Ch 28: Uncertainty

Vectors now returned, their battle commenced. "Just shut the hell up!" Celia cried unable to retort properly to what Lucy had told her. "I…Just…" her face was scrunched up in fury, but eyes began to leak tears. What did they not understand about her? She had lost everything…she had lost every damn thing important to her. Everything was a lie, there was no happiness in this world. There wasn't a goddamn good thing she could ever see in this world. She had been utterly and completely broken. She hated everything about her life, every single aspect was nothing but a hellish nightmare for her. What could Lucy not see about that? She just didn't understand the pain she was feeling, so alone in a dark world, hurting and crying. She couldn't possibly understand any of it. Dread personified her life and nobody understood how she felt.

She can't even feel relief from killing her mortal enemy. All she remembers and will remember is that foreboding sense of fear that she has always associated with Kakuzawa Torino. She can't even feel pride for ending that human's life. A human whose actions defied everything that she thought humans were suppose to be. Yet, all she could see in Jericho's silver eyes is something that, can only be described is miserable understanding. They don't understand her! None of them understand her! Nobody has a clue why she is so miserable and hated!

How dare she, Lucy even try to understand her misery!

"WHAT DO YOU POSSIBLE KNOW!" She screamed wildly pounding an un-expecting Lucy with a barrage of blows from her Vectors. Her defense was crumbling now, her arms barely able to defend against what could have been very deadly blows. "HUMANS TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

She pounded the woman into the nearest building, grabbing her by the throat and holding her against the cement walls. "…I…I…"

This time she didn't even take out her vectors. She went right up the woman who hung in against the wall by a vector and slammed her on physical fist into her face. It was the point that mattered, not the physical damage. "Just shut up and die!" She used her own vector and rammed it into the woman's stomach who was dropped and rolled on the ground gagging.

"I've had it with you." She said, bringing out another vector and placing it on Lucy's throat. The fingers tightened. Her mind racing now as she prepared to kill her…and in her rage her power grew.

It all started with those foolish humans. Those foolish idiotic humans who betrayed her, who tortured her. Everything sad and hopelessness it been their fault. This woman, Lucy who called herself a Diclonius had to die. They all had to die. Every single one of them had to die.

Everyone.

Had.

To.

Die.

"Farewell…Old Queen." Her hand began to turn and just before she was about to rip Lucy's head off, she stopped as Lucy began to talk to her. Pleaded with her.

"Please Celia…I know what it's like to be hated. I know what it's like to have everyone look at you with spite and malice. You don't have to live a life like that…you can live a good life…please…"

"Sh-Shut up!" Her fingers tightened around the neck again, but she once again stopped, despite her own protests as Lucy began to talk again.

"You don't have to listen to it."

If Lucy wanted to, she could have killed Celia then and there for she left herself completely defenseless at that very moment. She only looked at Lucy in pure confusion even though she knew exactly what the Diclonius woman was talking about.

"You don't have to listen to that voice. It is not your friend. Leave it…"

"I killed the voice…it no longer holds anything to me…"

But as she said this, her mind and heart could not help but deny this. It was true that she had rid herself of The Voice but why did she kill? She killed, yet, because humans had been so cruel. But was it humans? Ever since The Voice had began to talk to her, she had listened to it.

The Voice. That dark, demented sound which talked to her…which commanded her. She had listened to it for so long. How long would she have continued to listen to The Voice, that ominous sound which erupted through her entire being so long ago. For a moment, she wondered as her hand went up to the wound on her head…just how off Jericho's aim had been.

But she killed because of her choice. She knew no other option now.

"Celia. You're not a bad person, you're someone whose had a tough life…but not everyone is bad. I didn't think the world could be good, I thought everyone was against me. I was wrong, look how happy I've become. You can become this happy too, I know it. You've proven it yourself. When you were with us."

"S-stop lying t-to me!" She cried, her fingers tightening to the point where Lucy would die from lack of oxygen if Celia didn't relax her grip. "Just sh-shut up! I-I don't…I-"

What did she want? She didn't know, everything was twisting around her like a violent storm of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't concentrate she couldn't think at all. Everything was coming down on her like a massive waterfall. At this very moment she decided. Her fingers completely squeezed Lucy's windpipe, her other vectors held Lucy's own although the woman didn't seem to be trying to attack her anyways.

Gasping for breath, Lucy's vision began to black out. The corners of her eyes dimmed.

Dimming…

Dimming…

"Celia."

The voice was timid, child-like. Enough so that Celia had released her grip to turn around. What faced her was nothing more than a small child. A small girl around the age of 5 years old with black hair tied in a short pony tail. She was definitely in the wrong place and Celia with her range could easily have killed her then and there. She waited though, her broken soul somehow unable to bring herself to murder this child. Her thoughts wondered on why the child was here, or what she wanted.

"Are you…Celia." The voice was so timorous, the girl holding onto what appeared to be a stuffed rabbit. A rabbit which Lucy noticed to be very similar to something she had seen as a child.

Celia was too shocked to answer the question. She was wondering why this human child was coming to her, to someone who could kill her without second thoughts. Everything had become silent now. The sound of the wind blowing in the air and the small girl who was walking to what more or less was her doom. Even Lucy was transfixed at this girl who would risk her life to do such an action.

And then the child did something that caused Celia's mind, body and soul erupt into something beyond pure emotions.