A/N: Well everybody, here I am. I would have written some story updates before now, but my terribly annoying little brother has been playing Diablo, this new computer game he got. Sigh Anyway, I've gotten some pretty cool reviews for this story, ya know? I like that! Anywho again, I'll shut up and write now. I'm not going to bother going back and changing my pen names when I'd already changed it once, so PSSH!

Heaven's Child

Chapter 3 – The Vector

By Chisai Hanyou

Everything seemed to be passing me by in a foggy dream. All my surroundings are blurred and indistinct, and the people who lead me around the place I am at are hazy. My eyes seem itchy and dull, I can't seem to make my brain work, and all I can do is plod in the direction people point me. For some reason this doesn't quite bother me. After all, there has to be a reason for it all. Plus, Ayumi is there too. So it has to be safe, right?

Every time things start to seem clear, and I start to question the people at my side, I sink down into blackness again. It happens at least twice a day, sometimes more. But then again, I'm not sure what a day is anymore. I sleep standing up, whenever I come to a stop. Some people are always looking at me. People in white lab coats, I guess they're doctors. Sometimes it's women in white as well, but they all have black hair, and when they start glowing I feel as if they're reading me like a book.

There was one person who still seems clear in my mind even after he was no longer in my vision. He had a lab coat on too, like the others, but he was different. He had long blonde hair, for one. You don't see that a lot in Japan. He had small glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and a curious expression on his face. He had looked at me too, but not like the doctors and the other women. He just looked.

I think I might have been in an elevator at that time. Ayumi was there, and the man that usually guides me by the elbow. I think my hands were in front of me, I could feel cold metal. I definitely knew I was in an elevator when the doors slid open and the man by me lightly pushed me out the door. Ayumi walked out too, and I followed without a second thought. But now, minutes later of walking down empty halls, I can still remember what he looked like. I think everything was getting clearer now. I looked down and noticed that my hands were... bound. I got a little scared when I brought back to mind what had happened to my mother, to my sister.

I had just opened my mouth to ask where the man was taking us when it suddenly occurred to me. Every time I had spoken, asked questions, he had taken the small syringe and needle from his coat and gently injected me with something that dulled my mind. Maybe if I didn't speak, he wouldn't notice. With that small hope, I kept my eyes to the floor, trying to keep them blank, if that was possible.

Things were coming back to me now. We were in the building of C-Project. At least, that was what the woman had said to her. It was 'a place where women of merit such as yourself can be protected from the outside world.' I didn't know about my sister, but I certainly didn't want to be protected. I wanted to get the heck out of this crazy place.

They said they were going to test me. I said I didn't want to be tested for anything. I think that's where I went wrong. Two armed men in suits escorted me to a small, bare room. At first, they just left me there in the corner. I huddled there, and began to cry. I think that was the first time I had had a chance to grieve for my mother.

After a few minutes though, the men entered the room, holding guns in front of them, the point to my head and the finger on the trigger. I was still crying, and I pushed myself as far back into the corner as my frail form could allow. Looking back, that probably wasn't the smartest thing for me to be doing. I should have broke for the door and ran for it. But I was scared.

"Scream." One of the men demanded. I shook my head. "Scream." He grit out again. The second took the safety off his gun and shot at a spot directly above me head, leaving a small smoke trail on the wall. I whimpered and buried my face in my knees, resigned to the fact that I was going to die, at least, I thought I was.

"Damn it, bitch! SCREAM!" The man yelled, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back, pressing the gun to my throat. I gulped, and he pressed it against my skin, the cool metal raising goose bumps where it touched me. So I screamed.

I can't think of a reason for what they did, but after half a minute or so of the sound one of the men cuffed me roughly and shut my mouth, strapping his gun back into the holster under his black suit. I was stunned, my voice raspy and raw, and my throat felt like it was on fire. I was left there for some time before two more men, different this time dragged me back to a stark room and drugged me. So here I am now.

The man at my side tugged on my elbow to take me down a hallway to the left, jolting me back to the present. I was about to protest when I realized that I was trying to play dumb, so I bobbed my head along with my body and turned. I kept my eyes half-closed and watched my slipper-clad feet shuffle along the white-tiled floor, stumbling every now and then for... affect.

I didn't know where they were taking me, but my sister Ayumi was in front of me, walking of her own will to wherever the men led. I didn't know what was happening or what would happen, but all I knew was that I needed to get out. I could tell the police or something, and then my sister could get out of here. Hell, I didn't know how I could get out, but, hey, I had high hopes.

The doors in front of me slid open soundlessly and my sister walked in with a smile on her face. The man at my side continued to lead me. I kept my head down and let it bob loosely to the motion of my feet. When I crossed the threshold of the room I stumbled and fell before the man beside me could catch me, sprawling on the floor. I kept my eyes half-open and didn't move. With a grunt, the man hauled me to my feet and dumped me in a rigid chair, where I slumped. I knew I didn't have a chance of escaping if I ran. There were men in three piece suits all over the place. They all had guns.

