Author's note: I have decided to take the three seperate prequels and put them on the end of Differences.
Torn Petals
Pacing the floor and thinking of every conceivable thing that could go wrong, Mr. Chiba expression was best described as someone who had just come out of a war. What if the child died in the midst of the birth? What if it had some incurable disease and died early in life? His reactions were seldom unseen by the doctors and nurses and retrospect the father's worries equaled that of the mother's labor. He had stayed in the room with his wife until the throbs of the baby had really started to kick, he had left, unable to look at his wife as he began to think of all the things that could have gone wrong. Things weren't any easier when he heard every grunt, push and cry coming from inside the room. When the moment of silence was shattered by a near ear piercing scream, he automatically feared the worst.
"Mr. Chiba, please calm down." One of the nurses said from the desk, smiling. She had seen enough fair shares of distraught fathers to understand the situation. "I'm sure your wife and the child will be alright." Her face turned serious though when she heard one of the doctor's voice in the room.
"My God!"
Mr. Chiba rushed inside despite the nurse's warnings and entered expecting to see hell inside. In his haste, he forgot the amount of blood that was usually associated with birthing and thought some form of butchery had just happened. In his state of mind he might have gone wild and attacked everyone if he hadn't seen his wife's beaming face. But even then he noticed that her face seem to have a shadow of a doubt. The birth wasn't the problem, it was she had given birth to. His heart fell as he imagined his son or daughter mutated and sickened. He looked at the bundle in his wife's lap, the sound whimpering, cooing and crying every so often. Turning slowly to the doctor in the corner of the room, he waited to hear the inevitable news.
"Mr. Chiba…your wife has given birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl." The doctor said, though despite his words, his face was stone cold serious.
"Well then what's the problem?"
"Mr. Chiba…I think it's best if you looked at her yourself. You'll understand what I'm talking about."
His daughter was healthy, a baby girl. What possibly could have gone…he stopped.
Could have gone…
He saw her, her precious face closed as the ordeal put her to sleep.
G-gone…wrong?
She looked as normal as any child could have looked. Perhaps her pink fuzz of hair was a bit off hand but other than that she looked normal. She wasn't, he knew, his wife knew it, the doctor knew it. They all knew it. She was as normal looking as any human child could have looked except for one pronounced thing. The two triangular white bumps that protruded from both sides of her head. He stepped back, shook his head in denial unable to fathom what he was looking at.
"Sir." The doctor spoke up. "Do understand what's going on?"
"Y-yes." He said with a choke. His wonderful, beautiful baby girl was a Diclonius. The horned children, majority of the girls who had pink hair, two horns and a secret ability. His wife knew nothing about them and frankly most people didn't have a clue. The only reason he knew about them was because he worked in one of the institutions as secondary scientist. The tortures he had seen were enough for him to quit the job. Quitting however wasn't as easy as it should have been. He had to literally run away, hide and change his name. He moved away from southern Japan back up north. It was there that he had met Miyu and fallen in love with her. He had never told her about his earlier occupation and truthfully he hadn't done anything wrong. He had never hurt any of them and because of the harm he had actually left. What he did was not wrong. It was the actions taken by a man who was scared but knew what was going on was wrong.
"What's wrong! Is it the things on her head? Please it's just a bone mutation." Miyu cried. Chiba Hamata shook his head. If only it was that simple.
"Mrs. Chiba. I see you don't understand the situation here. Your daughter is a Diclonius."
"A what?"
The Doctor sighed. "You truly do not know do you? Alright then, please listen both of you. Those horns on your daughters head are not bone mutations, they are genetic formation of her kind. The Diclonius. Diclonius are horned people whose appearance are based upon those two horns and in many cases the pink hair on their heads. However this is not what worries us. It is what your daughter has the potential to do."
The doctor wasn't sure how to explain this next part. The husband apparently knew what the deal was, but judging from him it didn't seem like he was in the mood to start talking. Sighing deeply, he spoke just above a whisper.
"When your daughter reaches the age of 4 years old, she will be able to use vectors. I know you are confused so let me explain. Diclonius, which is what your daughter is, is able to produce invisible hands. These hands can lift things many times their weight, pass objects like air and are capable of butchering anything that comes across their path."
"I-I don't understand…"
"How much do you love your daughter?" The Doctor asked.
"What do you mean? I love her very much! Wait…you aren't going to try and kill her!" Miyu exclaimed, holding the bundle of joy to her. The sound of his despair caused the baby to wake up and whimper.
"I do not have the heart or soul to kill this child. She has done nothing and I would sooner burn in hell then do such a thing. I will say this, your daughter can never go to the outside world. I won't keep her from you but understand that you will have to constantly watch her and love her. She can never go outside, you must home school her and most importantly give her attention."
Miyu looked at her husband, her tears apparent.
"I'll let you decide." The Doctor said, leaving the room.
They looked at the baby girl. Such an innocent looking child who looked at them with wondering, cute red eyes. How could such a thing ever butcher anything but dark clouds? Such innocence, only a child.
"Did you know about this?" Miyu asked her husband.
"That the child would be a Diclonius. No, I swear. But…" Unable to get out of this, he told her everything. From start to finish about his life. Everything he had hid from her. She listened patiently and turned her head to the child.
"We can care for her. She won't be like those other…Di-clonius. We can nurture her, love her. She'll never be like one of them. We just have to love her without a doubt in our hearts."
Hamada closed his eyes. What more to take care of this child. He couldn't leave her. He would never leave her. Never.
"Yes. We can." He said finally. The smile on his wife's face was too good to be true.
"You know…" She said. "We still need to give her a name." He smiled at the thought. He instantly began to think of all the names to give his daughter, but none of them sounded right.
"I have one." Miyu said, bringing the child up to them.
…"Celia."
"…Chiba Celia. I think it's a wonderful name." The woman said, looking the little baby girl who was now wide awake. The baby's lips moved and a small smile crept on her face. She reached up with her tiny arms and pressed them against her mother's face. It was decided then and there. Mr. Chiba gave a small knock on the door and the doctor came in. The nod of the head was enough for the doctor to understand.
"Very well then. I will put this child into your hands in the hopes that I can trust you. I don't know what I'm doing is right, but I couldn't leave such an innocent child to die just because of her heritage."
"Thank you." They both repeated.
"But…" The father blurted out. "Our other family members. We can't hide her from them."
The doctor thought about that for a moment. "Keep her here, just until her hair grows and can cover her horns. I must express also my point there. Nobody can ever see her horns. While I doubt there are few who know about Diclonius, if one does know and sees her…" He let his sentence slide off. The point was made clear enough. "You can visit her at anytime, I will make a special case for her at the ward."
