Diane, being the only human to care for him was, in turn, the only human being he took a liking to. Kemdra Gemfk was just using him to acheive some unknown motive, and he felt that Sabrina was just a human that stood in the way of his path. Diane was the only human who mattered to him. But, she is gone, dead and buried. He feels a deep sadness grow deep within his heart, the only human to ever care about him... is dead. This tear was the remembrance of her. The only indication of love in his heart. The last sign of love in his heart.
He tries to think deeper into his time as just a research specimen. Back to where he started to harbor a dark enmity towards humans.... back to when Gemfk had Diane murdered.
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At that time, he was asleep. A heavy sleep induced by the blue fluid in the syringe injection gun, but he was still aware of all that was around him. Back then, he didn't know that what he was about to see was not just a figment of his geneticly engineered mind, but a view of Diane's death.
The images were cloudy and unpolished, but he could perfectly see Diane stepping off of the elevator at ground level and walking out the Silph Company building onto the busy city street. She didn't like being around the people on the sidewalk, so she took a route through an alleyway instead. Not knowing it would be a big mistake, her last mistake that she would ever make in her life.
As she reaches the center of the alleyway, into the shadows, a group of about three men in black clothing surround her on all sides. She gasps, almost sensing the intentions of the men. One of the men takes out a baseball bat with nails through the top, another takes out a hunting knife, and the last one takes out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket places them over his fingers and slowly approaches her. She looks around to try and find something that she can use to defend herself with, and finds nothing. "What do you want?" she says defensively, her voice echoing in young Mewthree's head, afraid of what the men might do. The men do not answer, and quicken their pace.
When they all surround her on all sides, the man with the bat builds up strength into his arms and swings, not hitting her with the top with the nails, but the middle; the bat makes contact with the right side of her ribcage. With a crack and pop, some ribs and a small section of her sternum shatter instantly. She goes down to her knees, clutching her ribcage painfully, tries to start breathing but does not realize that her own broken ribs have peirced her lung and small portion of one of the chambers in her heart; causing her to start bleeding internally. She looks up at the men painfully, letting out a silent scream as the third man with the brass knuckles solidly jabs in the middle portion of her back, fracturing it, but not shattering it completely; just hard enough to paralyze or immoblize her. The man with the hunting knife lifts up her head by tugging up her hair and positions her to lay on the ground. In a crudely elegant but almost graceful fashion, he gently rubs the knife over her fine neck, not peircing the skin however. Next, he rubs the knife harshly down the center of her short black top, instantly cutting it off. He places his free hand over her now exposed breast and stabs her in the heart. She coughs up blood and dies.
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Mewthree pulls himself out of the memory, feeling an even deeper longing for something unknown to him. "It was all my fault, Diane..." he thinks to himself, as if he were talking to her, "If it weren't for me... you'd still be alive today. I am... sorry to be the cause of your death." He cannot believe what he just did, apologizing for something? He would not think it possible in other circumstances before this one, but now he apologized for his own error. A quite impossible thing to happen in his own right. He now knows what he must do, find a way to bring her back to him, to be with her again and for all time.....