In case anyone was wondering why Yuka has yet to make a scene, well…I'm just not using her. She's was an annoying character in both manga and anime and quite frankly I don't want to use her.
Ch 8: Starting Point
Timeless it began and endless it shall finish, The Voice is calling out. Do you hear it, inside your head, pounding away. It is talking The Voice that is, it says something. You are unsure at first, you are young. The words are incomprehensible, but you listen. The Voice is always talking, it is never done speaking. Sometimes you want it to shut up, and sometimes you listen eagerly. The Voice, it is speaking.
Their history had a starting point, the very beginning. Their first Queen, the biblical character Eve, the first Diclonius. The true human. They had become the worlds leading force, the major species. So what had happened in the past to make their future so? Something had happened, something bad.
A war?
A disease?
A thought?
Something had happened long ago, 50 years…100 years 1,000 years. Something had happened long ago and it must end.
Humans were the enemy. They were filth, they were spiteful. The Voice became clear, kill the humans. The singularity word, "kill."
It started from the endless beginning and at some point the line had bent. Someone had messed up, something had screwed up royally. The past could not change, it was done. But the future could be changed, the future was like a empty slate, waiting to be written on.
And yet…The Voice would falter on a single human word in every Diclonius.
"Choice."
It was after two o clock in the morning and of course everyone else should be asleep. It was not that Celia could not sleep, she had merely woken up prematurely in her room. She gazed at the inert bodies of Nana and Mayu in each corner and then decided to get up and get a glass of water. As the faucet turned off, she saw a figure in the clean mirror.
It was Lucy.
"Celia, I'd like to speak to you in the living room." Her voice was soft and pleasant. Lucy had never spoken to her with a voice before, and it was because of this that she agreed. Technically she would have agreed anyways but she actually felt safe this time. She and Lucy sat on opposite chairs and Celia quietly waited for Lucy to speak.
"Can you use vectors?" The young woman asked. The way she said it, Celia thought that Lucy knew the answer to the question despite her asking it. It was because of this that she knew it would be unwise to lie even with what Nana had asked her. "Yes." She replied.
"What are the vectors used for?" the woman asked. "To help humans." Celia replied.
Lucy opened her mouth to retort than closed it. She had expected an answer similar to "Kill the humans." but help them?
"Celia, promise me that you will never use your vectors to hurt anyone." Lucy said, her voice almost begging. Celia had never thought of hurting anyone with her vectors, such an act seemed horrendous. "I would never…!"
"Please!" Lucy begged. "I want you to understand that I'm not what I appear to be."
"Do you're arms come off too?"
There was an awkward moment of silence and Celia suddenly realized that Lucy was talking about something much deeper. Something far more personal that the fact that she was relating it to Celia indicated its importance.
And so Celia listened, and unlike a normal story, she instead heard a story within a poem. So as she listened, so her mind opened up and a small crack opened up.
"Spite they saw me upon my horns
Fear they traced me with their scorn
Acknowledged I was incapable
My life was unshakable
So I listened to The Voice
I never knew love only hate
The humans whom would always berate
Fastened their chance against my kind
So now we search for what was behind
So we listened to The Voice
But I was wrong on many levels
The truest friend I would always revel
He showed me love, he shoed me kindness
The first forever gone the blindness
So paused went the Voice"
With that Lucy concluded and bowed her head. Her story a poem struck Celia on a more deeper level than anything else. Even though her words were unspecific, she knew exactly what Lucy was talking about. She knew the horrors she had faced, she knew what she had gone through. How Kouta, her love had changed her. So through that crack, her Dark Side manifested and the crack closed before it could be released.
Like a child to a mother, Celia hugged Lucy whom Lucy returned with affection. But she couldn't help feeling it…that sense. A sense of foreboding so similar to her own. That Voice insider her.
Nana herself woke up, she had felt something too, something strange and abnormal that receded as quickly as it came.
5 miles away, in a house with the occupants dead. Chelsea opened her eyes. She had felt something, but it had vanished too quickly. At first light in the morning, she would seek out The Queen.