"Oh thank you!" they both exclaimed.
"Your welcome. Now Mrs. Chiba, I suggest you rest now." The doctor said.
They looked at her closely. They loved their daughter more than anything in the entire world. Her pink hair, her cherubic face, such a sweet an innocent little girl. She would be loved and cared for. They promised themselves that this little child would get the attention and support she so desperately needed. This was a promise they planned to keep. It was also a dead promise. A promise that would not last as much as they held on to it. The day would come…the day that man destroyed everything that they would hold dear to them.
But for now…in these moments of life.
Chiba Celia would get the best love and care from the best people in the world. Her own loving mother and father. It was hard for them to accept this, but they understood. She was a baby girl, in need of attention, in need of loving support. That's all that mattered to them.
The doctor went into his office and closed the door. He went to his desk, and just sat there. Had he made the right choice? He had, perhaps there would be a day when his actions now would come to bite him. For now though he was happy, no proud of his actions. He could have killed this child but instead allowed her to live. He was a good man, a doctor. He was not a murderer. He would never, ever be a murderer. Sooner to jump into the burning flames of oblivion, than deny this sweet child life.
The birth of Chiba Celia. The young child, oblivious to her future slept soundly in her mother's lap. Her caring father watching her.
The Second Queen.
"Higher daddy! Higher!"
At first Mr. Chiba had been very unsure of letting his daughter take those first steps outside. Frankly she looked about as much of a Diclonius as he did, which was hardly at all. Her hair had grown out over her shoulders effectively hiding the triangular bumps on her head. They had dyed her hair the deep shade of dirty blonde like her mother so that she was effectively invisible to any Diclonius-prying eyes. Still his worries did not vanish even then. He had built a large gate around the backyard, making viewing the interior on the outside a little bit less than impossible. Yet, as his 5 year old daughter cried happily on the swing, he was content. Content? He was joyful beyond all measures. His beautiful daughter giggling happily as he pushed her.
"Higher daddy!" She squealed with delight, kicking her legs. "Now now darling, we can't go too high." He said, smiling. She gave him a childish pouting look. "Higher!"
He laughed, which was apparently enough to make the young girl laugh too. "Higher!" She cried again. With a slight push, he pushed the swing a total of perhaps 4 inches higher than usual but it was enough for Celia who laughed and cheerily. When her mother came out to see them, she pipped. "Down daddy! Mommy!"
After getting off the swing, she ran to her mother who was holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies. She nibbled on one, covering her mouth with darkness and crumbs. "Yummy!" she yelled. She gave her mother a hug and turned. "Daddy! Swing!"
The man sighed with humor as he just sat down. He got back up, took his daughter to the swing and began to push her. He loved it.
They had to wait about three years to get their daughter from the hospital. Still they visited her every day, staying with her for hours and hours. When they finally got her home, it was a dream come true. A major problem they thought they might have had was family members. She had been 4 years old when her aunt and uncle came and thank goodness they had dyed her hair by then. Mr. Chiba doubted either of them knew about Diclonius, but wasn't about to take any chances. He didn't have to worry, they recognized nothing out of the ordinary although they worried often if someone would rub their hand through her hair. That day had yet to come and the best choice they had in that department was "bone mutation."
It was about 4:30 in the morning and Celia found herself yawning awake. She got out of her small bed and went into the kitchen to get herself some milk. That might've been easy for an adult, but Celia found herself at disadvantage. The cupboard which held the glasses were far too high up for her to reach. Likewise the milk in the fridge was placed on the top shelf. Beaming appreciatively to herself she sent out a thin grayish arm to the cupboard, opened and got herself a glass. She did the same thing with the milk. She never understood these weird arms, but she liked them. She had recently gotten a handle of them and couldn't wait to show her parents.
After taking in her fill, she yawned again, walked back to bed and fell asleep.
In the morning she woke up to her parents getting into a polite argument over who had left the milk out last night. "Milk?" She said suddenly remembering last night. "That was me, I was thirsty."
They looked at her. "What are you talking about sweetie, you couldn't have gotten it." Her mother said, smiling. "Yes I did!" Celia pouted. "Like this!" With that her parents watched as the cupboard flew open and watched as a glass floated down to them. Miyu fainted on the spot as her husband rushed to her daughter screaming. "No Celia!"
Thinking she had something wrong, she welled up and burst into tears. "I-I didn't mean to daddy! I'm sorry!" He shook his head, took his daughter and took her to the living room. Of course the day would come when this would happen. His daughter continued to cry until he put a soothing hand on her head. She stopped but continue to sniffle.
"I'm sorry daddy!"
"It's ok Celia." He said, his words soothing her. She clung to him. "How long have you been able to do that?" "Umm…I'm not in trouble right." She asked.
"No Celia, it's alright. I'm not angry with you. You aren't in trouble."
She sniffed. "Yesterday." She said shyly.
"Ok listen Celia. You're very special." He gave her a slight tickle which caused her to lose a lot of her sadness as she laughed bubbly. "But I must ask you not to use those hands…at least not around other people besides us."
"Why daddy?"
"Because…" He stopped, thinking. "Well…some people might think its weird. You don't want anyone thinking your weird…" He said. "Or a murderer…" He though unhappily inside of his head. "Please Celia you have to promise me you'll never use those arms when other people are around except if its us. Promise me that?"
"Ok daddy."
Miyu despite the shock got over it and actually seemed to enjoy Celia's little special technique. It made getting the dishes on the top shelf much easier and the multiple…well…whatever they were, She and her husband of course couldn't see them allowed her and her daughter to work many things. Even Hamata was feeling good around her, and considering his knowledge on the subject even he was surprised. A loving home, perhaps that's what they all needed.
At the age of 5, they began to home school Celia. It was also then that she began to ask why she couldn't go outside. "Honey you do get to go outside." Her father told her. "Not the backyard, I mean OUT-side." Another one of those questions that he wished he didn't have to answer. "Honey, I need to tell you this now listen carefully. You are very special and precious to us. But some people out there are very mean."
"How mean?"
"…very." Mr. Chiba said. "Monstrous." He thought to himself. "But daddy!" Celia whined. "I really want to out there. Please!" Oh how he crumbled. Her cherubic face was too much and finally he agreed. He would stay with her the entire time she was out there. "Yay!" She yelled. She bounded to the door waiting there, beaming at her father. She was so happy.
