Envoy of the Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own Elfen Lied or any of the characters associated with it.

"talking"

Thoughts

Synopsis: Are you a victim or an aggressor? Are they different or are they the same? There have been several reasons throughout human history why conflict had existed. But in the end, a cycle of violence becomes inevitable with a constant need for retribution.

So can there truly be peace between those who cannot understand each other?

Victim

~ Undisclosed location ~

Since the time the Wechsel began their global campaign, governments all over the world began a harder crack down in trying to halt their activities.

However it was not so easy as they were not slowing them down in the slightest as any modern technology and tactics could not compete against diclonius in terms of guerrilla warfare. Even with their current advancements, the war effort was not looking great.

The Wechsels were fighting on every level slowly winning by attrition.

Prime targets such as military leaders and weapon manufacturers were assassinated. Even with the best protection in the world surrounded by state of the art technology and bodyguards, assets were being killed left and right. Regardless where they were be it at home, work, or even in public they were not safe. More troubling was that the assassins were never seen.

Taking it further, cargoes of military technology and resources were stolen. For shipments that couldn't be taken by the diclonius they were destroyed. However no offensive action was made with what was stolen leaving intelligence agencies wondering what exactly they were up too.

However the biggest advantage the Wechsel had was how fast they were able to operate. They didn't have to rely on any form of telecommunication technology. Their telepathy when routed between dicloniuses allowed for long range communication and coordinated assaults. This made their attacks incredibly effective in relation to any target they chose.

Not being able to stomp out this threat, this was an embarrassment for governments on a global scale considering how small the Wechsel group was. So with such a threat to both national and international security, country leaders met in secret.

In a dark room with vector cancelers lining the walls and permeating the area, no psychic attacks could occur in the facility. With mech suits and guards with the latest in military tech, supposedly this was the safest place on Earth from a diclonius. With primary and secondary security checks completed the meeting went under way. Readying for this talk, translators of every language were prepared as the floor was opened.

Starting things off, "as we all know, the Wechsel are becoming a bigger threat each day. Important assets are getting killed, resources are being depleted, and the people are losing their faith in our ability to handle this".

"So far we've been censoring the news. However reporters can get rather pesky as we needed to use some more underhanded methods to ensure they report things as we see fit".

"Why not place vector cancelers everywhere? This way we can render these freaks powerless".

"Do you even understand the cost and time to build one of these machines? Just outfitting this room was an immense fortune. We are barely making them cost efficient to be applied to the mech suits and portable generators".

"To even think of trying to do something like that on a large scale would cause a global economic depression we can never hope on recovering from. So unless we're planning a double suicide, it's unthinkable to try".

"These bastards are getting smarter at an unbelievable rate. They're inventing technology that would take years for us to understand". Bringing the said device on the screen, "many of our men died just getting their hands on this thing. We have still yet to understand what the hell it does and for that matter what it's made of".

"Take a look at this" as several more pictures were placed on the screen. "Since the quarantine, the diclonius have been building things. Inventions that could revolutionize industries as a whole. Improved methods of agriculture, power generation, and medicine".

"But the most damn troubling thing is there telepathy. All technological attempts have failed in trying to breach there communication methods. Hell, we've even tried taking a few diclonius for interrogation. But they've been less then cooperative. Other experimental methods in breaching their telepathic network has proved less then useful results".

"We need a solid win. We cannot cover this up any further. We must do . . . . Whatever it takes".

Frankly they didn't need an explanation of what this meant. This was a desperate war. When desperation is involved things like morality or ethics are simply swept aside for the perceived greater good. Thus regardless of how cruel or inhumane an act may be, people who are desperate will do whatever it takes to win.

~ The slums ~

Out in an open area, a large circle of kids chanted and cheered as two kids in the center were in a duel.

On one side was Kohta and the other his best friend Kiri.

Pulling nearby junk together, the boys molded them into giant humanoid structures as the junk constructs got into boxing stances.

"I think this game was called rock em sock em robots. A lot of kids used to play it back then. It's supposed to be very fun" said Kiri cheerfully.

"Yeah, but I think they were suppose to be smaller" Kohta then said rubbing the back of his head.

