I make no claims to the ownership of Deadman Wonderland. Nor would I want to. The masterful work being preformed by the author are beyond my own story telling skills. All rights to the actual Deadman Wonderland belong solely to Jinsei Kataoka and Kazuma Kondou

Slowly, as if from a deep dark endless nightmare, the Wretched Egg awoke from her long slumber once again. She could still hear the song of Mother Goose and wished with all her black heart that it would stop. Another part of her wanted to hear the next part; the ending to its sad song. That part of her was quiet now. That was good.

She awoke in a dark room restrained by metal chains and leather. In the darkness she could hear the voices of other insignificant humans. They muttered and murmured just out of hearing in a constant buzz that seemed unlikely to stop. The buzzing irritated her. She desired the quiet that had been her sleep to return. Slowly she realized that she was standing, restrained, just like all those other times during her childhood.

Peering across thick glass the Wretched Egg spied two indistinct individuals surrounded by the blinking lights of cold heartless machines. She hated these people who looked at her like a feral animal. She wanted to pull them apart just as they had done to her. Let them feel exactly as she felt during all those times of pain. When Aceman wouldn't answer a fragile girl's call; no matter how loud the little girl screamed.

Almost without effort she snapped a single length of chain and the never ending buzzing of voices and words ceased. She had their attention now and after being confined for so very long. She was incredibly bored. Playing with that obsessive old man was amusing at times but, lately it had become extremely stale. Now here in front of her at this very moment were some potential playmates in white lab coats. Maybe they would last longer than the others?

Drawing the crimson blood from her own body she formed a circle of bright hexagons around herself and shattered the glass. Spikes of glass flew everywhere impaling themselves into unprotected flesh and shiny machines.

Swiftly snapping the remaining chains the Wretched Egg floated forward, to see if her playmates could still entertain her. A scream and a guttural groan of agony met her ears as she moved forward. She couldn't help it as her lips split into a wide grin. They could still play.

The cries of pain were swiftly silenced as she pulled their heads from each body. The red blood pored forth as a gory fountain. From the stumps where their heads used to be and splashed copious amounts across her leather covered body. The warm fluid stained her normally pristine white skin and dripped puddles onto the metallic floor.

A loud shrill alarm started up in the back ground, with bright flashing red lights glowing on and off. It was an inconsequential noise to her ears and she payed it no heed as she continued forward to find a better playmate filled to the brim with beautiful red blood.

Suddenly the sound of rushing footsteps met her ears drawing her away from admiring the beauty of the blood. Heavily armored boots came thumping around the corner in response to the still shrilly screaming alarm. The alarm had begun to irritate the Wretched Egg and reforming her circle of hexagons destroyed the speaker and the hall way in front of her.

The resulting explosion scattered blood, brains and body parts every where. The Wretched Egg couldn't help but let out a joyous hiss at the sight of such destruction. She was finally having fun again. Still wearing a sadistic grin the Wretched Egg moved forward looking for more fun.

Down every hallway and inside every room there was no one to be found. With the alarm still blaring just as loudly as it had begun; it was unsurprising that most must have run away. As she continued to float, boredom began to set in again. The Wretched Egg couldn't help but feel a tad put off by the lack playmates. Usually whenever she went out the old man was there to play with her. He wasn't very good but, he was amusing none the less.

Now there was no one that could amuse or entertain her. The song of the mother goose however, was growing louder now with it harmonious notes beginning to make her feel sleepy. Is that what they decided to do? Play the song all the more louder until she went to sleep? Ganta never tried to avoid playing with her. Ganta sought her out to play. Even if he was weaker than her, he still always played. He was more fun than anything the old man could do.

She could look for Ganta. If she did that then they could play together again and she would finally have someone that could fully have fun with her. Even then she wouldn't feel so alone anymore if he were there. She missed him. But, if she was going to look for him then she needed to know where to look. For that, she decided she would go and talk with that old man.

Whenever the Wretched Egg and the Old Man did interact it was usually in what she dubbed her room. It was a simple room with only a small bed and little else. Her other self liked it; just as it liked the sweet foods she detested. However, on occasion she did remember her other side talking to the old man as he laid down on a expensive looking bed. If her hazy memories were correct then she should look there first.

