"Yes, I have them both with me now," Tomo said into the cell phone held close to his jaw. "Send a chopper to pick us up. Don't worry, I'll make sure they act accordingly," he assured the Director on the other side, casting a sly smirk toward Lucy and Nana as the stood quietly next to him by the beach. "We're looking forward to seeing you again." After that, Tomo listened for a brief second before finally hanging up, dropping the phone into the sand, then crushing it with one of his vectors. As the phone shattered, Lucy and Nana stood unfazed.

"They're on their way," Tomo told them. Silence. "Giving me the silent treatment heh?" Lucy gave him a hard glare; then turned back forward. Tomo just scoffed. "You know, for being the one who helped set you free, you're not being very grateful to me."

"What the hell are you babbling about," Lucy spat.

"Oh that's right," Tomo gasped, "I never finished explaining things. You remember how you were released from the facility right? That was my doing."

"No, it was Kakuzawa's son who helped me escape. He told me himself," Lucy said confidently.

"Yes, but it was I who put the idea in his head." Lucy and Nana looked confused. "Let me explain. You see, you weren't the only diclonius Kakuzawa and his son were interested in, Lucy. They were both just as interested, if not more so, in me as well. And why shouldn't they be, me being the king and all."

"Excuse me?" Lucy said surprisingly.

"Don't tell me you didn't realize it by now," Tomo said, throwing her a smarmy look, "God creates everything in twos my dear. Night, and day, life, and death. King...and queen," he said gesturing to himself, then Lucy, who looked positively thunderstruck. "If you don't believe me, just feel my presence. I think that will be proof enough." Both Lucy and Nana reached out with their minds, and sure enough, his aura felt similar, almost identical to Lucy's. He was the king. "When I said we were made for each other Lucy, I really meant it."

"Anyway, the young Kakuzawa and his father would visit me form time to time and talk with me; mostly about their lofty ideas about recreating humanity. Then, the professor came to me one day with his plan to overthrow his father, and wanted yours and my help. He wanted to release me, then have me help break you free. You see, both of them were arrogant enough to believe I was an obedient little test subject and served them. What a bunch of fools. But there was a problem; if I escaped first, I knew, due to your unpredictable nature, that they would never send you out to get me, no matter how desperate Kakuzawa got. So I suggested him to set you free first. He agreed, and released you. Then, as I predicted, after attempt, after attempt to capture you failed, they came to me, begging for my help. And so they sent me to find you, and thus did my work for me. They set me free and I didn't have to do a damn thing. You were even kind enough to kill Kakuzawa so I wouldn't have to."

"You mean you planned this from the beginning?! You started all of this?"

"Ingenious isn't it?" Tomo said proudly.

"There is something I don't understand," Lucy said, "If you're the king, then why haven't I seen or felt any other male silpelits."

"That's easy, because I've never spread the virus into a human carrier. You see, the reason all silpelits being born are women is because, in a sense, they are your children. When we infect a human, we pass on our gender into them, and so all silpelits born of that human will be the same gender as the one who infected them. Apparently, our vectors have some sort of effect to mutate the chromosomes that decide whether an fetus will be male or female. They change the chromosomes into a fixed match with our own. And in turn, all silpelits pass their gender into any human they themselves infect. And that is why you haven't seen any others like me." Lucy looked wearily at Nana, who was looking back with equal apprehension. It was more then awkward to learn that, on some level, Lucy could be considered Nana "mother". Hell, you could barely call them friends. "Unfortunately, this also leaves some genetic infections in the silpelit. The mutation has a rather unusual of rendering their ovaries or uterus incapable of functioning properly."

"How do you know all this?" Lucy asked.

"Unlike you, when they were experimenting on me, I actually would listen to what they were talking about."

"So what's your little plan?" Nana spoke up, eager to change the subject. Tomo smiled as if he was waiting for someone to ask him just that.

"Once we're there, we kill any and all humans, and release the silpelits. Then we send them out into the world to infect as many humans as possible. Then after I spread my virus into a few humans to create a few male silpelits, Lucy and I will head off, giving birth to pure diclonius after pure diclonius and killing as many humans as we can find. Then we shall fight the humans and take back the planet for our own"

"But there's a problem with your plan; all silpelits are infertile. So how can we maintain a steady population to fight the humans if you and I are the only ones capable of giving birth to other fertile diclonius?" Lucy asked.

