alright, this is going to be a weird week, so just bear with me. my family is going to vegas and don't trust me to be home alone (wonder why........im legally an adult........might have something to do with them thinking i might try to throw a party) so im gonna be shipped off all around the cow's ass until next saturday. however, ill be home at night to update. just figure i give you a heads up in case i cant update for some reason. anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Bloodbath
Chapter 7
Takuya opened his eyes to realize that Zoe was right next to him, their lips almost touching.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Courtney screamed, ruining the moment.
Takuya sighed, pulling Zoe up. He quickly fixed her shirt, then faced Courtney. "Told you I had to do something in the bathroom."
"What exactly are you doing? Who is she?" She stared at Zoe, her eyes widening. "And what the fuck are those things sticking out of her head?"
"It's a headband-" Takuya started to explain.
"How childish. Where did you find this heap of trash?" She cut him off.
Takuya glared at her. "Don't call her shit like that. Kouji and I were walking along the beach and we found her there. She was hurt and needed our help."
Courtney nodded. "Oh, yeah. She needed your help alright. Get your ass into the living room. We need to talk!" She stormed off.
Takuya groaned. He looked at a confused Zoe. "Let's go. After this, you might have a headache."
At the beach
A young boy sighed, holding onto his puppy. Seeing that wounded man had sent a chill down his spine. Had that girl who ran past him been involved? His stomach growled, as he hadn't eaten anything in awhile.
"Let's go Wanta. Maybe Emiko is working."
The boy and his dog took off, their empty stomachs growling. It had been almost four months since he had become homeless. He had no one to protect him, no one to run to. His only companion was a stray dog he had come across two days after he ran away from home.
They walked down the street, coming up to a small bakery.
"Hi, Tommy! I have something for you," the owner, Emiko, called to him. "Here you go."
"Thank you," he said gratefully, taking the bag of bread crusts from her.
Emiko smiled. "No problem. How's it going?"
"It's alright, I guess. I'm turning fourteen in a few days," he said, giving a weak smile.
"Oh, really? Happy birthday! Let's see if I can whip up a little something special for you," she replied happily.
Tommy shook his head. "No, it's okay. You've done enough for me already-"
"Nonsense," she cut him off. "Come back on your birthday and I'll have something for you."
"Thank you. I'll see you later. Come on, Wanta." Tommy took off, the little puppy close behind.
They walked back to the beach, sitting down next to a large cardboard box. Tommy opened the plastic bag and set a few bread crusts in front of Wanta.
"Eat up," he said, giving him a pat on the head.
As the dog wolfed them down, Tommy bit into one of the bread crusts. Just then, he felt something tap against his back.
"What's this?" He turned around to see an open umbrella behind him. "Where'd that come from?"
Tommy picked it up, noticing a piece of tape wrapped around the handle. On the tape was an address. Tommy finished up a few more bread crusts, then stood.
"We better go return this, seeing how we have nothing else to do right now." He began to walk back to town with Wanta, holding the umbrella in one hand the bag in the other. "At least the rain stopped, so they shouldn't be too worried about it....."
At the research facility
Chief Kurama entered the infirmary, making his way to one of the private rooms. When he got to it, he slowly shut the door behind him, facing the man in the bed.
"Who's there?" Bando snapped. He had a cast over his broken arm, as well as bandages over the stump where his hand used to be. His eyes were covered with gauze pads, tape holding them in place.
"It's Chief Kurama," he replied in a low voice.
Bando sat there, his mind going a mile a minute. "I think I deserve an explanation, after what that bitch did to me," he growled.
Kurama sat in a nearby chair. "I think so as well. As me anything, and hopefully I'll give you a reasonable explanation."
"Where the fuck do I begin? First off, that girl. What the fuck is she, and how did she do this to me without even physically touching me?"
"The girl, known as Zoe, is a Diclonius. A Diclonius is a mutant human sub-species with violent telekinetic powers," Kurama replied. "No one knows the origin of her kind, or how they came about. She was discovered almost fourteen years ago, after a series of grisly murders. We finally managed to capture her four years later, and she's been here ever since."
Bando shook his head. "Sub-species? You're fucking kidding me, right?"
"I'm afraid not. How else would she have done that to you with touching you?" Kurama asked.
"But, how?"
"A Diclonius is very similar to a human, the only difference being two horn-like protrusions. The horns are related to their telekinetic powers. If one is broken off, the Diclonius falls into a coma. We've never seen what happens when they lose both horns, but it is assumed that they will die. Their powers involve the usage of invisible arms, known as vectors. They can grasp and impact things as if they're solid, but also become insubstantial and pass through objects. Vectors can slice through almost anything, which is how Diclonious usually kill their victims. The range of their vectors are usually limited to a few meters, but the length of varies from Diclonius to Diclonius and become steadily farther with age. Zoe has four vectors, each with a range of two meters. She also has the ability to detect the location of others of her kind." Kurama paused, then smiled briefly. "Make sense?"
Bando tried to frown through his bandages. "I don't want to believe any of this. It sounds like a bunch of bullshit. Vectors? What the fuck?" He slowly rotated his shoulder. "However, after what happened, how can I not?"
"It is very important to us to capture her, before she infects the human-race." Kurama shifted his glasses. "Diclonius can only reproduce by infecting a human using one of their vectors. For instance, should a vector go through a human, they become infected. And when I say go through, the person is not injured, for at that point, the vector is ghost-like. Zoe, however, is able to sexually reproduce like a normal human woman from what tests read. We don't know why this is."
"So, what the fuck happens now?" Bando asked.
"I'll make a proposition for you. I can restore your vision and replace the hand you've lost using the latest in technology. The catch is that you must track Zoe down and kill her."
Bando didn't even have to think about it. "Let's see, I get to have my vision and arm back. I also get vengeance against the bitch who did it to me. Kurama, you've got yourself a deal."
Kurama smiled. "I'm glad you took the offer. You will be put into surgery tomorrow morning at six a.m. We have your assault team out there still searching for her. You, however, are the most skilled and sadistic one and will be very helpful, or else I wouldn't have even bothered with the proposition. I'll see you later."
Chief Kurama walked out the door, taking the closest elevator to the top floor of the building. He emerged, then made his way down the long dimly-lit corrider. After coming up to a steel door, a laser ran over his eye, scanning his identification. The heavy door slowly rose, allowing him access. Standing in the control room were two people. One of them was a tall woman with her long brown hair tied into a ponytail. She wore black-framed glasses and a white lab coat. The other was a man with shaggy auburn hair. He too wore a lab coat.
"How did it go?" The woman asked.
"Just as we had hoped, Miss Shirakawa. He's onboard," Kurama replied. "However, just in case, I want us to use the back-up plan." He pushed a button, causing one of the metal walls to steadily retract into the ceiling. There was another wall behind it, this one made of glass.
"I'm sending out Number Seven," he said.
They looked through the wall, staring at the subject. It was a young girl around twelve-years old. She was chained to a metal backing, her naked body covered with blood. She looked up weakly, seeing Kurama behind the glass. Her dark purple hair fell into her eyes. Quietly, she murmured something, barely audible through the glass.
"Pa........pa........."
and so that wraps up chapter seven. please don't kill me! *runs* anyway, do not fear, the next chapter will be coming soon. i hope you like it. please review if you get the chance, it would mean so much to me ^_^ laterz
