Ch 12: Malus Fructus

At some point, around the age of three years old we hear an unknown voice. It frightens us but we soon learn to accept it. Despite popular belief, The Voice is different for some Diclonius. Some are harsh and cruel, others are funny and humorous, some are motherly. But they all end up saying the same things, kill the humans.

But we are confused…are we not human? Do we not breath like humans? Do we not eat like humans? What is that makes us different? We wonder this enigma, we ponder our purpose. It comes as The Voice tells us. We are different, we are Diclonius.

Diclonius. The name given to us by humans. A name that has been passed on by genetics so that we all know what it is. Perhaps it had been a different name before, but we refer to ourselves as that, as Diclonius.

Chelsea in retrospect had a very big job to do now. She had never been the leader of anything and for some reason it interfered with her Sipilitet nature. She was supposed to be a follower, not a leader. But if it meant finding the Queen she would do it, even if it meant working with the humans. It was in relativity, a small price to pay in the end. Everyone knew they'd end up killing those worthless humans in the end. It was all a matter of time, they did not follow the humans.

She, Yukia and Carmen, likewise known as 98 and 99 searched the city that they were in. With hats over their heads, their mission was simple. Find Celia, do not harm anyone unless they get your way. To make sure they obliged by that rule, chips had been inserted into their arms, thus their every movement and action was tracked. It was hellishly annoying to say the least. They cringed every time they passed a human, mostly taking the alleyways lest they decide to just begin killing. They only clue they had was what Chelsea had seen on that day, and thus had to look physically for The Queen instead of normally sensing her. To say the least, it was a pain in the ass.

She also had a more personal issue to deal with. That stupid bitch 7, the traitor herself. Oh if she ever found her again she would do more than just kill her. Turning her insides into soup wouldn't even account to a third of the pain she wanted to cause her. She had not only beaten her, she had humiliated her! That stupid fucking bitch! Her mind racing as she start thinking of all the gory sick ways she would kill 7 when they met again.

"Chelsea, it's getting late, let's rest." Yukia said after another hour of walking. She agreed, her legs were tired and they were all hungry. The went into a small ice cream shop, ordered cone and began eating. When they were finished, the cashier asked for their money. Of course none of them had any and the cashier wasn't about to just let them leave.

A vector swimming unseen in the air, the man feel with a thud on the desk. His eyes glazed over as Chelsea, Yukia and Carmen gasped in mock horror. They had to stay there as the police came to investigate, but the nature of the death would not leave them suspected. Brain arteries exploding was a common death, though Chelsea would definitely have preferred ripping him apart. How the people at the instates would have taken this she didn't know, but right now, she didn't really give a damn.

They left, their false sobs turning into true laughs.

27 new Diclonius girls were marched into the dark hallways. The place had been cleaned up, and the electricity fixed but the place was terrifying. This was Institution Z, the worst of them all. The most horrible place that Diclonius could be in. Some rebelled, they killed but were shot by the bullets of over a hundred men. The other Diclonius soon became docile, their fear of death overruled their hatred of the humans right now.

They were marched through a hallway, and stripped of their clothing, leaving them all bare. They would not need clothes were they were going. More soldiers came in, there had to be at least 200 total now. They wouldn't stand a chance, the demented facility was like a prison. Well it had been like a prison before, but the security now was ten fold what it was before.

They walked, dragging their legs across the steel ground and were forced down the stairs. The elevator was working and half of them could actually fit in there. But they were forced to walk down those horrid steps and through the halls and coming to a large steel door. They were ordered to stop, only one could allow passage through the doors.

Scared, almost timid, 5 year old Vanessa crossed through the doorway. She gasped as she viewed the cavern, the light from the sky above, partially blocked by the stones shining into her eyes. She could hear the slow rocking waves of the internal ocean and gazed upon the hundreds of tombstones. Then she saw him.

A man in a white business suit, sitting at a desk coolly with a pen in his hand. He said nothing to her, he did not smile, he just looked at her. Torino hardly cared that she was on the verge of crying. He pulled out a switch, and pressed it. Instantly Vanessa fell to the ground writhing and screeching. The pain preventing her from using her vectors. She would not have to suffer for long, Torino took out a small hand gun, aimed and fired.

Vanessa's blood and brain splattered the ground as went inert. A quick snap of the fingers from Torino and a guard came and took the dead girl. With a casual throw, Vanessa's dead body sunk into a certain area of the water, a murky brown water. A brewage of the most hellish sort. Her body disappeared in the murk.

"Next." He said.

Author's note: The title is latin for "Evil Fruit" but as an educational point which quite frankly has nothing do with this fic, Malus "evil" is also the same word for "apple."