AN: The idea of Lucy giving into her Diclonius instincts and trying to build up her own race has always been interesting to me. This is a completely non-cannon variation of "Elfen Lied", in which Lucy escapes from the facility and chooses to do just that. Keep in mind that in this AU, NONE of the cannon story has, or will, take place.
Chapter 1: Introduction
She wandered the backstreets of the city alone. It was dark, and not a soul could be seen lurking the nighttime streets with her. That was probably for the best. It had been months since her escape from the facility, and deep down she knew they were still looking for her. Every so often she would feel the presence of another one of her kind and quickly run in the other direction. They wouldn't stop, and chances were that that they wouldn't so much as sleep until she was dead. She was far too much of a danger to live, and she knew it.
She knew from watching both local, and national news stations in windows of small television shops...that they had issued warnings of a serial killer out to all surrounding villages. She would smirk when they would never mention the details about her race, her sickening abomination of a mutation. They could not...and would not...reveal such classified, panic-inducing, news to the public.
At times she would suffer massive headaches; no doubt they were the result of a head injury she had suffered all those months ago. If it hadn't been for her helmet, the sniper would've taken her head clean off. That would've been such a shame. She was lucky to have survived it at all. There were still problems, of course: every now and again she would black out, and wake up in a location she hadn't been before. She had several times awoken in the residence of some stranger...she always hated it when that happened. In fact, the first thing she could remember after leaving the facility was waking up - fully clothed for the first time in years - in a house not far from the facility. She had gotten up and ran as far away as she could before the owners had risen from their beds. She knew they would contact a doctor about this strange, pink-haired girl with horns...and if she had stayed a moment longer in that house, she would've been discovered. This had happened several times over the past months; and each time it did, she would always flee the building as soon as she could, not wanting to let her instincts get the better of her and leave a trail of blood for her pursuers to follow.
However, she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to slice her vectors through every loathsome human being she encountered in her travels. It was like a hunger, one that gnawed deep into the very core of her essence. She was able to quiet the hunger to kill, although temporarily, by doing the next best thing: spreading her virus. As she would pass casual passers-by in the street, she took every opportunity she could to reach out and touch them subtly with her invisible fingers. Her vectors could kill...but they could be gentle as a breeze when need be. Such acts seemed like nothing, but in doing so, she was satisfying her most primal urge: to multiply the numbers of her race.
She didn't know all of the details. Hell, even the facility wasn't able to figure it all out. However, through instinct, Lucy knew that her virus would cause those she touched to mutate...resulting in the births of more of her race...more of the Diclonius. These human-birthed mutants, unfortunately, were infertile. Not only that, but they were born strictly female. No males at all. So...how on earth could they multiply? This was the most dire issue for Lucy. She knew her purpose in life. She knew why her kind needed to be born. They were the future, the new race that was to exterminate mankind and repopulate the earth with their genes.
But how could this happen...when their genes were so flawed?
Well, not all of their genes were flawed. Lucy, was the Queen. She was the first-born Diclonius in history. Her mother had been the origin of the mutation, and she was merely the continuance of such potential. Unlike all of the females born from the mere spreading of the virus, Lucy was the virus. Therefore, she was perfectly fertile.
There had never been a male Diclonius, but research had apparently shown that such a creature was perfectly possible if produced from the womb of the Queen. That's what Lucy's race was in dire need of...its King. A King...a strong, fertile man to help continue the lineage of his mother. Any child Lucy could conceive, no matter when or by whom...would be Kings, and Queens such as herself. With the act of conceiving, Lucy could claim her success as the first Queen, as well as the downfall of the human race. Once the Diclonius were numerous enough, the eradication of their rivals would be an incredibly easy task.
Lucy smirked to herself as she continued down the cracked, gray sidewalk along the increasingly rural road. She was miles from the facility, entire cities separated her from her enemies. Yet, for all the distance between them, she still felt their malicious eyes scanning the streets for her. She huffed. Human beings were even more bloodthirsty than she was. They didn't deserve to be seated in the throne of the Earth. They deserved what was coming to them.
Such thoughts were what motivated the silent, young Queen as she continued to walk along that evening. Pacing under the stars, her red eyes scanned the dimming twilight for a fresh victim. The hunger for the sight of human blood tingled her veins, but for once, that was not the primal urge she was looking to satisfy that night. Instead of looking to destroy...she was looking to create. Instead of spreading...she was looking to originate.
Despite the risk she was taking, she needed to fulfil her role as Queen. For the sake of her people, she desperately needed to conceive.
Fully in heat - like a queen ant looking to start a strong, new colony - she hunted for her prey. She needed a strong, healthy male to spark the flame of her bloodline. Having spent most of her life in pure isolation, she had little idea where such men resided. She no longer found human males very attractive. That is, she had...once...a very long time ago...but...that was then, and this was now. Lucy was not a woman to dwell in the past. The past was a very painful place.
After several hours of walking the back roads, she came to a rusty, old gate a ways back from the last streetlight. She looked around and saw that no other man-made landmarks remained in the surrounding area. She was as far out of a town than she had been in a while. Squinting into the darkness, the Queen could just barely make out the outline of a house...or more of a small cottage...a few yards beyond the gate. Hesitating for only a moment before her instinct drove her forward, Lucy used her vectors to jump the height of the fence and carefully approached the door.
Checking to make sure the ribbons were still wrapped around her horns...the things that marked her as a mutant...she knocked loudly on the locked front door.