The Wretched Egg gazed upwards toward the many floors that must be above her and instantly made a hole in the metal foundation using her Sin. She punched through into the next floor, creating metal shrapnel that could prove hazardous for any that were struck. Swiftly with barely a rustle of the cloak that adorned her, the Wretched Egg floated upward and punched another jagged hole into yet another floor.

This next floor proved to hold people in gray and white uniforms however, they held no interest to the mind of the Wretched Egg. She floated by them as they screamed in terror and didn't bother to gaze in their direction. She knew the old man had to be above her somewhere.

The Wretched Egg continued to blast holes into the ceilings and float on through into the next floor. She did this a dozen times or more and she still didn't see the room where she remembered seeing the old man. Even as she continued her search, Mother Goose's song droned away and seemed to be calling to her all the more strongly. With a sense of urgency the Wretched Egg ripped and buckled metal faster than the blink of an eye, shooting upwards toward her goal.

Demolishing yet another metal ceiling she was greeted by a large expansive room with a single bed surrounded by machines. Off to the side, supported by richly decorated columns, a large doorway that could allow five men to enter shoulder to shoulder. The door however, was not what she came for it was the weak and wrinkled form that laid there on the bed. The person was so weak that they needed machines to keep them alive.

"So, do you want to play?" cackled a voice that sounded as if it had experienced the eternity of time.

"You bore me," was the Wretched Egg's mellow reply. For a time they both starred at one another. The only sound in the room was of blood dripping slowly onto the white marble floor. Finally the old man said, "Can it be you found someone that could fully love you?"

The Wretched Egg could feel the eyes of the man brighten like a child at Christmas. She didn't have to answer, and ignored the question altogether. "Where is Ganta Igarashi?"

"What could you possibly want with that boy? His mother is long dead."

The Wretched Egg knew the Old Man must be playing for time, hoping that Mother Goose would put her back under its spell. "Where is Ganta?" She repeated. The Old Man narrowed his eyes and he must have known that she wasn't going to answer. He also understood that if he didn't, he would be dead.

"If you must know, at this time of day he will be where all uninteresting little maggots go. He should be at the fourth state middle school of the Nagano prefecture."

"Where will that be?" The Wretched Egg had been locked up for so long that she had never truly seen much outside.

The old man let out a bark of laughter, raising a wrinkled arm in the opposite direction from the door. "He'll be in that direction."

Swiftly with a flutter of her crimson cloak she turned around and in a swirl of blue geometrical shapes, created a hole in the ceiling. Metal shards and concrete slabs rained down at the destruction. With the rampant devastation came bright early morning sun shine. Without a single word the Wretched Egg floated away into bright daylight so long denied her.

Through the metal mask that constrained her face the Wretched Egg gazed across the privately owned prison of Deadman Wonderland. Already this early in the day the cries of children with their parents and the joyous notes of couples and friends having fun, greeted her ears. She was tempted to turn those cries into hysterical screams of pain and horror. However, finding Ganta was what mattered.

Turning in the direction where the Old Man had pointed her she streaked off in search of Ganta. With her passing a sonic boom erupted as she sped through the atmosphere.

After a few seconds the small lake that surrounded the Deadman facility passed her by. This gave way to the urban sprawl that surrounded where Tokyo had once stood. The Wretched Egg had no idea where or in what direction Nagano was. That old man had only pointed her in this general direction.

A slight frown graced her lips at the sour taste of trickery. However, looking down between her feet there was a veritable schmorgesborg of informative humans that could easily fill in her lack of knowledge. A cruel cunning smile carved her face showing formidable white teeth.

As if she were a bird of prey the Wretched Egg floated over the groups of humans going about their everyday lives of living, talking, and making more squishy pink humans. Soon she spotted a candidate that looked promising to her eyes. He was dark of hair and dressed in a no non-sense gray suit with a small brown brief case in hand. He was perfect.

Positioning herself just right she swooped in like the Eagle of North America. With the wind rushing across her body and whipping the tattered crimson cloak into a frenzy she neared her target with outstretched hands. Faster than any human could ever hope to blink the Wretched Egg had snatched the gray suited man from the ground by the back of his suit.