She said hello to every person she saw on her way. She ran across the street much to her father's horror who ran after her before a car's front end got to her first. She played in the grass on the outside of the house and even made a friend with one of the neighboring children. Mr. Chiba was watching a Diclonius befriend a human child. They had been wrong, Diclonius could be good. Waving goodbye to her new friend, she and her father went back to the house.
Monster? If he hadn't seen the horrors first hand he would never have believed that Diclonius were capable of doing such things as murder. His daughter would never bee like that. It was the next week, when the doorbell rang.
Celia ran to the door and waited there. She had gotten so used to seeing people now that she couldn't wait to see who it was. Was it her aunt and uncle? Was it her new friend? It was neither it was some man dressed in a clean white business suit. He looked down at her and it was there that Celia had the first true glimpse of what fear was like. She had seen sour looking people but this man…he looked awful.
He starred at her through his hazelnut colored eyes. No. He glared at her reproachfully. "Is your mother or father home?" His voice was just as awful. A low sound. It scared her.
"Daddy!" She called out. Hamata came out but didn't recognize the man either. Nonetheless he greeted him as he would any other man. "Excuse me sir, may I help you?" He asked respectfully.
"Yes, I'd like to talk to you inside on something very important. I've spoken to everyone in this neighborhood."
"Are you sure sir?"
"I am positive."
Seeing no problem at hand, he invited the man inside. They sat down in the chair where he leaned against it, crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap. Celia never took her eyes off the man as she ran to her father's lap. "Cute daughter you have there." He said, not smiling. The so called "polite comment" wasn't enough for Celia who clung even more tightly to her father. "Celia what's wrong?" Her father asked.
"I don't like him." She said, glaring at the man. She shuddered as his eyes narrowed. He thought he had seen something in the shade of dirty blonde but dismissed it.
"I'm sorry sir she doesn't usually get like this. Now what did you want to talk about?"
"Well sir I'm merely here for you to fill out some paper work involving you job and other attributes. You see I'm here on the behalf of the Japanese Survey Company. I'm merely asking if you could fill out a few things and answer a few questions."
Seeing no problem in this, Mr. Chiba agreed. The man in the white suit asked him basic questions. How long had he lived in this town, when was his daughter born, what job he worked at. Simple questions easy enough to answer. After the interview, he got up. "I thank you for your patience." The man in the white suit said.
"No problem sir. Chiba Hamata." Celia's father proclaimed brining out a hand to shake the other man's hand.
He looked at him for a moment, brought out his hand and gave it a firm shake as well.
"…Kakuzawa Torino."
Mr. Chiba paused. He stood there, his hand shaking from something that wasn't from being respectful. "Kakuzawa?" He asked. The man narrowed his eyes. "What do you know that surname?" He asked.
"Umm…no sir. It sounded familiar to another name. I'm sorry."
At that moment Torino looked back at the little girl. He searched around her dirty blonde hair and for a moment he thought he saw two things. A very thin strand of pink and something white. He looked closely but she turned her head, affectively blocking what he was searching for. "I'll be leaving then." Torino said, leaving out the front door. Celia was so glad when the door finally closed. Feeling safe now, she ran to her room to play with her toys.
Stepping outside, Torino opened up his Cell phone and called a number. "4619 Sakura St." He said to whoever was answering. "Watch that house for anything." He hung up, and went on his way.
Today was an incredible day for Celia as she sat in the chair at the table. She waited, gleefully for what she could only imagine. When it came her childish mind went into overdrive. A massive cake (by her reckoning) glazed with chocolate frosting and inserted in the middle, 6 candles. 6 glowing candles. She had grown up much since the man in the white suit had come and thankfully she had never seen him since. "Make a wish." Her mother told her soothingly. She thought for a moment, wondering exactly what she wanted to wish for. It came to her like inspiration.
"I want a new stuffed animal!" She yelled with delight. "But Celia darling, if you say your wish out loud it won't come true." Her mother jokingly said. The young child clasped her hands to her mouth in horror. "Can I make another one mommy?" she said innocently, almost on the verge of tears that perhaps she wouldn't be able to get a wish. When her mother nodded, hope filled her sweet little heart. She kept her mouth covered and thought really hard.
"I want to be with mommy and daddy forever! I want to have such a good life!" She thought, took in a deep breath and blew.
After gorging on cake, it was time for the presents. She shook with joy as any child would and found herself with a new book, a new tricycle, a whole bag of candy and best of all…a small stuffed panda with beady eyes. Both wishes had come true. She never felt happier than this one time. Together with her parents and toys, it was the best birthday she had ever had. Then to make things even better, they agreed to take her out to a restaurant to eat. She looked like a normal child and acted like one. She hadn't used her vectors at all (Although she did sneak in an arm ever so often at night.)
It was a 5 star Japanese restaurant which served both Eastern and Western cuisines. It was the first Celia ever had a hamburger. She ate all her food, and went on her way to say hi to every passerby that she saw. Everyone thought she was adorable, a cute dirty blonde haired girl with those precious red eyes. Her parents shook their heads, trying to tell her how rude it was to interrupt people when they were eating. Still they were happy, especially Mr. Chiba.
Then Celia turned her attention to a newcomer who himself seated alone at the opposite table next to them. Where her heart had been bouncing with joy, suddenly she felt cold. She stopped standing up, and slid back down, literally hiding behind her mother. She just looked at the man with terror gripping her. It had been a year since she had seen that man, that man in the white suit.
Kakuzawa Torino ordered himself some coffee and slowly sipped it. He took out his phone and dialed. It was impossible to tell what he was saying as he spook too softly for Celia and anyone else to hear. He hung up, and then his head turned to her direction. She whimpered and hid as much as she could, but to her dismay she could now hear his dark voice. "Why if it isn't Mr. and Mrs. Chiba." He said.
Hamata turned and even he grew somewhat cold. "Yes…umm, I remember you. Mr…?"
"Kakuzawa." Torino replied. "Kakuzawa Torino."
Hamata paused, then nervously swallowed. After a moment he regained his composure. "Well…umm, it's nice see your doing so well." He said, his legs shaking nervously.
"And how's the little girl doing." Torino asked. He was given a long stare by the little girl. "Cute little thing, adorable." He said, peering closely at her. The light from the lamps were obscuring his view, but he felt certain he could see the shade of pink somewhere within those dirty blond locks.
"Mrs. Chiba, I'd like to speak with your husband outside for a moment." Torino said.
"Sir. I'm sorry but I can't…" Hamata began.
