Ch 3: Impossibilities
Jericho starred at the fallen body of his victim, and instead of triumph, sadness showed across his face. It must have been a lie though, for his expression soon after turned grim and faced Celia and the other diclinous. This time he reached for his second gun, and pulled it back out and aimed both of them at the girls. His silver eyes finding the red ones, and though his face did not show it, his emotions burned a with a passionate hate. These men, though working for a cause deemed wrong by society in general, had been good people. They had never harmed a person before, even a Diclonius without distinction. This murder, it was so pointless, and now they would pay.
Celia was the only one who didn't shake, but she was just as shocked as all the others. She looked at the body of her fallen comrade, her friend. It just didn't make sense, no human could have done this, it was downright impossible! But as she gazed at the bloody mess that was Tanya, she could deny it no longer. This man had killed her, no.
This man had destroyed her. He, unlike so many others did not run away, but forward. This human had done something that others before him had not. He had fought, not from fear or the attempt to save his own life, but for the soul purpose of attacking. But what shocked Celia the most, was the fact that this man had killed a Diclonius under his own power. Not behind a glass wall, not through some syringe in a lab. He had killed her with his own powers, faster and stronger than she had been.
"Impossible!" The voice inside her uttered, she agreed mentally. This had not happened, no human could possibly stand in their way. Their vectors were unseen, unstoppable…there was no way a human could have dodged them.
Celia paused in her frustration. That was not true. It was extremely rare for a human to see vectors. The arms that moved at such a high velocity as to be deemed invisible to the naked eye. The only people who could see them were Diclonius themselves. There had though, been a human was able to see them.
The Diclonius saw the humans as inferior beings, ones that had to be killed off. Sometimes however, the humans themselves decided to fight back. In the history of the Diclonius, there was only one other human who had the audacity to challenge them. In fact this man had fought The Queen herself, Lucy. He had gone by the name of "Bandou" and it was name that struck lethal hatred in the hearts of all Diclonius. He had first fought their Queen a few years ago, and as it should be, The Queen easily defeated him. What happened next, few knew what to think. The Queen should have killed him, why did she let him live? Whatever the reason though, The Queen had proven just how superior she was to him.
But this man, Bandou, he was voracious. He did not take losing easily, nor did he take the loss of his sight and arm easily. The human scum fixed him, made him stronger. Bandou re-challenged The Queen and fought equally with her. This was the first time this had ever happened. A human fighting equally with The Queen. A human, who could hurt and hold advantage to The Queen. True, Lucy had won and violently ripped him in half, but he had fought her on equal grounds. Something, that no human should ever be able to do.
So was that the kind of man who Celia now looked on with both anger and fear? This man, who murdered without distinction her fellow Diclonius?
He had never thought himself a cruel man before. He believed that the Diclonius were poor creatures who only needed love and attention. He actually detested what the institutions did to the Diclonius. The tortures that went on in there, the pain that they suffered. It saddened him deeply, a level of regret he never showed publicly. But he hated the Diclonius, not because they murdered, for he knew their homicidal nature was legit. He had a reason to hate them.
Was it impossible, for either side to live in peace? If it was true, he hoped it would come soon. For now, his eyes narrowed, and he pulled the triggers.