Ch 11: Soldiers Of Children
Lucy found Nana resting against a tree, judging from her lack of wounds, she had not been seriously, if at all, hurt. Nana, recognizing Lucy walked over to her. She explained what happened, the girl who had come, their fight and how she had put her unconscious and ran away.
"You let her live?" Lucy said with a harsh voice.
"I'm not a killer." Nana definitely retorted, looking angrily at the older girl next to her. She didn't like where this conversation was going.
"She was a threat, she needed to be…"
"I'M NOT YOU!" Nana screamed back at Lucy, her rage exiting out despite her usual good nature. "I'm not some monster who takes enjoyment in ripping people apart!" She had gone too far now. One of Lucy's vectors came out and grabbed the 18 year old by the throat, squeezing. Despite this, Nana remained defiant.
"How dare you say that to me." Lucy growled, forgetting the true nature of her visit.
"Or what?" objected Nana. "Will you rip my head off? You ripped everything else off!"
The 22 year old girl would have done it, but relaxed. This was not right, she had not come to get into a fight with Nana and blamed herself for starting up the conversation like that. She apologized. With the tension no longer simmering, They left back to the Kadae residence.
The first batch came in, 5 Diclonius who had been captured by the Special Defense Team, chained with guns pointed to their heads. Some were as young as 12 years old while the oldest had to be around 18. They all wore that expression of spite, they could kill these men so easily. But they stopped when they noticed a single Diclonius in the background, unchained.
A man in a black suit came out, his slick black hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Do not worry Diclonius, we are not here to hurt you." He said. Bullshit to that, the Diclonius thought. "We are looking for Celia, or as you may know her as The Queen. You mustn't have any objections to that at all. You will act as the special team of Diclonius soldiers who will be lead by 64 over there." He indicated to Chelsea. "You should have no qualm in following a Diclonius leader."
They didn't voice their opinions but they had to admit, they would rather have that then the alternative. Besides, they wanted to find The Queen, they served her like royal guards.
"That is what half of you will be doing." The slick haired man said. Their expressions turned grim. What would the other half be doing.
"The other half…" The man continued, answering the question in their heads. "Is to look for a Pure Male Diclonius. To achieve the perfect Diclonius breed cannot be attained with only The Queen. Search for one, search for any males with horns. That is your duty, to let the Pure Diclonius race prosper.
Torino sat against the tombs of the underground lake. Despite the area, light easily came through the large cracks in the ceiling. He had with him a laptop and a generator, and was typing nonstop. Every so often he would get up, and walk to the mass that was his dead sister Anna, studying it.
He continued to type until his cell phone rang.
"The Diclonius are ready, we've sent half of them including 64 to find Celia while the other half were sent to search for any Pure Male Diclonius."
"Good. Now I want all the Diclonius from institutions A, F and R sent to this island immediately."
"Sir?"
"Just do it."
He hung up, walking back over to the mass. "These horns represent me, my horns are my power, but what am I? If these horns represent me then I am not a human. Yet my powers are limited, I cannot use vectors, am I not a Diclonius? What are you sister, my wonderful Diclonius kin, who despite what our father did you loved him totally.
Human
Diclonius
God
Monster
Devil
None of that matters in the end now does it? What matters is to work your way to the top. Father, intelligent but foolish. He thought that he could have his own way. Just because horns were on his head did not make him one of them. I do not care for being King. I do not want to be King, but I want to be the playwright. I want to be the director of the show and watch as my actors play along.
What would I trade, to become a god? Nothing.
What would I trade, to become a pure Diclonius? Nothing.
What would I give, to be important? Everything."
He sighed, looking up and closing his eyes as the sunlight hit his face. He listened to the gentle crashes of the underground ocean. He did not hate humans, how could he? He was part human himself, in fact he would dare say he was more human than Diclonius. But he understood how the world worked, only the strong could survive. Only the Diclonius could live and through this battle between humans and Diclonius he had picked his side well before his father and put all that jabbering into his mind.
Was he superior?
No.
Would he be superior?
If all worked out, the question to that would be obvious.