Chapter 1
Dan absorbed every detail the gruesome sight that lay before him, blood was splatter all over his family's living room. Furniture had been uprooted and thrown throughout the room, some of which had been torn to shreds. Broken bits of glass sprinkled among the carnage of his shattered life. Before him both of his parents laid dead on the floor, disemboweled and half devoured. Like a gazelle after it had been hunted down by a vicious lioness. All Dan could see was their frozen faces contorted in expressions of shock and horror. Dan let out a derange scream of anguish once he fully processed the savage act that surrounded him. However the young man soon realized that he was not alone. The sounds of monstrous footsteps gradual became more prominent coming from the upstairs. A large demonic shadow then appeared on the wall of the stairwell as the footsteps grew unbearably close. Dan stood frozen in shock by this fast approaching threat, unable to muster the willpower to flee or call for help. Finally the beast appeared from the shadows to reveal a giant wolf steadily making its way down toward the young man. The canine was larger than any wolf had ever seen. Its appearance was something one could only find in ancient myths and legends. With a fur coat as black coal and huge yellow eyes that looked like two small ember from hell. Its teeth were stained with the blood and guts of Dan's now departed parents, even from across the room Dan could smell the creatures rancid breathe. Something that one could only describe as a mixture of rotting flesh and the metallic stench of blood. The wolf locked its eyes with Dan's watching his every minor twitch with inhuman focus. A sickening growl began to resonate from the beast as it inched closer to the petrified young man. Before he realized it the creature launched itself across the room pinned Dan to the floor. Droplets of blood fell from the gruesome fangs of the canine as it prepared to devour its terrified prey. He tried to scream but was immediately cut off when the wolf sunk its teeth into the young man's throat.
"No!" Dan shouted at the top of his lungs, desperately battering away at a beast that was nowhere to be seen. The young man hyperventilated as he regained some sense of composure. Dan was sitting in a train on his way to the city of Kamakura. He relaxed enough to pull a bottle of vodka from his coat and started rapidly consume the liquor. The young man drank about half of the bottle's contents before he finally settled down from his nightmare.
"Jesus Christ almighty! That one of the worst ones yet, still it's just a dream." Dan spoke to himself in a reassuring manner as he recalled the events of last night. Last night was quite busy to say the least. After he got of the Cargo ship Dan went to the nearest place where he could convert his dollars into Yuen. The clerk had given him some grief over the massive pile of money that the young man cared at his side. Though that didn't stop him from converting the cash. Once that was done Dan rushed to the near train station for a ticket for Kamakura, thankfully there was a late night shuttle to the town. Unfortunately it took over an hour to arrive, which left Dan enough time to pick up a dozen bottles of liquor from the nearest store.
From the rising sun in the distant horizon he could tell that it was early in the morning. Which explain why He was the only passenger on the train. Dan enjoyed the solitude, it allowed himself to think carefully about what to do once he arrived in Kamakura. His first goal was the find a place in the city where he could sleep temporally, then find a permanent residence. It would have to be something that wouldn't draw too much attention to himself. Then find the closest liquor store and drink himself into a stupor. Even though the young man had enough alcohol the kill a person. Dan would freely admit that he was an alcoholic though couldn't give less of a shit about quitting. On a daily basis he drank enough alcohol to kill a normal person, then again Dan was not normal. He hated the constant preaching by onlooker to quit drinking, even Hector commented once or twice about it. Dan would simple shrug off the criticism and continue on with his vice. He could make his own choices and if he wanted nothing more than to drink himself to death, then that was his choice to make.
Out of the corner of his eye Dan notice the city of Kamakura in the distance, first impressions were average at best. Nothing about it seemed to stick out to the young, thought the reflection of the sunny on the ocean water was very appealing. It reminded him of the times that he stayed at the beach back home when he was a kid. Thoughts about his childhood came flooding into his mind, the cool breeze of the ocean and the heat of an early July day. Sounds of fireworks crackling on the fourth of July while eating fried dough. Dan crack a tiny smirk at some of his more happy memories, but was quickly brought back into reality with the halting of the train.
He quickly gathered his things and proceeded to exit the train. The station was extremely modest with just a small both for information and a single bench to rest at. The small pink petals from the surrounding cherry blossoms gently floating in the breeze peaked the young man's the most. It gave the area an almost surreal innocence. However now wasn't the time for ogling Mother Nature, Dan needed to find a place to sleep. So he made his into town to find a hotel, or the very least a dry shack.
