, for their mind hadn't formed set states of mind and opinions. "This game revolves around your fighting skills. Have you improved?" Another nod. "Can you survive?" Nod. "Good. Shall we begin? You will get ten points for everything you kill, and bonuses if you do it exceptionally." Nod.
Kenji entered the training room, which was a white padded four-wall exterior with a small entrance for the animals and mechanical beings to enter. Kenji waited impatiently, he wanted to fight, fighting was what he was programmed to do. He needed to fight. A small tiger entered first, and Kenji ran and leapt upon the animal, sinking his nails into the animal's skin and attempting to tear it off.
Jigoku smiled pleasantly as Kenji murdered the animal with no mercy. This child was good, very good. He would make Tylon a nice profit by selling him to a worthy buyer.
A man came out next, and Kenji would dodge and block his punches until he figured out his fighting style, which was an ancient form of martial arts, and quickly put the robot to doom. A woman, lion, and teenager came out next, and all three began to attack Kenji with abnormal force. The child, although he would get punched or clawed occasionally, fought all three with surprising precision and speed.
"Too easy," he whispered as four more obstacles appeared, which were disposed of soon enough.
There was only one problem with the boy - he never transformed into his beastly alter ego. The boy was zoanthrope , his blood proved it. Jigoku couldn't understand why he refused to change. Fighting and physical capabilities were enhanced when the body underwent the 'change', and the boy knew this. Maybe he needed harder opponents, something his programmers would have fun calculating.
His combat skills were progressing nicely; this was the thrid time this week he had to order his programmers to make his opponents harder. His skills were almost getting impossible to keep up with, and that spelt money in huge, bold letters.Suddenly an idea came to his mind - Uriko. He'd make Kenji fight her, thus awakening her latent talent. He grinned, then pressed his intercom button and told his secretary to call Akira.
Akira answered the call a minute or so later, apologizing for his tardiness before saying hello. Jigoku's excitement and eageness to try out his idea muted his anger and he ordered Akira to do one thing - "Send Uriko to the training chamber to fight Kenji." Akira's gasp and the omen of the dead line echoed throughout the small laboratory.