Ch 29: Differences

Everything collapsed around her. Everything she had ever known, the difference between good and evil exploded like a thousand nuclear bombs. All that she had assumed in her entire life was eradicated and expunged from her body at that very moment. And it is then, that the most personal tears of sadness and acceptance comes to the young teenage Diclonius who has fallen to her knees in this one moment. The young girl, the human girl, has put her stuffed animal into Celia's arm. It then, that all that she had ever assume is destroyed and for the first time…the first time since she can only fathom…she is accepted.

The stuffed animal, like a long lost companion pressed against her chest, hugging it closely. A human did this. A human, whom she hated for entire life…a human did this. The tears well down her face as the realization hits her. A human did this to her. A human showed her this kindness. This little human girl, who walked all this way through hell to do this one act of kindness to her. And then she cries everything out, holding the animal to her chest as she remembers. She remembers those times that she had cherished and locked away as her soul had been broken.

She remembers the time when she was very young. A young lass playing with her parents. Her human parents. The love they showed. She remembered her mother singing to her as a small child. She remembered her father playing with her.

Celia…the young Diclonius girl…began to sing. What acted her to do it was a mystery, but the small girl's voice had broken the silence. A melody without words but the music echoing through the city air. A music so beautiful that her vectors swam slowly out and started doing the unthinkable. The arms traveled to multiple bodies who were not yet dead but suffered grievous wounds such as missing legs or arms. The victims felt the vectors slide around them.

She continued to sing, her hopes, her reality, everything she had once thought hopeless returning to her. She felt her body weakening, but even then she continued to express her desires. Blood flow began to stop from the victims, their wound tightened and cauterized. Even the Diclonius around, could not help but hear this melody of pristine realization. Celia's many vectors were melting around the wounds, forming new arms and legs. Healing wounds that were not fatal yet.

The pressure of the experience was becoming apparent on Celia but even then her voice did not falter. She was using her powers for something more than just to kill. The Voice was wrong, it had been wrong forever. Lucy was right…Nana was right. This was what she had always wanted.

The third personality. It wasn't a separate person. It was her own soul who so desperately sought out this love and respect. Finally, after years of torture and neglect she got it. She was happy, she was so happy and the one thing she hated above all else, humans…were the ones who shown her just how happy she could be.

She had stopped singing and four vectors about 4 meters in length floated around her body. The Diclonius looked on in surprise, in wonder and in pure shock. Celia turned her attention to previous Queen of the Diclonius. She opened her mouth but instead of saying anything she burst into more tears and ran to her. How long was it, since she had been hugged so gently by a motherly figure? How long had it been since she had felt a feeling close to…

Care.

Love.

Hope.

She felt another arm around her, Nana. That girl who had taken her when she was hurt and fretting on that bench. The other Diclnoius got up, rushed to her. She raised a Vector to stop them in their tracks.

"Queen! What are you doing…"

"What are you doing?" She said instead, stopping their speech short. "She's right. Humans aren't our enemies. It's that Voice in our head…stop listening to it. It isn't your friend, all it cares about is killing these people."

"But what about all the pain they've caused us!"

"What about all the pain we caused them." Celia retorted. "Maybe some people deserve to die. All those people who tortured me for the soul reason because I was a freak. Maybe they deserve to be punished. But not everyone…I didn't think it was possible but it there is good in the world.

Lucy…Nana…thank you."

She turned to the little girl, too young to even understand the concept of what was going on. She did understand the warm hug thought that Celia gave her and she smiled. "Thank you…so much." Celia said, fighting back tears again. Everyone moved in, the Diclonius and humans together, unsure of what to do. They looked at one another unsure of what the other would do. The situation was beginning to get extremely tense as neither side moved or spoke.

Then someone came. A man about 40 years old began to walk to the Diclonius. He stopped in front of a male siplitet who looked at him with puzzlement. All eyes now were turned to this single human and single Diclonius. They looked at one another, and what lasted a second seemed to take an eternity. But it was an eternity that would be worth the wait.

"Will you…forgive us?" He brought out his hand, the palm open in front of the siplitet. The breathing stopped for a brief moment. "Forgive us for all that we have done to your kind? I'm willing to make a change if you are."

…a heart beat…

…They both had it.

…Emotions….

…They both had it.

…Love…hate…fear…desires…madness…destruction…joy.

…Diclonius had it. Humans had it. It was the physical or differences in abilities that mattered. It was their own unique self that mattered in the end, a group of beings who shared the same ancestry in the end. Humans and Diclonius were not different. They were the same just as person from one country was no different, better or worse than a person from another country.

The Diclonius brought out a vector but did not attack. He took his floating invisible hand and firmly gripped the man's hand in the grace of friendship and forgiveness.

So for the first time ever Diclonius and humans stood side by side not for revenge and murder…but as beings put together. While certainly there would be issues in the future, while there would always be problems as with any world and civilization.

Things had finally…throughout battles and torments…changed for the better.