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Chapter Four – Oh, Lily of Chastity:

Os iusti Meditabitur sapientiam

Et lingua eius Loquetur iudicium

Beatus vir qui Suffert tentationem

Quoniam cum probates fuerit Accipiet coronam vitae….

Lucy was contently seated on a small bench, looking at the vibrant reflecting water that flowed right under the setting sun. The town she's in was unfamiliar to her, which almost frightened her, considering she no longer had a home field advantage if she is attacked. She didn't want to expose herself when everyone thought she was dead, than the hunt for her head would start all over again, and all the peaceful grace that is held before her would be gone forever.

Maybe she should kill herself now, while she's happy; it's not like the peace would ever last… and without Kouta, without a something- a someone to strive for, she would lose her mind. But then again, was she ever sane to begin with? She could only remember a time where she was happy, content, and completely felt welcomed… and of course; Kouta had to do with it all. It figures, the one human in the world that would accept her, is someone that she can never have.

Kyrie, fons Bonitatis

Kyrie, Ignis Divine, eleison

O quam Sancta

Quam Serena

Quam Benigna

Quam Amoena

Esse virgo creditor

The Song she hummed provided comfort, it was from a music box that Kouta would carry around when they were children; the lyrics were in Latin so she never figured out what the song meant. Whatever the song meant, it made her feel at ease, peaceful, and maybe even a bit...Happy. But a Song is but a tune, and it can only do so much for Lucy, it hurts her as much as it helps her. The feeling she has isn't a sure happy feeling, it was a feeling of a time where she WAS happy, but will NEVER be again. Even with a world full of her species, she never felt more alone, and no matter what she told herself a long time ago; a world full of her kind couldn't change that. But as long as she knew Kouta was happy, she could live with herself just a little bit more. She didn't justify the killings she did, she just didn't care for human life anymore... Not after what they put her through. She knew not all humans were bad (well not as bad as others), but this was the path she was put on...

She never believe in God, and if he was real he had long abandon her... but since the past year, she's heard rumors, theories, and it started to click in her mind. All the Pain, all the Suffering, all the blood was for one thing?

God had chosen the Diclonius to replace the Human Race, HAH! What a childish thought.

"Humans..."

"Hey Baby?" A 30 year old man leaned over shoulder, leaning on the bench. "You look Tired, got a place to stay?"

Sigh, Great. Another old pervert trying to make love to me, I don't know if it's just the males or humans in general anymore, because now even the females try to mate with me now. Greatly annoys me... Maybe i can use this man to my advantage.

"My home baby! Ya dig?"

It was a dump, a big dump motel room, which reaked of alcohol and moss infected the wooden wall... from the inside. It was just one big room to, not even a real apartment or motel. There were so many stains that look like piss or vodka and various other liquids... not to mention it felt like the room itself wasn't balanced. Like it could collapse any second. Considering first impressions, Lucy half expected to find a bunch of hookers waiting in the next room, but she didn't think even hookers would dare sell themselves in this godawful place. There was a kitchen, a living room (well it had a tv and a couch) and the bed with more yellow stains. Well it was.. better than most places she slept in.

Y"It's...Lovely." She sighed, standing in the middle of the room while the man closed the door behind her.

"Gooooood!" He grinned and threw off his jacket and began to strip down, "Now let's not fool around, I an't one for forplay so just get out of those nice clothes and get ready for the-"

"You humans are so stupid." She rolled her eyes.

"What was tha-"

SLASH!...

Nobody is going to care for the killing of a old pervert anyways, but the way he was killed is a dead give away to anyone looking for me...I shouldn't have been so sloppy. Oh well, I'll have to hide his body somewhere else, and I doubt he has enough money to get me out of state. Hm... i'm sure I can find a way to get money somehow.

She didn't bother looking around the small room for any valuables, obviously the man was too poor to have anything of use to her, not even a decent place to sleep. Oh well, a bed is a bed, and it's better than how she used to have to sleep. Stood up on a silver table, body wrapped in one huge straight jacket that covered not just the arms but the legs, and a hard, cold, metal helmet that contained her thoughts. But she was intent never to have to spend her days like that ever again.

She did not find herself sleeping on the bed like she originally wanted to, but stood awake, thinking about what the hell she was going to do now. She had no other road, no other options, her whole lift revolved around a fantasy about Kouta, but that life is impossible. And maybe that was for the best, yes, maybe it was for the best indeed. But, in this discovery, Lucy found the most painful feeling in the world, emotionally, mentally, and somewhat physically.

The feeling of nothing, the feeling of existing, but nothing else. She was just there.

You know very well what to do...

She sighed, an old friend, so to speak. An old manifestation of her instincts, that one that befriended her when the humans rejected her, promised her a home without humans, with people just like her, to love her, to care for her, to worship her. A world of her species, infecting human males and females so they can give birth to her kind, with a simple touch of the brain with her Vectors.

But that idea stopped appealing to her for a long time now, humans, Diclonius, neither are a race worth saving, or starting for that matter. Kouta was the only one she could name that seemed even remotely "human", and Nana was the only innocent person in her entire species that even qualified as non malevolent. Or innocent for that matter.

You're a fool, after all these years,your still that damn little girl that's crying over a damn kid who found you moderately entertaining. You know exactly what you have to do, hell, you embraced it not long ago! What changed your mind? A promise? To Him? Look at him my little lucy, he's changed so much since he was a kid, he's not even worth a human females time.