Quickly she brought herself and her potential informant up several hundred meters into the sky. At that height the humans on the ground looked like the insignificant ants they were.

Grabbing a single arm the Wretched Egg dangled the now deliciously screaming man above the ground, her threat obvious.

"Tell me," she said in a quiet mono tone. "Where is the 4th district middle school of Nagano?"

The man did not seem to hear her. "What the fuck! Please don't kill me! Please! Please! I'll give you everything I have! Just don't..."

Swiftly she silenced the dark haired man with a simple jerk startling the man into frightened silence. "Where is the 4th district middle school of Nagano?"

The man it seemed to be both terrified and confused, if his face was anything for the Wretched Egg to go by. In a panicked and shaky voice he tried to answer her. "Sure here look." Swiftly he pulled a mat black rectangle that seemed to been as thin as one of her delicate fingers and as wide as her ungloved palm.

Swiftly the man pressed his fingers across the surface and began a swift dance of agile fingers. After a few moments he shoved the rectangle into her face and she could see that now there were instructions and a line across a map that showed her how to get to her desire.

Studying the black rectangle with its new formed instructions the Wretched Egg barely noticed the next words of the man. "Just follow the line and you'll get to Nagano. Keep it please! It's yours! Just let me go!"

At those last words a deadly toothy grin spread across her face and she did as she was told. The Wretched Egg promptly dropped the man still several hundred meters in the air and didn't even bother to watch him fall. She was still too heavily engrossed by the hand held map she now possessed.

Turning in the direction that the black box seemed to think was correct the Wretched Egg dove forward head first toward her ultimate destination. She knew that her time to find Ganta at this school was beginning to dwindle. She increased her speed till sonic booms could be heard repeatedly, as she cruised across the country side and over small towns.

Even at the speed she was traveling, it still took her fifth teen minutes to reach the boundaries of Nagano. When she finally passed a sign that she could barely read, with the speed she was traveling at, that read Nagano she finally slowed down.

In front of the Wretched Egg stretched the moderately sized city of Nagano. Looking down at the rectangle that had lead her to the city she saw that the ending line also marked where Ganta's school was. She smiled widely with anticipation of finally getting to see Ganta again.

Gliding over the city in the direction that the line pointed, the Wretched Egg passed over buildings filled to the brim with busy humans just beginning their morning routines. The appeal of putting those tiny routines to ruin and ripping every last human being to pieces gnawed at the inside of her skull. The Wretched Egg knew she couldn't indulge in that type of fun.

The Wretched Eggs continued to pass over buildings and small islands of green trees and grass before she finally reached her desired destination. The middle school was a simple gray building with multiple levels and large airy windows. There was the usual field track with a small number of students in bright white t-shirts running up and down the length of the track. A sign decorated the front of the building stating that this was the 4th middle school of Nagano.

With barely a stir to her red cloak the Wretched Egg flew toward the nearest window, tossing the black rectangle away, to see if she could find Ganta. Looking through the window she only saw a small gathering of students with an adult at the front of the room. Every gender wore the same uniform with boys having black pants and the girls having dark green skirts. Every last one of them had a bright white button up t-shirt. There where small differences to all of them, small ornamentations that added small doses of individuality to each person.

Scanning the group multiple times for anyone that looked like Ganta the Wretched Egg was disappointed to find that he wasn't in that class. Floating over to the side she examined another class room. This classroom contained another group of students dressed in the same uniforms as the last groups. Ganta wasn't in that room either. The Wretched Egg moved again and the next classroom was empty and she moved on. She continued this pattern, searching for anyone that looked even close to the Ganta of her precious memories.

The Wretched Egg's frustration grew as each room she examined didn't contain the one person that actually mattered to her. There were obviously more rooms on the inside and if after checking each room out here she would simply enter the building and find Ganta that way. Doing it that way would be infinitely more fun, but she could hurt Ganta, and she didn't want Ganta hurt.

She continued her search, passing by each room and looking for the tell-tale signs of Ganta. After she had searched each and every room on this first side of the building she continued on the opposite side. Her success was little better. With the mounting failure the Wretched Eggs frustration grew. If she finished this side of the building without seeing Ganta, she would level the entire complex.