Dan spent about an hour of walking aimlessly from block to block, during which he bought a quick breakfast and a pair of binoculars. Just so he had a way to check for peeping toms from the local authorities. At last the young man found a hotel, it was a cheap looking joint with barley any defining features that could pull in potential customers. That didn't matter to Dan who just needed someplace to stay until he found a permanent residence. Dan paid the clerk in cash for a three day stay with no questions asked. Once given the key the young man proceeded up the stairs to the second floor. The room was at the far end of the dimly lit hall, the young man groggily walk down the corridor with each step getting a little heavier from exhaustion. Finally he reached his destination opening the door and finding that his accommodations were not to his liking. His room was on the ugly side, with beige walls and green carpeted floor. The only furniture was a single double bed, dresser, and nightstand. At the opposite end of the room was a tiny bathroom that could barley contain the shower and toilet in it with the sink located in the room itself.
"It'll due until I find an apartment. Then again it could be worse, I could be sleeping on the street or in a box. But whoever decorated this room must've been color blind, reminds me of that god awful place I stayed in New Jersey" Dan said to himself while placing his bags by the bed, then walked over to the window to close the blinds. He took a good long look at the view of the harbor, which was quite a splendid scene. In the distance he could see a small island located at the edge of the harbor. A faint glimmer of reflected light emanated from the landmass, which could only come from glass windows. Which meant a building of some sort was situated on the island, which begged the question why would anyone build anything on such a desolate rock. He didn't know and frankly he couldn't give two shits about it. Closing the blinds he then undressed himself down to his underwear and jumped into bed. Temporally disregarding all of his worries as he drifted off into slumber, hopefully he won't have too many nightmares.
Lucy had lost track of the days she spent chained up like an animal in this dungeon. Her restraints had kept her from moving even the slightest bit and her helmet obscured the young woman vision which prevented her from observing her cage. In fact the only one of her senses not restricted in some way was her hearing. Every day she heard the footsteps of people come in and out of the chamber. She heard the guards make idle chit chat over petty subjects of interests and the scientist discusses her like a lab specimen. But the things that she truly wished to hear were things that she never got the chance to say and be reminded of all of her faults. In her dreams she was visited by all those she had killed during her short life. Each of them a twisted representation of themselves. Some mocked her appearance others screamed unintelligible slurs at her, but all called the same thing. A monster, a murderer, and a butcher. All of which were true, Lucy had spent more than half her life slaughtering humans in the hundreds. However at the end of her dreams she heard the same sweet music from all those years age. The melancholic tune Kouta's music box, it filled her with feeling joy and despair. Once she awake the only thing she heard was the quiet sobbing that she uttered.
The sounds of machinery shocked Lucy from her withdrawn state, the young woman sensed her restraints being lifted and her vectors emerged from her body. Could it be true, was this her time escape this wretched facility. One the guards rushed towards her to prevent her from escaping. The moment that idiot got in range Lucy sliced off his arm, waiting a few seconds to let the fool fully realize the extent of his error before copping off the whelp's miserable head. Her vector retrieved the key to her restraints from the corpse. Disbelieve began to build in Lucy, the thought of being released from her prison was surreal.
The other guard made a desperate attempt to stop her, firing his revolver at the young woman. A futile endeavor as she easily block the bullets with one vector, while using another to crush the man's head. Slowly Lucy unlocked her restraints one at a time, savoring the sweet sound of her locks being opened. The last restraint was unlocked and the young woman used her vectors to gently float to the floor. When her bare feet made contact with cold metal floor it sent a sharp chill up Lucy's spine. She stumbled under her own weight, the years spent bound had weakened her legs significantly. Once again Lucy's used two of her vectors to prop herself up, just until the strength in her legs returned. The sound of the massive door opening filled the chamber and the artificial light of the facility poured in. Even with the helmet obscuring her vision, she could clearly see the bright opening. Steadily Lucy walk forward to the light of the hallway, feeling the warm blood of her victims under her feet. The young woman began to hum that lovely song she cherished so much, it added to the quiet jubilation she felt.
Lucy hummed that tune as she cut down the every last guard that stood between her and freedom. She deflected their bullets with ease and savored their blood curtailing screams as her vector tore them to shreds. All the pent up hatred, fear, sorrow Lucy had experienced in this hellhole was unleased on these worthless pests. The same people who had humiliated her, who had striped of every right she laid claim to, and who treated like an animal to be experimented on. Lucy exacted her vengeance on them tenfold, with each kill only adding the unholy wraith that fueled her determination. Finally she reached one of the last barriers that prevented her escape, using her vector to pull the switch that opened the huge metal gate.