"Ehh, it'd probably be funner this way anyways".

Chuckling a bit, "alright Kiri" said Kohta. "Ready when you are".

Controlling them with vectors, the two junk bots circled each other as the children cheered them on. One girl then stepped forward as she raised her hand. Cutting her hand through the hair, "begin!"

Going at it, the junk bots pummeled each other as scrap began flying off them. Shielding themselves from the debris, the audience cheered louder at the excitement of the duel.

As far as the battle went, it appeared to have been evenly matched as both junk bots were beating each other to a pulp.

Throwing jabs and crosses, what wasn't torn off was dented in. Controlling his unit, Kohta motioned his bot to throw a rapid fire of punches as Kiri's bot held up it's arms to shield itself. But timing the intervals between punches, Kiri saw his opening stepping in with an uppercut unbalancing Kohta's bot.

But recovering, the youth retaliated with a hook to the head only to be countered to the chest area.

With their constructs reaching their end, Kohta and Kiri had one last punch to give. Throwing it at each other, the two collided with a loud metal clang. As the two bots stood there, rattling could be heard as structural damage had reached it's highest index as they were going to fall apart very soon. As both Kohta and Kiri breathed heavily from their brawl, the victor was decided.

Kiri's bot fell apart which was soon followed by Kohta's as the audience cheered to the spectacle.

Walking up to his best friend, "good match Kohta" Kiri smirked holding up his fist.

"You too" Kohta said cheerfully fist bumping him. "But next time I want a proper match".

"A proper match? I don't know what you're talking about".

"I saw it!" Kohta then said childishly. "You held back at the last moment!"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Kiri chuckled. "But if I did, it's because we're best friends".

"Well next time, don't hold back OK".

"Don't worry. I'll beat you to your knees next time if you want".

"We'll see about that" said Kohta excitedly.

Soon the next match was started as the kids quickly rebuilt the bots for the next duel.

With their activities done for the day, the children cleaned up and went home. As the sun began to set slowly becoming night, adults too closed down their community jobs.

In one home, Kohta and his family sat together to have dinner.

"Do you like the vegetables?" asked Karin. "We were finally able to yield some good crops".

"Good work" said their father patting her on the head. "I think we've reached the limitations of our hydroponics as we're just barely scrapping by with them".

"Well every little bit helps" chimed their mother. "It's certainly better then the half rotten provisions they give us".

"The motion engine is holding steady" said Kohta. "Good to know we'll be able to sleep warmly for now on".

Smiling warmly to his children, the elder man sat down followed by his wife. Looking to his kids, he gave a bit of a sigh.

"Something wrong dad?" asked Kohta

"Are you tired papa?" then asked Karin.

"No . . . . Just thinking". Taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "I know things haven't always been great as life has been hard for all of us. And I am sorry. I truly am. For I promised things would get better, but it seems to be taking longer then any of us thought. Although life has been unfair . . . . I'm proud of how you . . . . How all of us have been making the best of our circumstance. It may not be comfy, but together as a family. No, rather as a community we will persevere. Before we know it, a better tomorrow will soon be here".

"Yes!" Karin shouted cheerfully.

Feeling inspired, "you know, my friends and I have been having few ideas" said Kohta. "It should definitely make things easier for all of us".

Chuckling, "I'd love to hear them".

For the rest of the night, the family talked happily of whatever came to mind. With everything cleaned up, they went to bed.

~ The slums ~ (late evening)

". . . . Ta . . . ."

"Uhhh" the youth grumbled stirring in his bed. "I'm still sleeping . . . . Come back later . . . ."

". . . . Koh . . . . ta . . . ."

"a few more minutes . . . ." But from the stillness of the night, he erupted from his bed upon hearing a gun shot echoing through the cold air. "What was that?! What's going on?!" Sitting up straight, his eyes quickly adjusted to the dark seeing his mom next to his bed attempting to wake him with his sister standing close by seemingly scared out of her mind. Quickly deducing the sound, "why are the military police here?! Why are they shooting?!"

"I . . . . I don't know" said their mom trying to look brave for her children. "Kohta, I want you to listen carefully. I want you to take your sister and run. Run as far from here as you can and don't look back".