As she passed another room completely devoid of human habitation and went on to the next glass window to look, she saw the object of her tireless searching. It was as if fate had meant for the two of them to see each other again at this exact moment.

Ganta stood there dressed in the same uniform that all the other boys she had seen wore. His unruly short black hair nearly matched the memories of her childhood. His skin wasn't as pale as her memories said it should be, but they had been apart for a long time and he had grown.

His face was what drew her the moment she saw him, it looked so much older now with little of the baby fat she remembered. The size, shape, and slant of the eyes were all perfectly aligned with the little boy that populated all of her most happy memories.

As she floated there in the open air and Ganta stared, the Wretched Egg wished that this silent meeting could last forever however, something didn't feel right. The look Ganta gave her as he gazed open mouthed at her was one containing no recognition. Ganta didn't recognize her. How couldn't he? She was dressed in the prefect homage to him and his words. It was a reminder to herself that she would always be Aceman for Ganta and Ganta would be Aceman for her.

Then with an effort worthy of the titans, the Wretched Egg twisted her eyes away from Ganta's gray orbs to better take in the entirety of the room. The room was filled with happy smilling boys and girls. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. None of them had been given nearly crippling shots that made their vains feel like acid instead of blood rushed through them. None of them had ever had their limbs fall off! None of them had been cut open and their own intestines yanked out! None of them had had chucks of flesh scooped right off their very bones!

She instantly hated those happy faces. But, there were two faces that drove her into a nearly mad rage. Both of them gazed at Ganta with eyes that betrayed their relationships with him. All three of them were friends, it was as if they had known each other since childhood. She had known Ganta before any of them had ever met him. Then there were the eyes of the girl.

The eyes of the girl with long black hair that looked at Ganta with such obvious affection burned the Wretched Eggs entire world into a ugly red haze of malice. She wouldn't let any other girl take Ganta. None of them were strong enough or good enough to have Ganta.

The Branch of Sin responded to the Wretched Eggs anger and swirled crimson red blood and bright glowing hexagons about like a group of sharks in a feeding frenzy. Immediately she struck out with her power and shattered the windows of the entire room. The Wretched Egg was too incensed by the group of happy school children to really pay attention to where Ganta went. All she cared about now was wiping those happy innocent smiles off their faces.

A tentacle of blood wrapped around the head and neck of a boy that had been bouncing a small football with his knees. The boy didn't even have time to shout as she picked up and twisted his entire head around to where it was facing the opposite direction. The sicking sound of bone and cartilage twisting in ways they were never meant, signaled the beginning of the end for the class.

Every small human still recovering from the shock of the glass window shattering stared in horror at the sudden death in their midst's. A small girl who had been starring intently into a small pocket mirror while applying makeup was making ready to scream until a red tendril seized her about the neck. Immediately two other tendrils griped both of the girl's arms and lifted her into the air.

A sickening ripping sound was all that could be heard as the arms and head of the girl were physically ripped from the torso spilling blood across the walls and on the girls classmates. Swiftly the red tendrils of death tossed the now useless limbs to different sides of the room, letting the body flop lifelessly to the floor in a red puddle.

What followed after those first two deaths was the wanton massacre of an entire classroom. Crimson tentacles remorselessly ripped limbs from soft yielding flesh and glowing blue shapes caught any who tried to run, slicing them to pieces.

The fury of the red tentacles and spinning blades of the blue shapes never ceased. Only until all was still and quiet, except for the drip drip of blood and the whimpers of a single girl covered in her former classmate's blood, did all movement cease.

The Wretched Egg had enough control to save this girl for last. The girl who would dare try and steal Ganta from her grasp. The Wretched Egg would deal with her physically.

Covered in her classmate's blood, tears of terror streaming down her face, the girl could only stare as the Wretched Egg floated into the gore splattered room. With only a mild thump the Wretched Egg allowed herself to fall to the floor and continued to walk purposefully toward the cowering girl.

"Why are you doing this?" The girl asked in voice of shocked numbness. The Wretched Egg could only widen her smile even more at the question. The terror the girl gave off was like a fine wine that the Wretched Egg wanted to savor, but it was time to down the entire bottle.