"Now." Torino said sternly. His voice was oppressive and it forced Hamata to submit. He told his wife he would be back soon and went with the man in the white suit to the back area of the building.
"So what part do you play in all of this Mr. Chiba." Torino said, leaning against the back wall. He pocked his hands and looked coldly at Mr. Chiba.
"What are you talking about?" Hamata asked.
"Don't bullshit me. The moment I tell you my surname you nearly freak out. There are only two types of people who know the name Kakuzawa. They are the people who work in the Diclonius Institutions and the people who died working in the Diclonius Institutions. You fit neither requirements which must means that you were an ex-employee."
"I…well I…"
"Your stammering completes your guilt. Now I have another question to ask you. Is that your daughter's natural hair color?"
"What?" Hamata said. "O-of course it is! Why wouldn't it be! It's the same as her mother's hair."
"Oh really? I must have been seeing things when I saw the pink strand of hair. Enough of this useless shenanigans Mr. Chiba, I know your daughter is a Diclonius."
Mr. Chiba fsaid nothing.
"A Diclonius out in the open is too dangerous to go unnoticed. I will be taking her back to the institution."
"Hell no!" Hamata's own voice scared him, but it was then that he realized what exactly was going on. He would not sent his daughter to be tortured like so many others. He stood defiantly.
"This is not a choice…you will do it." Torino said. "Now, bring her out here."
Mr. Chiba looked around, and then ran. He grabbed his wife and daughter, ignored the calls from the manager to pay and just ran. Confused of course they were that he was doing this. They drove to the house and he rushed them inside.
"Please, what's going on." Mrs. Chiba asked, Celia likewise looking confused. "I can't explain…please get the money and we need to get out right now." He yelled and his soul fell has heard a loud knock on the door.
"Open up Mr. Chiba! Right now!"
"Run Celia! Run into your room and don't open the door!" He yelled. "But daddy…" She whispered, not knowing what was going on. "DO IT NOW!" He roared, his voice scaring her. Obeying she ran to her room and locked the door.
She shut the door the moment she heard a loud crash outside. She heard voices, footsteps. She could hear her father yelling at them.
"What are you doing! Stay away from us!"
"Where is she! Where is the Diclonius!" She heard an unfamiliar voice yell.
"Get the fuck away from my family!"
She cringed. Daddy never used words like that. She looked around and saw the stuffed panda and grabbed it. She stood near the door, listening. More commotion outside. She thought she heard something break. Some glass? Was someone throwing stuff around?
"You, check that room!" "No!" "Move it old man!" Celia began to cry, the tears streaming down her face. She choked, she had to be quiet. She hugged her animal as tightly as she could. She was scared…so scared.
"I suggest you move aside Mr. and Mrs. Chiba." She froze. That voice, the voice of the man in the white suit. He was in her house! He was with her mother and father! She shook with fear, begging that they would go away. "Go away!" she thought. "Go away!" she started to breath heavily, she couldn't help it. She was frightened.
"I should've checked this place the moment I came here and saw her. I had some of my men patrol the place and look for anything particular but even they sucked at that. I thought perhaps we would miss her…not where is she!"
"No! Get away!"
"This is your last warning Mr. Chiba. Where is the girl?"
"Damn you!"
*BANG*
She barely stifled her cry which was well enough because her mother, Miyu had suddenly shrieked. What had happened? What had been that loud bang? She slid against the door, wrapping her arms around her legs. She had to be quiet but her father. "Daddy…" She whined silently to herself. Now she heard her mother screaming at awful man.
"No! You monster! My husband…Hamata! Hamata!"
"I suggest you cooperate Miss Chiba." The Man In The White Suit said, putting emphasis on the world "Miss."
"Never!" She yelled.
*BANG*
Celia nearly felt her heart stop, she turned around, reached up for the door knob and thought her actions over. She looked around, she had to die. The closet, taking her stuffed animal and hiding there. She closed the door and closed her eyes. "Go away." She thought. "Go away…please…go away. Mommy. Daddy. Please…Mommy." She sniffed. She could hear them, walking around the house. She went quiet. The could hear them…close. Very close. "Have you found her yet?" "No sir." "Keep looking then and watch the windows, I don't want her sneaking out."
*CRASH!*
Her fear took on a whole new level. They were inside the room now, The Man In The White Suit was in her room. "Go away." She thought desperately…
"Go…"
And the door opened. She screamed suddenly as she looked into hazelnut eyes of Kakuzawa Torino, pointing a black pistol at her forehead. "Found you at last, Diclonius." He said smoothly. "W-what?" Celia stuttered. "D-Di…clinus?" She said, unable to pronounce the word correctly. "Where's my daddy? Where mommy?" She asked. He looked at her. "You will be coming with me, understand?" She shook her head. "I want my mommy and daddy." Celia cried, still holding that dear stuffed animal as it was the last thing she had to remember them by now. He stepped back. "Get her!" He roared, making a signal with his hand.
"GET AWAY!" She screamed, her body exploding outwards with some chaotic energy. The men backed away. "Vectors…of course." Torino said. "Please! I want my mommy and daddy!" She begged. "Incapacitate her! Now!" She heard the man roar and suddenly felt a jolt around her body. She barely opened her mouth to cry out before she slumped to the ground
Eyes flickering, she felt herself being dragged out of the closet. She couldn't move, she could barely keep her eyes open. That's when she saw them. Her mother and father on the ground with blood dripping from holes in their heads. Starring lifelessly…starring lifelessly at her. She shuddered and held on to that stuffed animal. She was forcibly thrown into a large black truck and the suffering she felt was too much. She fainted.
It was cold. It was cold and dark. She realized then and there that she was naked and that she could hear voices. She got up, the ground was hard, like metal. She gasped, and felt around and breathed in relief as she found her stuffed panda. She got up, looking for a door and shouted when instead she hit iron bars.
"Hello?" She called there. No answer. "Hello?" She called again later. Still no answer. Then the lights came on. A blinding flash of white as she covered her face. She saw figures there, unknown figures in masks. But of course there was one who stood out beyond all the rest. Unmasked, neat brown haired combed and cropped.
"Greetings there…Celia." Kakuzawa Torino said.
"Where am I?" She asked timidly.
"This is one of 26 Diclonius facilities across Japan. This is Institution A. I suggest you learn to behave yourself and you need not worry about being hurt too much."
"Hurt?"
Torino didn't bother speaking to her. He turned and called the others away. Celia collapsed onto the ground and continued to cry. "Mommy!" "Daddy!" She curled into a ball, still clutching that same animal. After a moment, she fell asleep.
