Ch 24: The Bane Of The Diclonius And Humans

Humans can be such cruel creatures. It is not in the nature of a human being to look at something new and like it. Everybody hates something new and are always uneasy to try it out. They hate the difference, yet always they accept it eventually. Then in their ignorance they hate something new and the cycle continues. Differences is what is all about. Humans do not like to be differences. They want anything and everything to be the same. They bring war, they bring suffering, they bring it all upon themselves and in the end they find someone else to blame.

There standing in the corner of the streets, sirens wailing, a single lone man. He is no longer smiling and in fact it is unknown if he has ever smiled before. All that he sees is the torn up girl with horns slumped over the ground. He remembers it vividly and it stings his heart forever. He is looking at the cold, unmoving body of his dead daughter. His wife is also dead, sprawled out over the ground, decapitated. He has lost his entire family on this dreary day, and who is the one responsible?

His head turns slowly to the last body that is on the ground, the blood seeping into the sewers. The girl must have been about 15 years old, light pink hair and the white horns showing through. He brushes his fingers through his hair, feeling the bumps upon them. His own Diclonius daughter…killed by another Diclonius. A mistake perhaps, her horns had not been visible and perhaps at the age of three years old she had not given off the sense of the Diclonius energy. He no longer knows what to think about himself anymore.

A single man comes up to him, in a white business suit, his hair the same shaded as his but neatly trimmed. He speaks to him about something, he listens intently but his mind is still somewhere else. All he knows is that this man, who calls himself Kakuzawa Torino has told him something. He listens now, but he never looks up. His eyes have lost their brilliant blue shine and have become a cloudy silver.

Human or Diclonius…his choice now, the man gives him.

He chooses. He will help the man out, he will guard him, and serve him like true soldier. But never, will he give up his humanity.

Never…

We see humans as the worst creatures in the entire world. They have tormented us, they have tortured us, they have killed us. They mock our horns, they slaughter our kind and let us rot. Everyday we wonder through the streets, hiding, killing, we want to be respected, we want to be accepted. Now we kill because we can, we kill as The Voice tells us. Some of us enjoy it, glorifying in the blood, some of us cry at the end, wondering why we do this. We have no choice any more…it is all or nothing now.

In the end…

…We are just different.

A lone girl hands against the chained wall, blooded and unclothed. She no longer cries, but her heart wells for her family. She chokes every time she thinks of her mother and father. But she never lets a single teardrop fall onto the metal ground below her. She has long since stopped crying. But there are times, at night when she calls out to her dead parents. She holds her stuffed animal tightly, it is her only remembrance of the ones she loved. It is taken from her, she does not cry but reaches for it. The shady figures take it away.

Now she is alone…

Now she begins to cry. Tears welling down her face. She has lost everything at this moment, she has nothing to go for. She is chained to this wall, trapped in this forsaken facility for all she knows. She is so alone now…so very alone. Every day they torture her, every day the do experiences on her. The life she remembers of her past is fading. The broken needel going into her forearm pains her greatly. She is denied every comfort, every bit of love is whipped away. At that moment she understands just how cruel the world truly is, and her heart sinks into the depths.

The two look at each other from different angles. The young girl chained to the wall, her eyes glaring spitefully at the man who is looking at her. He does not flinch, he not beg for mercy. He looks coldly at her through his silver eyes, unmoving. After some time, he slowly turns away and begins to walk. He stops when he hears a voice. It is the voice of the child chained to the wall, her voice filled to the brink with spite. However, beyond that he can hear something else. It is the sound that reminds him of his own daughter, beyond the pain, the softness of an innocent child.

"You humans have taken everything away from me. I swear I will kill all of you. I hate you all." She growls, her words threatening, her tone serious. "What did I ever do? What did I do to deserve any of this? Everything…I have lost everything."

The man in the grey cloak pauses. He does not flinch, he does not beg for mercy. His expression is the same, cold. The blue has never returned to his eyes on that faithless day. He turns his head so that he is looking at the chained girl, bloodied and unclothed against the wall. His expression never changes from that moment, he stares at her for a moment before turning. He says nothing to her, he just turns and remain stoic.

Then he walks away, his footsteps echoing from that cell with the miserable child. He sits himself down in the chair of the office alone, coffee in his hand and sips it slowly. He closes his eyes…

…and lets the one teardrop slide across his cheek before the grey clouds come again.