"What about the zone? Won't we be killed if we try to move pass it?"

"Just go!" she then said desperately. "Just hide till this is over. Now go!"

"Wait!" Karin exclaimed, "where is papa? I don't see him anywhere!"

Accessing the telepathic network, Kohta could feel everyone in the community was scared as no one knew what the military police wanted. But with how many men were present with how many guns they brought, it was certainly trouble. Getting up, he ran pass his mother to see what was going on.

"Kohta! Don't!" the elder woman exclaimed.

But in the front looking out the window, the youth saw the military police armed to the teeth with mech suits as there back up. With their guns at the ready they had all adults lined up with their hands up as they went from house to house gathering them up.

"On your knees!" one of the soldiers commanded. Although they did what they were told, some of them were impatient as they were kicked to the ground before forcibly pulled onto their knees.

One of the diclonius then tried to turn about looking to the soldiers. "I don't understand what's going on, why . . . ." but then was silenced as she was pistol whipped across the face. This act of aggression shocked most of them.

The commanding officer then stepped forward making his presence known to all of them. "Attention freaks" he said with a sneer. "You are all under suspicion of being part of the Wechsels. Hence all your rights have been forfeit till further notice. You will all be taken into detainment with all your assets being . . . ." chuckling snidely, "repossessed".

With that announcement the diclonius could only look on with disbelief and anger. Being imprisoned was one thing, but what these men were doing was destroying everything they had built up. All there hard work was being stripped from them leaving them with nothing. This was beyond unfair. Thus they had to wonder how much more do these neanderthals have to take from them until they were satisfied.

"Please" one of the diclonius spoke out, "don't do this. There are no Wechsels here. We are a peaceful people".

Watching from the window, Kohta looked on completely terrified as his father approached the armed men with his hands up. "Dad . . . . Don't . . . . " he whispered out.

"There is no one here among us who want to hurt any of you. So please" lowering his head, "we are aware of your distaste for us. But it doesn't matter as we can live with that. We only request a little compassion that you do not take away everything we managed to build for ourselves".

Silent at the request, the commander placed his hand on the male diclonius shoulder giving him a bit of a shake. What seemed hopeful for a moment, "you're not very good at begging are you". Things became deathly silent as a single gun shot rang out.

With a look of shock and pain, Kohta's father vision began to blur. Looking down he saw blood coming from his stomach area as it drenched his cloths.

"You all saw it right men?" the commander asked. "He came at me with intent and I had no choice but to defend myself".

"Yes sir" his squad echoed as some of them even chuckled at this.

Many of the diclonius were appalled at this cruelty. As much as they wanted to act, they were all held at gun point. With vector canceling generators placed around them they were as helpless as any other normal human.

But amongst them watching a young boy's eyes were wide like saucers as tears formed, "dad!" Kohta shouted as his father began to slump onto the ground. Running, he shot out the door to get to him. Though his mother called out in fear, the only thing the youth could think of was saving his father.

"Oh? What do we have here?" sneered the commander. "Boy you Wechsels sure train them young don't you". Grabbing Kohta by the shirt, he picked him up as the boy struggled.

"Don't hurt him!" Kohta's mother screamed out as she ran to them while Karin remained at the house too scared to go out.

The commander then gave a snide laugh. "Well you've certainly made the life for yourself" throwing the boy down as his mother protectively hugged him. "I wonder how much they're worth to you" as he pointed his gun at them.

"Don't . . . . Hurt my family" the elder man begged standing on his feet again. But for a second time, gunfire rang through the air as the bullet ripped right into his shoulder causing him to hunch over.

"Huh, interesting. I wonder how many bullets you're willing to take for your family ehh? Let's find out how much you treasure them" as the commander held a sadistic smile on his face. Shooting one at a time, he made sure his targets were non-lethal yet designed to deal the most pain as the male diclonius was hurting badly.

But being shot in the legs, Kohta's father completely slagged as he could barely stand anymore.