"Wake up!" The loud banging on the bars hurt her ears. "I said get up you little monster!" The voice was so unpleasant. Her eyes flutter open to see a hulking man behind the bars. "Food." He said, pushing in a bowl and wooden spoon. She looked at it. It was brown. She hesitantly took a finger and put it in the broth. It was cold.
"That's the only thing you'll be getting to eat until Seven o Clock." The man said gruffly before turning away. She went to the corner of the room.
It was on the second week, that she realized the hell she was in.
They took her out of the cell and placed her in a large white room with an even larger machine pointed at her. She didn't understand nor did she understand the mass rushing at her face. She cried out in pain as the iron ball crashed into her face. She spluttered and choked. The machine began to whir again. On instinct she brought out a vector and managed to deflect the second one. A third one came and she went to deflect it as well, but found her hand to weak to stop this one and it crashed into her stomach. It hurt…it hurt so much.
In her cell, her dark, dank and desolate prison. Another bowl was pushed into her room. She looked at it. Crawled over to it, and like a dog took the spoon and start slurping up the disgusting broth. She grabbed her stuffed animal and brought it over to her. She was so hungry, she was so miserable. She ate it all and wished for more. They wouldn't bring any though. She knew it. Her eyes were dried, miserable. She heard someone come into the room and shuddered when she heard his voice.
"How are you doing Celia?" Torino asked. She didn't answer. "You've been of an interesting case for the past few weeks. We weren't sure if what we were seeing was true, but we can't deny it. Ovaries, sexual organs. You are capable of producing child."
She had no idea what the man was talking about. She was too young to comprehend. He said nothing else, but merely pushed in another bowl of soup her way. She noticed this one was warm and actually smelled good. "We need to keep you healthy then." He said, before turning away.
Against her own rejections, she ate the soup.
Then one month later it happened. She was in her cell, hugging her stuffed animal when he came. A man in a black suit, his face hidden. He reached inside her cell and for a moment she thought he was going to give her more soup. She was always hungry. Instead he reached in and took the stuffed panda from her hands. She reached out…reaching for it. Watching as it vanished into nothingness.
Then she cried, her heart broken as she had lost everything. Her mother, her father, her friends, her toys. She had lost every single thing she once held dear.
It was in that moment of perfect despair…that she heard The Voice.
"Celia."
The young girl, startled looked around for whoever had said her name. She saw only the black iron bars of her cell and the other sleeping Diclonius.
"Celia…" The voice said again. It sounded close. Very close, as if it were right in the room itself…as if it was right next to her. "Wh-who are you?" She asked timidly. "I'm a friend, your only friend. I understand you've been having some trouble lately."
"Y-yes…my mommy and daddy." She choked on her own words.
"Ah yes…that's right. Your precious mommy and daddy. Do you know what happened to them? Do you remember?"
She did. She could see it clear as day. Their bodies on the ground, blood dripping from their heads. She shuddered at the thought. "That's right little Celia…they died. They were killed. Do you miss them…well you can't see them…they're gone." She started to shake, was this part of her torture as well, to be told this? "But I can help you." The voice was dark, sinister, but the word "help" hit her harder than the voice's personality.
"H-help me?"
"That's right little Celia." The Voice said softly. "I know how you feel, hurting, in pain every day. They did this to you, they killed and destroyed everything you once held dear. The humans.
Kill them."
"huh?"
"Bring out your vectors. Bring out your hands." She did as she was told. "Look at them, these are your power, a great power. These can do more than just open a cabinet and get a bottle. They can…wrap around a human's head. You know what I mean…cute…little Celia."
He…hehehehehe…"
"I…I don't want to be hurt anymore." She said hesitantly. "Of course not! Who would want this shit!"
She cringed at the harshness of The Voice's words. "YOU WILL NEVER BE LOVED AGAIN!"
She cringed even more at the loudness of The Voice. "NEVER! THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM YOU!"
"…But that can change. I am here for you. Kill the humans. Kill every last one of them."
She saw the iron ball rushing at her face and felt the cold hard ball bash into her skull. She saw blood spew in front of her face. They had been at this for over 20 minutes. Last night must have been just a nightmare. A terrible nightmare where even her hope came to mock her. She tried to deflect another ball, but felt it crash into her leg. It hurt so much.
"Then do something about it."
"huh…but" She began, before falling silent as The Voice began talking again.
"Don't talk, just think. It hurts doesn't it. Throwing shit at you day in and day out. I think it's pretty damn annoying myself." Another iron ball crashed into her gut. "How long will you take this? Kill them! Kill every last one of them!"
The handles holding her hands released and she fell to the ground with a soft thump. She laid there, unmoving. "Kill them. Kill every last one of them. Do it! DO IT NOW!" She saw one of the guards coming, and she snapped. She sent in a vector, grabbing the unprepared soldier by the arm. She sent another vector out, grabbing his other arm. She glared at him, and then pulled. He screamed feebly as his arms were ripped right out of their sockets. He collapsed to his knees having lost his balance, and looked in shock at his bleeding stumps.
Furious. She was furious. She grabbed his legs and ripped them violently off. She threw his appendages away. In a desperate act, the man tried to roll away but was instead grabbed by the head and brought to Celia. She looked at him with ice cold fury and slowly turned his head.
"Ah…Ahhhh…" She could hear him whining, crying…begging. She twisted it completely around until it cracked and came off with a sickening plop. Now she understood what she was. Now she perfectly understood her place in this hellish world. She was a Diclonius and the humans had to die. She saw more guards coming and in the background, the man she hated most of all. The Man In The White Suit.
"Incapacitate her! Now!" Torino roared. Celia fell to the ground shaking uncontrollably as she felt the shock run down her spine. She tried to release her vectors, but the pain prevented her from doing so. Out of the corner of her eyes, she looked up to see Kakuzawa Torino looking down at her.
"Well then, you finally decided to show your true colors. I admit, I thought perhaps you were to into your own innocents to realize your true nature. I was wrong though, you are what you are. You have become quite a dangerous specimen Celia."
Due to her actions she was removed from her prison cell and put into a more secure location in the institute. The only opening was a doorway which could only opened with a certain key that had to be inserted both inside and outside the room. Otherwise a very painful shock would be delivered to whoever went into the room without authorization. But she now knew…just how spiteful this world was.
Now she knew…how much she wanted to kill every human she saw.
"That's right little Celia. I was right."