"Once our children are old enough, you and I shall have to lie down with them, and them with each other," Tomo stated plainly, Lucy and Nana looking aghast. "Taboo perhaps, but in desperate times, desperate measures are needed for survival." He suddenly got a very solemn look on his face. "We will never live to see the day when diclonius rule this world. But all I care about now is securing a future for our people. Once our population is stable enough to hold on its own, we will launch the last great war this planet shall ever see, and we will finally have a home."

"You're sick," Lucy said. Tomo's eyes narrowed at her.

"Why do you constantly deny what you are? You're a diclonius, not a human. And I know you still feel the urge to kill Lucy. I can sense it in you right now. But you do a good job at fighting it. So why don't you do what's natural to you? Why do you care so much about the humans after what they've done to you?" Tomo declared.

"I don't," Lucy retorted, "I still think they're mostly worthless. But even still...I want to try and understand them. I'm tried of living with this hate and grudge. I was trying to learn live with them."

"A meaningless effort," Tomo said, "The humans will never accept us. Think about it, they've discriminated against us simple because we have a few bones sticking out of our head. Think of what they'd do if the majority knew what we're really capable of. There will never be a place for us unless we make one ourselves"

"That's not true," Nana said finally speaking up, her soft and weak voice doing little to advance her assertiveness. "Papa cared about me."

"Is that so? Then why did he send you to fight Lucy even though he knew you couldn't win. I'll tell you why; it's because he wanted you gone."

"You're lying."

Tomo continued on as if he didn't hear her, their sentences overlapping. "And then he kicked you to the curb like yesterdays newspaper after finding his real daughter. Admit it; to him, you were nothing but a cheap substitute."

"LIAR!"

"Leave her alone," Lucy demanded, shielding Nana with her body.

"I used to think just like the both of you," Tomo began, "I used to think we needed the humans to survive. I thought that killing them was beneath a diclonius. But then, just recently, I had an epiphany. We don't need all the humans to survive...only a few." Tomo opened his lips to speak again, but was quickly distracted by an odd and powerful sensation inside his head. Lucy, felt it also, turning her attention toward the horizon.

"What's going on," Nana asked.

"I'm not sure," Lucy answered. It was odd. She felt the small traces of silpelits screaming out in agony, then just as suddenly vanish into nothing. Her telekinetic abilities were not as strong as Tomo's, so she could be sure as to what she was exactly feeling. Tomo, on the other hand, was on both knees, scratching at his hair as if trying to get rid of lice borrowing deep into his skull. His face looked tight and pain stricken.

"Damn you Kakuzawa," he said, "DAMN YOU!"

Aoma walked slowly and professionally through the white halls with a small, untraceable spring in his step. When he woke up this morning, he felt it was going to be one of those days when it didn't pay to come into to work, and were he was greatly considering going back to bed and calling in sick. Luckily, he forced himself to come in, and it looked like his good karma was paying off; big time. Finally, after all his time here, he was finally going to get to do something fun and interesting for once. The order had been just handed down from Director Kakuzawa himself that all remaining subjects were to be terminated, and he was fortunate enough to have been selected to "do in" Number 55. All throughout the facility, you could either hear the sounds of subjects being disposed of, or see their bodies being carted off toward the boiler room to be tossed into the furnace. He arrived at the automatic doors with a large red 55 painted on both sides. Clasping a small black pistol inside his lab coat, he walked forward as the doors opened instantly to his presence.

Once inside the room, he saw through the glass a pair of SAT units injecting a clear substance into the front cranial area of Number 55 with a rather long needle, giving Aoma the chills for a brief moment. He never liked needles. Once the fluid was inserted completely into her head, the ran back toward the room and informed him that Number 55 was now sedated and would be unconscious and unable to use her vectors for at least an hour. Good, that meant Aoma could take his time. He dismissed them, then proceeded to enter the large research chamber where Number 55 hung off a pair of shackles chained to the wall, her body limp and her face as absent as always.