"Ahh and so close. But there is one bullet left in the chamber. I guess it's my pick of who it's going to go too". Waving his gun between Kohta and his mother, "who should eat this bullet?" the commander sang with a hymn. "Innie . . . ." pointing to Kohta, "minnie . . . ." pointing back to his mother, "miny . . . ." switching back, "moe" motioning the other way. "I wonder who's going to have a new hole to breath from".

Watching him pull the hammer back as his finger squeezed against the trigger, the mother and son braced themselves.

But reacting to protect his family, Kohta's father picked up a rock as he took a swing at the commander. Smashing against his helmet, the soldier's visor was cracked as a cut was made on his cheek.

"Well" as the sadistic man swiped the blood off his cheek, "aren't you a kill joy". With nothing more to say, he pointed his gun at his victim's head. Discharging his weapon, he ended a life.

"Dad!" Kohta cried out.

"Papa!" Karin wept as her tears now obscured her sight.

From there, things turned for the worse. Acting upon seeing one of their own slain they couldn't help but panic. When instinct takes over, the only thing you can think about is surviving. With screams echoing throughout the community, the people who were kneeling moments ago stood up to runaway. The soldiers being spooked about their actions began to open fire.

With bullets flying everywhere, people were dying as heated metal pellets tore through skin and bones as the ground was soaking in the blood of it's victims.

Taking cover behind some debris, Kohta shut his eyes and plugged his ears. He couldn't bare to see this slaughter nor hear the cries of the community. Try as he did, he couldn't ignore the telepathic network. Everyone's thoughts were in disarray. Men, women, and children were scrabbling to take cover as bullets flew through the air. Though his senses were scrambled with how chaotic things were he didn't fail to notice something warm and wet was dripping on him. Opening up his eyes, they became wide as he felt like he was suffocating at what he saw. Falling on his face, his mother was bleeding.

The only thought on her mind was to protect her children. Telepathically communicating to her daughter to take cover and hide, she only had to worry about her son. Picking him up, she found the first place they could take shelter at. However the debris would not be able to withstand a hail of bullets for long. With protecting her children the only thing on her mind, she held her son close using her body as a shield. After a while, the air became still as the gun fire stopped.

"Mom" Kohta whispered in shock.

"It's alright . . . ." the elder women spoke back trying to put on a brave face. But in fact she was in blinding pain as her back was completely torn up with several of her major organs ruptured.

"M . . . . Mom! Hold on! I can heal you!" Kohta stuttered in a panic.

"It's too late Kohta . . . . There's not enough time . . . ."

"But . . . . I . . . . I . . . . !"

"Listen to me now . . . ." his mother spoke softly. "Don't . . . . Don't ever lose faith in your father's words. Life isn't always going to be easy for us. But . . . . Always believe . . . . That there will be something better . . . . Over the horizon . . . ."

"Mom! No!"

"Take . . . . Care . . . . of your . . . . sister . . . ." were the last words she could speak out as she slid to the ground now gone.

"Mom!" Kohta shouted out as tears streamed out uncontrollably. "No . . . . No . . . . No . . . ." he muttered holding his head. So much death had occurred around him. So many lights had now vanished from the network. Even when they were apart they could still feel each others presence. Now that they were gone the feeling could only be described as a painful emptiness as vast as the void itself. But what was more painful was feeling the lights dim out as his friends were dying. For a telepath, you could feel their pain and sorrow as they were meeting death in such a way.

Covered in his mother's blood, Kohta started to hyperventilate. There was too much that had happened at once. Too much he couldn't process. He could feel his heart beating erratically as he tried to adamantly deny any of this happened. However reality was quick to slam him hard in the face as this was all too real. On his hands and knees, he was completely overwhelmed with grief.

"Check for survivors" the commander ordered. "Everyone who is still alive is to be taken in. Do not leave a stone unturned as we need as many test samples as we can gather". Looking to his other men, "move that gear over there. Be careful with the scene. We don't need a nosy investigators to be meddling in our business".

Doing just that, other military police positioned bodies and make shift weapons setting the scene as they took pictures. In the event an investigation were to occur, it would all look like a justified killing as they would appear as Wechsels making there final stand. But more so, it was the solid 'victory' they needed. It was simply a misdirection to show the public that humans were firm in there power that diclonius would never come close to matching. With trailers moving in, all the diclonius managed to build for themselves was taken. Namely their technology such as the motion engine which would be re-branded as a human achievement as they needed all the good news they could get.