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Who am I? Good point, let's think about that for a moment. Hahahahaha! Take a wild guess…dear…sweet…little Celia. Who am I? I don't think I need to answer that question really. I think you know exactly who I am. Besides that's not what is important. What is important that you finally realize just how hopeless these humans are."
"I hate them."
"As well you should. You are better than them, we the Diclonius are better than all of them. They need to die…every last human needs to die. They have done us wrong for so many years…they need to pay! We can make them pay! Every single human must be killed.
…Killed."
4 years later…
The 10 year old girl proved to be more of a handful as the time passed. She killed more and more, and most of them she ended as violently as she could. They had to shock her constantly to get her to obey orders, to make her cooperate with them. Every day she thought of a way to escape this hell hole. This forsake place forever and destroy all of humanity.
"Kill them!"
"I know!" She said, getting annoyed with The Voice. For too many years she had taken this cruelty, how she wished to end it. She hung there on the chains, yes those assholes had made sure she didn't go anywhere, her head limp. Her eyes starring coldly at the ground. They flickered upwards as the door opened up. She heard a swish of some sort of coat and the whooshing of the doors closing. She looked up to see a man with long brown hair which ran down his neck wearing a grey coat.
She glared at him, he was lucky he was standing just outside the range of her vectors. He was staring at her, his eyes unmoving. After a moment he turned and began to walk away.
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you for everything you did to me." She growled. "I will make you all pay, for everything you did. What did I do to deserve this? This is all your fault! I will kill you all!"
The man in the grey coat said nothing, he merely looked at her for a second of two, then turned away and left the room.
"Hey you!"
Celia turned her head expecting to see one of those damn doctors again. She had seen at least 4 of them already and had to be injected with a nerve inducing pain pill to keep her form using her vectors while they "studied" her. It was bad enough that was naked during the procedure as well. However the voice came not from the front door, but from the glass separating the prison cells. There was a Diclonius, around the age 14 years of age. Celia got up and went over to her.
"What do you want?" Her voice was cold as ever, but had lessened up considerably now that she was talking to a Diclonius. To be truthful, it was the first time she had ever talked to one of her kind. She didn't count The Voice.
"My name's Zenna, what's your name?"
"Celia." the 10 year old replied.
"I really hate it here. I see what you've been doing. I've killed a few myself but they always shock me. It really hurts."
Celia nodded her head.
"You know, you seem different than the others." Zenna said. "Others?" Celia asked with honest questioning. "Yes, like…you feel different when I sense you. You seem different than the other siplitets."
"Siplitets?"
"Well…yes. That's what we are." She said, looking at Celia for a good moment. "You do know that right."
"What's the difference between us and…other Diclonius?"
"Well…" Zenna begin, thinking for the best words to use. "It's our bodies. We can't…have children. I heard one of those bastards talking about it when they were operating on me. We don't have the…organs to reproduce. Which is why we have to spread our self with our vectors to other humans."
"What kind of organs?"
"I don't know…I heard something about…eggs and ovaries."
Celia nearly stopped breathing. Memories from years ago began to resurface. She had heard these terms used for her before. She wanted to ask more about it, but the other girl was forced to come with some of the guards. She went back against the corner wall and slid against it, dropping into a sitting position and thinking about what she had heard. If she was not a siplitet, what was she?
"Something on your mind?"
"You should know." She retorted.
"Don't back talk me. I don't know everything even for you. All I know is that you are confused on what that girl said, I'm not a mind reader…hehehehe."
"Well…what am I then? They said I had ovaries and all that stuff long ago. What does it mean?
"I believe it means you're eligible to getting fucked. However don't take my word on that. I'm merely expressing my own thoughts from yours."
Celia woke and was not too happy about it. The alarms in the entire facility were going off. "Get up! Now!" She heard a demanding voice said, she sent out her vectors reflexively but got nothing a but sharp jab down her spine. She was effectively forced outside along with the other Diclonius. They were forced to walk into a long hallway and stand against the wall as they were head counted. All were accounted for.
"What's going on?" Celia asked the Diclonius to her right. "Have you heard…?" She answered back softly. "They say that a Diclonius escaped from one of the other institutes." "What's so important about this one?" Celia asked. It was true, while it was rare, some siplitets did manage to break free. There actions always made her think that she too could escape but the facility had never done this before during one of these supposed escapes.
"Have you heard though? She's the queen!"
"The Queen?"
"Yes! They say her name is Lucy and that she's the Queen of the Diclonius. She's the only one of us who can reproduce."
Celia stopped. Was she a…Queen? She could reproduce. She had all the requirements. Did that also make her a Queen? She suddenly began to feel important. Very important. "Umm, can I tell you something." She asked the other Diclonius. "Anything from another one of our kind." She beamed, giving a good long hateful look at a passing guard. Every so often they were jolted with electricity to keep them under control.
"Well…Lucy's the Queen because she can reproduce right?"
"Yes."
"Well…they say that I can reproduce also."
"WHAT!"
The outburst from both Diclonius on either side of Celia gave the whole line a surge of electricity. "Quiet!" The demanding voices said.
"You can…give birth?" The other one said softly but in pure surprise. There seemed to a silence across the entire line. "Well yes…that's what they told me." Celia said.
There was a series of conversations that became too loud and they were again given a brief shock.
"You…now it makes sense! Wow, I didn't think there could be two queens. You really are special!"
She was not just a Diclonius? She was a Queen.
Celia was regarded by all the Diclonius in the facility as "The Queen." It was something she took pride in, it made her feel important. She admired herself, not a sense of contemplating her own self, but her own feelings that she finally had some worth. The faculty was having a harder time with her and her disobedient attitude sparked retaliation among the other Diclonius. In the past week, three guards had been brutally killed and she had laughed at each one. Although she killed with delight whenever some inexperience worker got careless, the facilities defenses had only barely dwindled. The other Diclonius listened to the news that the works passed around each other.
They gathered from the information that they heard that Kakuzawa Torino's father had sent in the SAT to find Lucy. They were glad to hear that she had butchered them all but felt it awkward that she did not kill their leader. They dismissed this notion however, she had proven her powers against those low life humans. Celia smiled too as she heard this news, as a Queen herself she regarded Lucy as close teacher for her to learn from. She wouldn't mind meeting this Lucy in person, she was the pride of the Diclonius after all.
The next bit of news concerned that of the Diclonius named 7 who had also been sent to retrieve Lucy. If there was one thing the Diclonius hated more than humans, it was a Diclonius who sided with the humans. 7 was a traitor, the biggest traitor that they knew. In fact she was surpassed by only one person.