"And so here we are," he said as he knelt down beside her, "I'm going to tell you a little secret. You've probably been the most boring job I have ever been given you know that. With all I here about you diclonius, the least you could have done is spice up my job a little bit. You know, be more like that Lucy. Fight, resist every now and then. She at least made things interesting around here. It figures that the day she escapes would be my day off." He looked all around the boxed room, as if suddenly feeling nostalgic. "Mom and dad never wanted you. When you were born, they were disgusted that their daughter was some horned freak. Oh, they pretended to be sad when they heard you died of some chromosomal irregularity, but trust me, they were glad you were gone." Aoma lifted her head by the chin, play with her face before giving her expressionless face a few goodhearted slaps. "Mom died only a month after you were born. Doctors said it was some internal bleeding. A problem with the birth, but I know that it was you who killed her. You killed her from the inside." Aoma stood on his feet, lifting the gun from his pocket and leveling it at Number 55's temple. "I'm doing everyone a favor. Bye bye...baby sister." Aoma pulled the trigger, and a loud pop echoed through the room. A huge splatter of blood covered the wall, floor, and a good deal of Aoma's clothes, staining them. Number 55's body continued to hang lifeless and limp from her chains, now a quarter of her head blown off, exposing the innards of her brain.

Aoma drew the key from the other pocket and unlocked her hands. He let her body fall to the floor, blood spilling from her open wound. After giving her body a few kicks, he hoisted her over his shoulder and headed toward the boiler room. As he guided himself through the halls and toward the furnace, he eagerly anticipated throwing her body into the fire and watching it burn to cinders.

The helicopter roared through the clear blue sky over the ocean by Kamakura with its three passengers, its blades spinning so fast they blurred. Up front, the pilot shouted commands into his headset to be heard over the propellers while Tomo, Lucy, and Nana sat quietly in the back. The feelings of the dieing silpelits had now become so faint that either one of them barely felt anything. By the time they reached the island facility, all three of them were certain that none would be left alive. Tomo's hands were clenched into a tight fist, but his face was stoic. He sat with his head held high and his face forward, while Nana hung her head and examined her feet. Lucy, on the other hand, was in a state in-between. Sitting here, she felt so unsure of herself. Why was she going back? The never ending tide of conflicting questions and answers running through her now gave her a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Prepare yourselves, Tomo warned them with his mind, We will be arriving soon. The rest of the flight passed in apprehensive silence. Though the propellers could clearly be heard from outside, to Lucy, it felt as if the whole world had gone silent. Through the window in the front where the pilot sat, she could clearly see a small rock of land making its way over the horizon. Slowly, it grew bigger and bigger, becoming more defined. The land held her gaze, as it was quickly forming into the place that had been her hell for three long years. She cursed fate for being so cruel as to return her to this place one again. The helicopter began its descent toward the landing platform just beyond one of the entrances into the facility. She felt the pressure in her stomach increase as the pilot lowered the machine closer and closer to the ground, until with a rocky thump, they landed, as her stomach gave an even stronger lurch. The propellers began to slow, and their cry was starting to die down. The nameless pilot began flipping and pressing switches so quickly it look like he was doing it at random.

"We're here," he called back to them, still shouting over the propellers, "The Director is waiting for you in his office. You should"

His voice was swiftly cut through as Tomo used one of his vectors to slice the mans head clean off, as a pillar of blood showered from the mans gaping neck. The once clean and clear window was now stained with red, as the mans dead body sat comfortably still in the chair. Without a word, Tomo stood from his seat, and used another vector to force open the door off its handle. Once outside, his ponytail fluttered roughly in the breeze of the still dieing propellers. Looking outside, she noted that there were no guards or SAT units there to escort them. Tomo was right about one thing; Kakuzawa was, without a doubt, one arrogant son of a bitch. As Nana and Lucy lazily made their way to follow, Lucy noticed that Tomo was shedding his clothing, removing every piece until he was standing naked in the sun. Nana frantically shut her eyes when she finally noticed, while Lucy looked on with a mixture of disgust and fear.

"You two as well," he said commandingly, "Shed your clothes given to you by the feeble humans."

"No," Lucy said defiantly. Nana just shocked her head, her hands over her eyes.

"Have it your way," Tomo shrugged. "But I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing a real woman's body." He gestured toward the entrance in a disturbing show of nobility. As Lucy walked by, she felt his hand come with a quick, open palm, smack of her behind. She recoiled, looking at him with greater disgust, while he just licked his lips perversely. Taking great long steps, Tomo walked past them, leading the way into the facility. Using his vectors to force the door open, the siren was immediately sound, sending a cry of alarm throughout the island. Even against its loud wailing, Lucy could of sworn she heard Tomo mumble,

"The genocide of humanity...is about to begin."