Rounding up the survivors, no one was missed as they were chained and gagged being forced into a prison bus where they would be relocated.

One of the soldiers looking about spotted a boy on the ground next to some dead woman. "Get up!" he ordered pointing his weapon. However the boy remained unresponsive. Seeing this as defiance, he decided to deliver a swift kick to make his point clear. But just stopping a few inches he couldn't move as something had grabbed his foot. "What the?!" was the last thing he could say as his body spontaneously exploded leaving a smear on the ground stretching several feet.

For what was once sorrow had turned into blinding rage. Kohta couldn't handle what had happened as his emotions completely overwhelmed any form of logic or reasoning. A feeling he had tried so long to bury was rearing it's ugly head in the form of his absolute hate for what these humans had done. Above all else, the community was wrong. There were something left that these neanderthals could still take from them. Feeling this ocean of death, all hope was gone now. "Ahh!" the youth screamed at the top of his lungs unable to contain his malice. Thus his vectors began to swing out wildly as surrounding objects began lifting into the air.

"How the hell is that kid doing that?!"

"Why aren't the vector cancelers working?!"

"There something wrong! The machines are acting weirdly!"

In fact the vector cancelers couldn't contain the immense psychic pressure Kohta's abilities exerted on it. Overwhelmed at his power, all the generators exploded.

Shouting profanity, the soldiers prepared to defend themselves. However most of them were killed in gruesome ways. Heads exploding off shoulders. Gaping holes punched through chests. Lots of cutting as some were split in half while others lost an arm or leg and died from blood loss.

"Mother f**ker!" the commander cussed as he was too close losing his right arm. "Mech suits move in! Kill that little sh*t!"

Arming their Guass cannons, osmium rounds were loaded as three of them started shooting.

A few shots went zipping by. But one collided against Kohta's vector shield throwing him to the ground. However he was far from out. Picking himself up, the youth launched himself towards his new targets.

Similarly, mech suits which were piloted by people were also equipped with vector cancelers keeping them from being psychically attacked be it the machine or the pilot themselves. Though compared to who they were facing, the suits were only capable of handling a garden variety of diclonius.

Kohta started with one of the mech suits ripping it's arm off using it as a club beating the machine into scrap metal. Taking it's Guass cannon, he fired a round killing the second suit leaving one more in front of him.

"You god damn monster!" as the last suit took aim. But then creaking could be heard as an external force acted against it's internal servos as smoke permeated from it's joints. Starting from it's gun, the barrel was crushed in as the damage moved upwards. Arms and legs were smashed and ripped off just leaving the main body as Kohta was holding it up. Screaming like a wild animal, he was going to turn a million dollar army equipment into an expensive metal coffin. Crushing the exterior body like a tin can, the pilot panicked as his demise was imminent. With his H.U.D. gone, power soon followed as he screamed in agony from being crushed. From the exterior, blood was seen leaking out.

Taking what remained, Kohta threw it at any remaining soldier he saw launching it at a force equivalent to a cars ramming speed.

For the next few hours, Kohta's rampage would continue as he was going to kill every soldier that he saw. In light of his rage, a tower of vectors stretched onwards into the night sky for hundreds to see. As a result, higher military action would be called in to subdue him. In time they would succeed running the boy into eventual exhaustion and then capture.

Though things didn't go entirely as planned, the orchestrator of this massacre got what they wanted.

Although things may have seemed bad now. However it was only just beginning. The dawn of war was slowly creeping onto the horizon. But after all the bloodshed has been made and the wars have been fought, one question will still always remain. Who really won in the end?

To be continued . . . .

Author's notes: Well things are just going to get worse from here. Now for some commentary.

I won't claim to know how most politicians think nor am I going to step foot into the world of conspiracy theories. But I understand desperation. When individuals or groups find themselves back against the wall, they are capable of anything. Something in the eyes of history would see as monstrous. It's all really sad when you think about it.

If there are any questions or concerns feel free to ask to which I'll answer.

So thanks for reading and I further extend my gratitude if you can review it as well.