Kaede:
I couldn't leave him like I did. There was something just so... I just couldn't. There was something about Kohta that I couldn't run away from. I couldn't hide it from myself. I couldn't escape it. I wanted to drown in him, and I was selfish enough to let myself. I was almost back to his house, thinking of how to make this work, when I heard screaming. Yuka's screaming.
A small part of me wanted to rejoice, but the rest of me knew something was really wrong. Especially when she started yelling for Kohta to "wake up". I began running through the underbrush, minding to stay out of sight. I heard a gunshot, and then I heard Yuka sobbing. I began running faster.
I made it to the front of the house, and crouched behind a wide tree. I could see a black van, and two men dragging Kohta's body out the door. He was either unconscious or dead, but the two men... I recognized. They were from the institute. My prison. My hell.
This was my fault. I never should have come back.
I scanned the area, but didn't see any others, so I cautiously climbed out of the underbrush just as the car started. I heard one of the two gentlemen say something, but it was two late. My vectors had grown incredibly stronger over the years, and with minimal effort I flipped the large vehicle on its side. Panic instantly filled me, I had forgotten Kohta was inside.
The windows on the left side, now against the ground, were smashed, and I watched as the guy on the right side fought with the air bag. I ripped the door off of its hinge. I could hear them both swearing quite excessively, and I felt genuinely amused. I wondered if Yuka was dead, and felt my spirits raise, but my mood hit the ground when I heard a soft gun click as the man pulled himself out of the car. His forehead was bleeding slightly, and he looked extremely pissed.
He aimed his gun at me, and I narrowed my eyes into slits. I took a step towards him, and he fired. I disarmed the bullet, a smug smile coming to my lips. I was then filled with faint horror. There was blood forming around my thigh, he had actually hit me. But how?
He fired again, hitting my thigh again, despite me disarming the bullet. I fell to my knees as blood flowed out of my artery. As he prepared to fire a third time, I swiped the gun out of his hands, arming it myself. I easily cocked the gun, and the man took a step backward. I let out a low laugh, and I opened fire. I shot the gun, and watched in bewilderment as three bullets came out at almost sonic speed.
So that was how the bastard had hit me...
He sunk to the ground. I had hit his jugular. I wanted him to die slowly. I had almost missed the adrenaline of killing.
That's because it's who you are... Lucy. Embrace the Diclonii part of you. Don't shut it out. You can be strong. No one will ever be able to hurt you or Kohta again. Just embrace it. Let it through.
I shook my head violently, waiting for the second guy to make his move. I waited another minute, before walking to the side of the car, vectors hovering around me like snakes waiting to strike.
"Please don't kill me...I was just taking orders." The man pleaded, there were tears in his eyes. I could see Kohta in the back seat, limp, but breathing.
"What did you do to him?" I asked, ignoring that the man had begun to sob.
"It...It's just a drug Miss... Please. I have a wife... and two little girls at home." He continued, tears flowing freely. He knew he was going to die.
I always found it funny how much humans fight for the lives they lead, even when they are not worth even living. Even when they are the scum polluting the planet. Even when they know they need to die. Kill him Lucy.
I didn't hesitate again. I tore his head from his shoulders, feeling the vertebrae in his neck crack, and feeling his entire body convulse and let out one final cry. I couldn't help but smile.
Remember how this feels. Remember what they tried to do to Kohta.
Kohta! I ripped the door off of its hinge in the backseat, gently pulling him into my arms. I carefully set him on the ground in front of me, before walking over the the man I left to bleed out. I gingerly prodded him with my foot, feeling him roll over onto his back. Dead.
Satisfied, I carried Kohta inside, deciding to clean up the mess outside once I was sure he was alright. The man had said he was just drugged... and he still had a pulse, so I had no reason to think he was lying. Humans tend to tell the truth when they are about to die. Funny little quirk of the species.
I could feel blood running down my leg. I had forgotten, I'd actually been hit. And in what looked like a main artery. I placed my hand to my wound, already feeling lightheaded from blood loss. Hospitals were out of the question; too much of a risk. I'd rather die then end up at that Hell.
And maybe I would.