My mind was reeling. I didn't have any idea what was going on. All I knew was that something was wrong with me. Whenever I cried... things happened. Like at the apartment, when the man had pointed his gun at me... it hadn't worked. And before, before they had drugged me so much, when they first brought out the needle, the lights had gone out. Maybe, I could make something like that happen again.

"How long ago did you last administer the drug?" A woman's voice sounded out, efficient and commanding. The man who always walked beside me shuffled beside me, but I didn't dare look up to see the woman or the man beside me.

"I'd say an hour ago, maybe a little more than that." He said. I knew his voice. It was harsh and rough, very deep. The woman was walking somewhere, I could tell by the noise, heels clicking on the smooth tile.

"Very well, then she should still be under. Please load your gun just in case please. You never know, after all." More heels clicking, and a delicate hand lifted my chin. I tried very hard not to move away in fear. I fought the impulse to blink, keeping my eyes hooded and lifeless. The woman nodded efficiently and strolled over to my sister who proffered her arm.

"There's a good girl." The woman said softly, picking up one of two syringes. My sister beamed under the praise. I was almost sick. Ayumi was acting like someone's pet dog. The woman continued to coo and coddle my sister, gently pricking her arm with the syringe. Almost in slow motion I watched the syringe push in, injecting some strange pink fluid. That was about when the room exploded in light.

I squinted under the assault from the blinding light, tempted to try and make a break for it. But I knew I couldn't see any better than anyone else in the room. After a few moments, it faded abruptly, as if sucked into the glowing body of my sister. The strange glowing strands were surrounding her once more, and she had... changed. Her bouncy, curly hair so many girls were jealous of had become lusciously straight, and her large brown eyes had become golden, reflecting and playing with fractions of light. Yes, she was beautiful, like an angel.

"Welcome, Ayumi. You are a tennyo... so beautiful... so perfect..." The doctor crooned. A door opened to my left, but I didn't dare turn to look. I heard multiple footsteps. "Ayumi, these are a few of your fellow sisters, Naomi, Yoko, and Kanna." Three soft, melodious voices answered with polite hellos. Continuing to speak in soft voices, Ayumi joined the group and left the room.

"Are you sure she's alright?" My guard asked, picking me up roughly and going to deposit me in the chair my twin had occupied a moment before. The woman picked up the next syringe, nodding absently.

"Yes, yes. Besides, Kanna is a Suppressor. They're taking Ayumi to see Gladys now. She will take care of any underlying glitches now, not me. Plus, Ayumi's one of those girls you don't even need to lightly prod in the right direction. They're usually the popular girls, spoiled, flirtatious. They recognize what a gift it is to hold tennyo blood, and it makes them feel even more special. They embrace it. Also, usually uglier girls and poorer ones tend to embrace it like that as well. We're not sure what makes other reject it, like this one here. And for her, I have a Suppressor in the next room just in case."

Maybe because you're all sadistic bastards... I thought to myself as I sat down hard in the unyielding chair. I have to admit I was getting very, very nervous. Because I HATE needles. I can't stand them at all. And this needle looked really big. I gulped lightly, readying myself. I was going to scream and see what happened. Hopefully something really good for me. I shut my eyes tightly, not caring about drugged appearances as the woman pricked my arm roughly with the needle.

My first reaction was a gasp, not a scream as I had planned. A symbol was swimming around in my head, and my heart seemed to beat wildly, making my vision whirl. The pink symbol thudded with every heart beat, becoming more visible, and more clear. It was the same one emblazoned on the front of the white smock I wore. I could almost feel my hair and eyes changing.

Gathering my courage, I stiffened my shoulders and screamed, for some reason feeling as if I should pour my heart and soul into that sound. The lights began flickering until they simply went out, and the woman and the guard began yelling for something. I was the only illumination in the room, my body glowing. I toned down my voice and broke for the door, slamming it open and bursting out into the hall. Shouts followed me, and I ran, singing words of encouragement to myself under my breath, a lullaby my mother had once sung to me. Lights dimmed and went off where I ran, and sometimes before. I was going to become free again.

A/N: Don't have much to say people. Uh, review please, sorry this took so long, and check out Akane's bio!

BIO:

Name: Akane Shizuka

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Blood Type: A

Birth Date: March 13th

Hair: Black, Straight

Eyes: Brown

Height: 5' 3"

Weight: 117

Favorite Artist: Chihiro Onitsuka

Favorite Subject: Art

Favorite Food: All Chinese Foods

Dislikes: Needles, Snobs, Sushi, Bugs (especially spiders)

Family: Ayumi (twin sister), Mother, and Father (divorced)

Status: Just graduated from Sakishura High, planned on running family business, hoped to be an

Artist, but her works usually don't get finished