That's when she saw the man who had dragged to this facility, chief Kurama. He was flanked on both sides by a squad of heavily armed guards. Lucy had an especially intense hatred for this man, his actions had led to her friend Aiko death and the bastard simply tried to brush it off. Now the young woman could start fulfilling the promise that made the day Kurama brought to this facility. Where she would strip him of everything he cared about so that he could feel the pain of losing those closest to you. Suddenly a young woman appeared the left corridor and fell face fist onto the floor.
"Chief Kurama I'm sorry! I missed up again!" the young lady said in a begging manner. The sight of his sectary next to Lucy elicited a strong reaction from the chief. To the point were two guards had to hold him back.
"Kisaragi run, get away!" Kurama yelled at his secretary. Try to warn her of the danger that she was in. So it appeared that he cared for this girl, which peaked Lucy interest. She placed one vector on the girl's should which left a bloody hand print on her jacket.
"No Lucy don't do it!" Kurama yelled desperately in the slim hope of saving his employee, but it amounted to nothing. Kisaragi looked at the diclonius girl with a confused look and in one swift motion Lucy ripped off the woman's head.
"Open Fire!" Kurama ordered. His men unleased a withering hail of bullet on the diclonius. But it was all for not as Lucy simply blocked the bullet with the now deceased woman's corpse, just to spite Kurama. After five minutes of deafening gunfire the guards ceased their assault.
"Why are you stopping? Shoot her!" Kurama demanded from the guard next to him.
"Were out of ammo." The guard replied. Lucy resumed her advance towards Kurama, prompting one of the guards to trying bashing the diclonius with but of his gun. Lucy simply ripped out the man's heart throwing it at one of his fellow guards. She then decapitated four more guards before the survivors fled for their lives. As Lucy passed by Kurama she place one of her vectors on his back, leaving a bloody hand print on the chief's suit. The exit was now in sight, just a metal door separated her from the outside world. Her celebration was cut short as the gate behind her suddenly closed, leaving the young woman trapped. Rage overwhelmed her thoughts as she rammed the exit with her vectors, she won't be caged up again. Though all effort only managed to dent the door, but still it remained closed. Her heart sank at the thought of losing her chance at freedom when coming so close.
But then her fortunes turned again in her favor, as the door slowly opened. Revealing a rocky cliff overlooking the open sea, which reflected the moonlight of clear spring night. For the first time in three years Lucy felt the cool breeze of the outside against her pale skin. It was impossible for her to describe the concoction of emotions the flooded her heart. Never in her life had Lucy been so grateful to feel the rough texture of the ground on the soles of her feet. By now her legs had gained enough strength to support herself without assistance from her vectors. Her pace picked up as she grew closer to the edge of the cliff, though Lucy's started to feel that she was being watched.
Before she knew what happened a loud bang pierced the serenity of the moment. Followed by a horrible piercing pain in the side of her head. A powerful bullet had ricocheted of her helmet, causing Lucy to lose consciousness and fall into the dark water of the sea.
Dan was awoken from his sleep by the sound of gunfire, from the sound he could determine that it had been a powerful sniper rifle. The young man quickly rolled out of bed and grabbed his revolver. Checking around his room to find were the bullet entered from. After a few seconds Dan cautiously moved from his position and retrieved the binoculars from his backpack. He then shifted moved towards the window, rapidly checking any conceivable area were the sound may have originated. When his vision passed by the water he noticed something odd. It took Dan a few minutes to realize that a young woman was floating in the middle of the harbor face up. From the looks of it she was unconscious and bleeding from her head. Dan carefully thought about what to do. On one had he was obligated to help this poor woman before she drowned, but on the other hand he didn't want to entangle himself in any sort of trouble? At the risk of attracting attention from the authorities and in turn alerting the feds to his presence in Japan.
Against his better judgement Dan decided to help her, so he slipped on his pants and jumped out the window. Safely landing in the street he then ran towards the beach with all hast. When he reached the edge of the water, Dan jumped into the harbor. He swam as fast as possible while keeping his sights on the unconscious woman, who slowly began to sink under the waves. After an undetermined amount of time Dan finally reached the girl, checking to see if she was breathing. Thankfully the woman was indeed breathing and it looked like she was beginning to wake up. Though was still unable to speak, he grabbed her with one arm. While making sure that her head remained above to water.
Dan had little time to think as he start swimming back towards the shoreline. It was going to be quite difficult to swim while dragging the young. He felt the warm rays of the rising sun on his back.