This time the Diclonius actually got to see what happened. It all started when a foolish soldier decided to enter into a chamber without taking precautions. His head had fallen from his shoulders casually as did a cell phone with video capturing quality. It was there that they learned about the betrayal of 35. She was regarded as perhaps the most dangerous Diclonius and in fact was probably the second most well-known Diclonius next to Lucy herself. They were shocked and outraged as they saw her helping 7 fight Lucy…helping a spectacled man. The video ended as Lucy ripped off Mariko's legs.
Then the day came when something truly horrendous happened. They got wind that Bando, the name of SAT soldier who had survived Lucy's onslaught had fought The Queen. He had died, or so they believed but from what they understood had managed to hurt their Queen. A human…hurting their queen? Most of them denied it though.
Despite this rather disturbing news it was good to hear the Queen was proving her worth. One day they felt her energy explode, as if she was standing right in the middle of the room they were in. An eruption of pure Diclonius energy. Woe betide the one she attacked now.
Then she vanished, her energy gone. It never again resurfaced. Celia realized at that point that she was the last one left, the last Queen. She had to escape. After another month it nearly happened. Retaliation turned into rebellion.
A group of Diclonius had killed their holders and had started an escape. They promised their queen that once they found the main key holder they would return for her and set her free. To make sure that the other Diclonius didn't get out of line, they were guarded by the other soldiers on red alert. She smiled at them through her crimson eyes, hearing in the background the screams death. Her smiles faded however when she heard that the Diclonius had been killed.
The rebellion had failed. Had it been close? Celia didn't know, nobody bothered her with the details. The only thing it did do was put the facility into such a position that they were constantly monitored day and night and every 12 hours they were given an electrical shock to keep them under control. Sleep now was something that was earned not willed. The experiments became more painful and much longer and for Celia, every procedure was monitored by Torino.
"Increase the velocity." He said. The iron ball rushed into Celia's gut. She raised her head, bringing out her vectors. "Increase the velocity." He repeated. The rushing speed and blood splattered against the ground. She ground her teeth and took the pain. "Increase…"
"Sir…?"
"You heard me, increase it." Again and again, Celia was bombarded by the iron balls until she actually started to deflect them also, but barely. He raised his hand for the workers to stop the machine and made his way over to the captive Diclonius. He stopped short of her 4 meter range. "Understand this Celia, the only reason you've lasted this long is because of your importance to us as a reproducing Queen. Now…put these on."
He threw something at her, and she realized it was clothes. "Put them on, I'm sick of looking at you like that"
She obliged though halfheartedly. It was more or less the fact that it had been years since she had worn anything except blood, it actually felt good to feel silk against her. However this didn't change anything between her and Kakuzawa.
"You're a monster…" She growled.
"And you're a bitch…tell me something I don't know." He retorted, causing her to rage and throw her vectors around. "Be quiet…" He said softly. She continued to scream at him, he held up a remote and pressed a button. The current shut her up then. Gasping she raised her head, sweating profusely and her hateful glare never leaving her face. "Now…get up."
She didn't…instead she curled into a ball from the pain of the electricity that once again ran through her. "Get up!" She refused again. Another shock ran through her body. "I said…"
"Shut the hell up!" She cried. Her vectors so close to him, so close to ripping him into pieces. She screamed and moaned as the shock ran through her body. She reflexively threw up and rolled onto her back. She was now unable to use her vectors. "Get up…or I'll make sure the next ball they send at you cracks your skull wide open."
At last, she struggled and got up. She shuddered and collapsed to her knee from the pain that racked her entire body. She spat, trying to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. Torino stepped to the side, and snapped his fingers. The ball struck her face head on, breaking her nose and sending blood across her new dress. She fell to the ground, clutching her face and screaming.
"Be quiet."
She shook with renowned fury, but her voice was quiet. "Get up…" She hated him, she hated him so fucking much. But she rose unsteadily. "I hate you…I'll kill you." She hissed angrily. "I swear I'll fucking rip your head off."
He looked at her, and slowly lifted his hand and brought his finger forward. She reached out for it, it came so close. So very close. It stopped centimeters before she could grab it and rip his arm off. He brought it back.
"Come Jericho." He said to his stoic guard who merely nodded and turned away and walked out of the doors with Torino.
"What do we do?" The voice was low, uncertain. She was 17 years old now and now even The Voice wasn't sure what the future would hold. She had been beaten, "Kill the humans!"
"I know!" She growled, getting annoyed with The Voice.
"I'll…"
She what? They had the place entirely guarded from top to bottom. She was constantly guarded, the only way out her cell was to have the key. The only who had the key was the key holder. She had to get the key from the key holder, that was the only way. She had an idea. It was actually a very simple idea, an idea useful to manipulate the human mind.
It was never stated, there had never been a known "ugly" Diclonius. Most were innocent looking, sweet and as children even cherubic. Their true natures hidden behind a veil. Celia body had taken had matured greatly between her age of 15 and 17. Although it was never stated, Diclonius females weren't exactly ugly to begin with.
At the age of 17, Celia's body was well developed and feminine.
"That's quite a…plan you have there."
She didn't smile, she resented having to do this, but if it got her out of here. So be it, it was her last chance for freedom. Truthfully the idea had never occurred to her until recently. Technically it probably wouldn't have mattered until the new key holder had been entered. The old one had been…well…old. An 80 year old woman (the gender would have helped in Celia's case either) To think she had to wait this long to do such a degrading yet simple task.
The main key holder was a new and incredibly young man of about 23 years of age. He was just making one of his daily routines that day when he heard her speak to him. "Hey you…" She said softly, trying to sound as pleasant as she could. It was hard she thought of exactly what she was about to do. "What do you want." He said gruffly.
"Well you know…I'm so…lonely in here." She began to stretch, cursing herself for having to go this far. She kept thinking to herself. "It's for my freedom…I'll get out…" Somehow she felt she'd rather be naked out in the public street with everyone (Torino included) pointing at her. At least that indignity would have been against her volition, what she was doing now was all her.
"Why don't you join me…"
He didn't blink. "I don't think so…"
"Damn." She cursed to herself mentally. Plan B then. She reached around her dress and lifted slightly. Now his eyes were locked on, and she could see sweat building up against his face. "You go to great measures don't you?" The Voice said snickering, seeing less of freedom and more of bloodshed when the man came over. He came to her door and entered it, but didn't come any closer.
"I'm so lonely…" She said again, as softly as she could. "Dammit get over here and let me kill you!" She through savagely. He looked at her. She raised her dress up even more.
