Ch 2: Fear

She had found a friend, a comrade. Celia went over to the girl, her Diclonius energy seeping out so that there was no question of who she was. Not only did the girl shake her hand, she actually embraced her in a hug.

"What the hell?" A male voice cried from somewhere unimportant. True, most people didn't hug each other in the middle of a bloody scene like this one.

"You're the queen, I can't believe it! What is your name?" The girl said with a grand smile.

"Celia."

"Tanya." The girl responded.

"I assume you are responsible for this." Celia said with a smile, looking at the bloody mess on the streets. "Somebody's got to do it." said Tanya with a sly smile on her face. "The Queen herself, I had lost all hope when Lucy died, but now you've come. You are the New Queen. You will help us pave the way through these wretched humans."

She couldn't disagree with that at all. However they both grew quiet as more pronounced footsteps came along. "Of course." Celia said, rolling her eyes and looking beyond her shoulders. Tanya likewise looked more disappointed than scared. Soldiers in black uniform, holding semi auto weapons were marching towards them. There was about five of them, armed to the tooth, yet so fragile. Humans never did understand how low they truly were, but still…what was to be expected from the scum of the Earth?

They stopped when they saw the two girls, first noticing the brilliant pink hair on both of them. Their eyes lifted up slightly to see the thick white horns sticking out of their heads. No doubt about it, they were Diclonius. Problem was, they were not prepared for this. There had been no indication that a second Diclonius was to be with Celia. Their fear began to show, until their leader gave a loud grunt which silenced them.

Celia narrowed her eyes, starring coldly at the "grunter." Unlike the soldiers, he was garbed in a rather normal uniform. His grey coat hovering in the wind and holding in his hands two pistols. Magnum 50 caliber perhaps, it didn't really matter to Celia, she could handle it. What bothered her though was more of a psychological issue. The soldiers shook with fear, a terror gripping them like ice. This other man however, he looked coldly into her red eyes without concern. His dark expression said everything without a word being spoken. It was an expression that insulted The Queen, it meant that he was challenging her.

"Do not worry My Queen, we will handle them." Tanya said after a moment.

"We?"

Sure enough, the soldiers turned abruptly around to see three more Diclonius girls come walking calmly out. They were all about the same age, 18 years old, and their malice grew from every step they took. It was the instinct in the Diclonius to make mankind instinct. These people came to hurt them, so they would hurt them in return.

The soldiers whimpered as Jericho turned his head slowly. He was not frightened, fear was beyond him. However, his men were not ready for this. He too had not expected there to be this many Diclonius in the area. He had come for Celia only, this was a drastic change in plans. His men could not fight, they were too frightened, and though he detested cowardliness, he would not let his soldiers die so fruitlessly. However, with 5 Diclonius, that didn't seem possible.

"So are you going to attack?" One of pink haired girls said with mock questioning.

"S-Shut up!" One of the soldiers cried back. Jericho closed his eyes, there was a time when you just had to be quiet. He was thinking, not about his own survival but the survival of his men. But what could he possibly…?

"GAAAAAAAH!"

His eyes shot open in surprise. Those fools! Fear had gotten them completely, they did not want to die, and so the soldiers rushed outwards, foolishly unaware of their actions. Their guns fired, and their ammo blocked so easily as to be embarrassing. Then they died, like rats in a lab. Celia took one by his arms and viciously ripped the appendages apart. Tanya rushed in, her vectors reaching inside one's head and exploding outwards like a red fireworks display. The carnage grew, and the humans watching intelligently backed off.

It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, the last severed head thrown into the human crowed which screamed and ran back. Jericho never once closed his eyes from the gore that plagued the streets. He pocketed one gun, holding the other firmly in his left hand. The men, they had lost their lives for nothing. They would never see their families again, they would never love their wives or children again. It was over for them.

Tanya walked slowly towards him, smiling devilishly and without care. The others stood back along with Celia, wondering together how she would end this man's life.

"Sad isn't it? So why don't I do us all a good favor and end your miserable life!" She yelled triumphantly. Her vectors kicking off the ground so that she literally flew at Jericho. Her vectors forming into a fist, she rushed in to "punch" the foolish human's head off.

Tanya's eyes widened in shock as this man, this human, who shouldn't even be able to see her vectors dodge. Her so called invisible fist brushed above his head, as he rushed in. A human usually fought from a distance, to attack head on was crazy. Then she saw it, she saw it like the quick flash that it came from the swift arm movement. A gun, directly pointed at her head, the man starring at her. She realized the situation one second before it was too late.

*BANG!*

Her brains fell, before her entire body did.