I don't care, he may be a fool, but he's an innocent person. If there was any other innocent person in the human race, I have yet to meet them.

EXACTLY! SO WHY!? Why did you abandon me? We can make this world BEAUTIFUL LUCY! We can evolve, we can become better than those damn humans! All you have to do is shead a little blood, poke into some human minds here and there, and just watch the human world crumble down.

Because, I don't care about how horrible humans are anymore. They are horrible pieces of fragmented blackness that the galaxy has created, and if they want to continue to play god, I will let them be and see how it turns out for them.

Don't CARE? HAH! LIES! I'm in your head Lucy girl, I know the truth, You don't want to extinct the humans, because if they die that means your little lover will go down with them.

I don't see how your going to convince me to destroy the human race anymore, You have no ace in the hole, and you have nothing to bribe me with. Hell, your not even real, are you?

...hehehe, you sure have changed. Look at your, snapping back at me, having something to say, you never said a damn thing for more than 10 years, I'm surprised you still are able to talk. It does you no good though. Your still the same little girl who is sad because her puppy died. Did you forget about him? Did you even name him?

Shut up...

It appears I have struck a nerve. Remember Lucy, remember what they did? How they held you down and made you watch as they killed your only friend in the world?

Lucy sat her up and blocked her ears, trying to push the voice out of her head, but proved to be futile. The sounds of a puppy, squeling, crying, the slipping of confusion, the question of what it did that caused it's tormentors to lash out on him.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"Hold him down! Hold Him down!"

"Aw man! The damn Dog stopped moving!"

"Aww! Oh well!"

The faces of them again appear in her head, the bullies, the little boys that tormented her every day. They boys that took away her friend, just a small friend that she found in the woods, another orphan.. just.. like... her.

Blood ran across the floor, layers being added by the dripping blood on the broken flower vase. The dead dogs mangled dead body, it's furr stained with its own blood, along its tears of agonizing pain.

She had no idea where the teachers where, she had no idea why nobody came to stop it, she had no idea why...why this had to happen to her... but she knew one thing.

"You know who isn't human!? Do you know who who the REAL monsters are?" Her voice, so young, so soft, yet so raspy, her face filled with tears and snot, pouring down her face.

"PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"

"STOP IT! STOP!"

The voice in her head mocked her no more, the voices were gone, the horrible visions had left her. But the scar was still there, and it still hurt just as much, like a deep paper cut that would never ever heal. Her scream broke the calm and cool silence, the air from then on the rest of the night, felt tense, threatening, deceiving. But that was okay, whatever need that she felt towards sleeping was officially gone for the night, she had no desire to go down under.

I hate these damn horns...

New York City, Queens, 21 Ingram Street.

As the moon occupies Lucy's side in japan, the sun has already risen on this side of New York! So where is our friendly neighborhood hero? Fighting Crime? Protecting the streets? Trying to discover the secret behind Oscorps latest ominous partnership? None of the above true believers! Even our local hero/Born Loser needs to take the time to lay back, enjoy himself in a nice, stress free environment.

"PETER PARKER!" Aunt may stomped into his room, finding the young teenager still asleep in his bed, fast asleep.

She sighed and began to shake his shoulder, "Peter for heavens sake! It's 10 in the morning! I will not let you spend your Saturday day in bed!"

"Nyeeeeeh! Sleeeeeeeppppppy" Peter complained and threw the blankets over his head, "Mhh."

"Not on my watch mister! Your going to explain to me why i found our clothes with RED AND BLUE on them!" She held up a stained white T-Shirt, stained with blue and red on them, forever ruined.

"What? Oh i'm..I'm sorry aunt may I-Whew!" Peter groaned, throwing the blanket aside and sitting up, "I was washing my clothes last night, i was tired and well i'm sorry."

"Peter you couldn't have at least taken the rest out of the dryer? That's it, For now on I'm the one who cleans the clothes!"

"But Aunt Ma-"

"No exceptions! Now get dressed and go do something with your day!" She bopped him on the head with her palm and stormed out of his room.

"Worse than a room full of alarm clocks, I swear..." Peter rubbed his face and fell back onto his pillow.

Alright Parker, come on, out of bed. You have super important Spider-Man stuff to do. You gotta find out what's going on with Oscorp, like you set out to do for the past 4 freaking days! You can put Gwen aside for one day!...Ah what am I kidding? It's just one of her conspiracy theories, like the idea of the Hulk secretly being a Government Doomsday Experiment, it's fake! It's untrue! FALSE... Psh, Yeah Right!

Jumping out of bed he quickly dug into his closet to find his Spider-Man costume, hidden under various boxes and clothes and other such things.

"Time to do some Super Stealthy Spidey Investigation!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

YEAH... I KNOW DX AND I'M SORRY! I am so sorry this took SO long to uploaded, but whenever I tried to write it, I just couldn't feel it. I didn't like it. This chapter when through ALOT Of changes and I apologize. Sincerely! And even more so for how RUSHED it seems to be as well! BUT I PROMISE YOU I WILL TRY TO BE QUICKER TO UPLOAD! :3 HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THOUGH! R AND R! :D SEE YOU NEXT TIME, TRUE BELIEVERS!