"Ummm, I don't…"
"It's ok, I won't hurt you…" She said, thinking of all the brutal ways she could kill the man. Swallowing her pride, she completely removed her dress so that only her panties remained and got into a compromising position. If she had to resort to plan C than fuck escaping, it wouldn't be worth it. It wasn't the fact that she was half naked since she had spent nearly 8 years completely unclothed. It was the actions she had to take to get this far. Humans were such filthy animals.
He continued to stare at her, and for a moment, he seemed like he was going to turn away.
"Well…if you're really lonely…"
And he walked over to her, feeling lucky, feeling secured.
"That's right…" She said softly…and menacingly. "Idiot." She growled. He paused, and his felt his upper body explode and fly off from his abdomen. His legs stood for a moment before collapsing and she saw them. The keys.
The keys to freedom. Sure she had to completely demean herself, but it was worth it. Sex with a human, that was laughable to the extreme. Although she knew what she needed to do. She had to increase the population of the Diclonius race, which meant she had to have sex. But that would be with a pure Diclonius.
After redressing, Celia inserted the key into the lock, and the door opened…she paused…then mustering her courage she walked out. No shock came over her. She was out. This was her one and perhaps only time she could actually make it out. Her celebration was short lived as she heard a voice croak.
"Es-cape…Diclonius…Esc-a…pe." It was the man she had killed, apparently even after being sliced in half he still had enough energy to pick out his radio and call for back up. Cursing loudly she stuck her vector's in the man's head and violently ripped his own brain out. The action was rather uncalled for, even for her but he had pissed her off right there. His flying cerebellum however did not change the fact that soldiers were coming.
"Our Queen!" The Diclonius yelled at her. "Run! Don't worry about us! You'll save us, you'll lead us to destroy these humans."
She nodded. Yes she would. Turning to what she knew was the exit, she ran down the hallway.
The alarms exploded from every section of Institute A of which barely drowned out the cheers of the other Diclonius urging their queen onward. "Kill!" What a pointless thing to say as she ripped off the man's head. At this moment she couldn't waste her time torturing, she had to escape. That was all that mattered to her. She ran into another one, her vectors blocking the hail of bullets that came her way.
The vectors flew out, the soldiers screamed as they suddenly felt their chests explode outwards. Collapsing in almost perfect file, Celia jumped over their fallen corpses and continued her escape. She came to the corner. "Shit!" she thought, hearing footsteps coming down from the stairs. She looked around and hastily made up her mind. She crossed the room and went into the elevator. Multiple scream issued out as she butchered the soldiers and scientist in it. It was very odd when silence over came her except for the soft tune of elevator music.
She was on the 6th and highest floor of the facility. This would be the fastest way to the first floor. It was on the 4th floor that the door began to open. It didn't surprise her really, with soldiers pouring into the facility they were bound to be going every where. One of them was caught by his arm and thrown into the other soldiers. It was enough for Celia to close the door and continue moving downwards.
It stopped at the third one.
"Damn this is really beginning to piss me off! Fucking humans just don't know when to quit!" The voice roared. There was a loud and very unpleasant sound as eyes exploded out of their sockets. In his agony, the man turned and shot rapidly around, killing many of his own men as Celia continued downward.
"How's it going dear sweet little Celia. Oh wait…maybe I shouldn't call you that. You've grown up quite a bit from that child. That child who lost everything.
No, you are a Queen.
Now…let's go."
They came to the second floor as right on cue the door opened up. She sent her vectors out, but was surprised to find that nobody was in front of her. Hearing a small thud, she looked down to see…a grenade! She ran past it, hearing first the explosion of the attack and the yell of "Fire" behind her. A ploy, the soldiers had thrown a bomb in and hid in the corner. It was a valiant but in the end senseless ploy. Celia's vectors deflected the bullets, though it took a lot out of her now.
Their spines shattered, their blood soaked the white walls and ground. She felt a bullet speed passed her head. "Move!" The voice cried out. She rushed out, knowing that the elevator was broken now. She rushed down the stairs, or rather flew. Kicking off of the ground with her arms. She landed just as the men were coming around the corner. She took one by the head and yanked it off, she turned, using her hands to deviate more bullets and impaled another one. She cracked their skulls and butchered their bodies. She killed them, but the toll was getting to her. She was finding it hard to breath.
But through this hell she saw something. Something she hadn't seen in nearly 12 years. Sunlight. She heard sounds from above. They were coming for her. She booked it, running towards freedom. Breathing harshly, clutching her side as it began to throb. But freedom just beyond those doors. The foolish humans had been too busy with the upper story of the building that they had neglected to guard what was perhaps the most important part.
Not falling for the same thing again, she threw two vectors out and grabbed two soldiers hiding on each side. Their guns were yanked out of their hands and they thrown into each other. Their skulls bashing against one another until with one last throw their brains exploded from their cracked skulls.
How long?
How long had it been?
How long had it been since she first felt cool air against her face. How long had it been, since she saw green land. The Institute was set on a thin peninsula. Water on three sides, but land on that one side. Land of freedom. Land of escape. Ignoring the cramps in her stomach, she headed through a dense forest. She bounded through the trees, making sudden detours to lose them.
After moment she found that she couldn't hear them anymore. Gasping for hair, she slid against a tree trunk to catch her breath. Grass? It had been so long since her fingers had caressed the blades.
And then it hit her.
She smiled, closing her eyes and smiled.
"Celia, listen up. I think perhaps we need to change tactics a bit. Don't think I feel good about saying this…but perhaps you live with some humans."
Celia's outburst of this notion was apparent. This was coming from something that for entire life told her to kill humans.
But as The Voice replied about good food, she had to admit it was tempting. But to live with humans…even for a brief period of time was too much for her. The Voice agreed mentally, but this was about survival.
"Yes, remember this is just waiting. Celia, you are no longer a slave to those humans. You can do whatever you please."
She had to smirk at this. That was very true.
The Queen. A girl who lost everything in her life and now fills her heart with hate and revenge. Celia. The second Queen of the Diclonius found herself looking into the bright sunlight of the outside world. A world of humans…she would end that foolish notion.
The Queen walked through the city, a surprise that she did not start killing everyone that walked passed her. Even The Voice, who had told her to stay low kept muttering annoyingly "Kill him! "Kill her!" She paused when she heard a scream.
There she was, another Diclonius who had recently murdered a human. She saw her and instantly recognized her as The Queen. She embraced her like her best friend.
"What is your name?" the girl asked.
"Celia."
"Tanya." The girl replied.