With a hand covered in brown leather studded with metal, the Wretched Egg reached out and hoisted the girl by the neck till they were perfectly at eye level. Another arm snaked out and grabbed a fist full of the girl's long flowing black hair.

All the the Wretched Egg could do was grin all the more sadistically at what she was about to do. Slowly she began to pull the hair harder and harder for all the world trying to yank the girls head from her very body. The girl, no longer frozen by fear, was now spurred into action by adrenaline. She kicked, punched, and clawed, the girl did everything she could to make the Wretched Egg let go.

As the continued pulls didn't yield the desired outcome the Wretched Egg tried again using a different approach. Using the hand still holding the girl aloft the Wretched Egg crushed the entirety of the girl's neck. Her fingers dug through pink flesh like a hot knife through butter and when they met bone she crushed them to powder. The girls frantic motions stilled as her life blood flowed out. With another powerful yank on long black hair the Wretched Egg pulled the head from its former home. As the body fell it splashed the red puddle that had been forming beneath the once frantically kicking feet.

Gratification washed across the Wretched Eggs entire body as she silenced the last voice of happiness in the room. She could only stand there and marvel at the destruction and bloody chunks of flesh scattered across the room.

Unexpectedly a scream of primal terror erupted from behind the Wretched Egg. She turned around curious how she could have missed one, only to spot Ganta standing splattered in his former classmates beautiful blood.

A feeling of fuzzy confusion rushed throughout the Wretched Eggs mind. Why was Ganta just standing there screaming? Wasn't he going to be happy to see her again? Maybe he just didn't recognize her, dressed as their supreme hero. She wanted to caress Ganta and let him know everything was fine. She wasn't mad now. As a matter of fact she felt wonderful and free.

The force and majesty of lighting dawned on the Wretched Egg as she realized why she felt so good. The song! Her lullaby of poison and death was gone! She no longer felt so constrained. The unending monotonous sweet song no longer buzzed like a fly she couldn't squash.

Euphoria griped the Wretched Egg and she wanted to celebrate her coherent thoughts. The air barely stirred with the passing of the Wretched Egg. Instantly she was in front of pretty Ganta. He seemed afraid with tears burning down his face but, that couldn't be right. Ganta was never afraid especially of her, they were friends.

A blood splattered hand made to cup Ganta's beautiful face however, he jerked away as if she revolted him. Maybe he didn't like her gloves? If she took them off he would like her more? Drawing blood from her body the Wretched Egg sliced through brown leather.

The segmented pieces of restraining material dropped to the ground with barely an audible sound. With their passing two snowy white hands covered with small specks of dried blood were revealed. In a jagged ring around each joint ugly scar tissue was readily apparent. The Wretched hated the scars and the memories that they represented. But, if Ganta didn't like her gloves then her ugly hands would work.

Again she reached out and this time fully touched Ganta soft skin. The feeling of his skin was like fire made solid flesh. He felt warm and soft as she used both hands to cup his smooth hairless cheeks. As the Wretched Egg gazed into his gray eyes tears still continued to pore. Even as Ganta cried his eyes darted every where doing his best to stare at anything except her. Why wouldn't he look at her? Was she truly that frightening? Surely he should know she would never want to kill him.

If Ganta thought her too scary she would show him everything. Show him the tortured body of innumerable scars. Great gout's of blood ruptured from all across her body in great arc's. They formed crimson edges sharp enough to pierce the stoutest of metals. The newly formed blades of blood plunged and crisscrossed the length and breath of the Wretched Eggs restraints. They cut through solid metal chains with as much ease as they did leather.

For a single heart beat it seemed the entire suit would still hold itself together. Then with the sound of metallic clinking the entire set of restraints fell to tatters. The only thing that remained was the lacerated crimson cloak and the metal mask.

The Wretched Egg remembered how Ganta said her hair was pretty. It had been so long since those days of innocence that she was afraid he might not like it anymore. He didn't seem to recognize Aceman. She felt uncertain about everything he liked now.

Ignoring the chattering of a frightened girl, the Wretched girl stretched her arms wide glorying in the freedom after wearing such a cumbersome thing. She didn't have a clue how Aceman could stand wearing his own getup.

Drawing her arms back down the Wretched Egg looked at Ganta once again. He seemed to have crawled into a corner while she wasn't watching. Did he want to play hid and seek? She didn't feel like it. She wanted to play what everyone else did at Deadman Wonderland. That was why she came here after all. To find Ganta and have fun.

Ganta still looked weak even after all their years apart. He was only just a little less skinny than she was. But, he didn't have to be big to be strong. The old man was big and he was still weak.

Still she was certain that Ganta wouldn't be so scared of her now. The Wretched Egg padded over toward the corned Ganta. Unseeing she walked over dead bodies stuck in their final moments of horror and through puddles of red leaving proud footprints of crimson.

As she neared him she saw that Ganta's tears had stopped, that was great. His face however, didn't look right as he blankly stared at her with vacant eyes. She remembered overhearing conversation's from some woman prisoners about such oddities. How men and boys only cared about a girls body. Did that stare with such vacancy mean that he really liked her body? Was he truly that entranced?

When the Wretched Egg was only a hairs breath away from Ganta she knelt and starred into his eyes. His eyes seemed blank, but she knew better. Ganta was still a boy and he was just occupied. She knew one way to get his attention. It had worked when they were children and it had to work now. Slowly she leaned in making sure not to hit Ganta with the masks metal nose.

The Wretched Eggs lips graced Ganta's lips and the sensation was just as she remembered and if anything it was better. His lips felt warm and soft just as when she caressed his face. When she first touched his lips it felt like liquid lightening had blossomed at the bottom of spine. The tingling sensation flowed upward and consumed her mind more completely than any afterglow of destruction. She wanted this heavenly bliss to last forever, but Ganta's reaction was exactly as it had been during their childhood.

His entire body seemed to tense all at once and then he shoved her as hard as he possibly could. Unlike last time she didn't fall down and cry. No, now she was older and Ganta was weak.

Touching their lips together had felt so good that the Wretched Egg aced to place them their again. Ganta didn't seem to want her too. He kept trying to force her away babbling nonsense at the top of his lungs. The Wretched Egg was passed caring about any of what he said all she wanted was for the feeling of pleasure again.

Ganta's struggles grew increasing more powerful as the Wretched Egg continued to press her lips where ever possible. She began to sink her teeth into his warm flesh, seeking to taste his very essence.

The frantic movements began to blur into a game of how long Ganta could keep the Wretched Egg at bay. Already Ganta's once bellowing voice was now labored for breath. All his energies were directed at keeping the Wretched Egg from her prize. The game was too much fun to end quickly and she let Ganta believe he could hold her.

During these joyful exertions the Wretched Egg brushed against a harden part of Ganta's pants. He nearly threw her off as the enthusiasm of his protests doubled.

The Wretched Egg was not stupid when it came to boys and girls. Of the things she did know about she certainly knew how babies were made. She had been told by the hushed tones of Sorai Igarashi, Ganta's mama.

The Wretched Egg had only been curious why Ganta squealed when she had kicked him between the legs. Ganta had been mad and wouldn't say, so she turned to Mrs. Igarashi. She was upset with what she did, but sat her down and explained. This raised more questions and Mrs. Igarahsi answered her.

When she asked what was the point of her and Ganta's differences Mrs. Igarahsi didn't want to say. But, the Wretched Egg stubbornly didn't let the question die, until one day Mrs. Igarashi pulled her aside from playtime and told her exactly the why's and the how's.

After Ganta's mama was done the Wretched Egg had rushed in excitement to tell Ganta what she found out. Ganta only looked confused, asking if she wanted to eat pudding. However, Igarashi's words never left her and a single phrase still prowled the contours of her mind. "When a man and woman like each other very much..."

Did the hardness in Ganta's pants mean he liked her? She certainly liked Ganta. She knew she desired Ganta. What she had just felt had to be proof that Ganta desired her.

The game of keep away had run its course to the Wretched Egg. Now she would prove how strong she really was. With a single flex of her powerful muscles she halted Ganta's flailing limbs.

Slowly she recaptured her perch on Ganta's warm lips and embraced the spine tingling euphoria. Keeping both of Ganta's arms pinned she grasped the top of his black pants. She would show him how much she liked him. She would give her love in all its forms and accept all of his in return.

END OF CHAPTER 1

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