Ch 1: Demon

Catching her breath might have been important. It was true, she had run nearly two miles none stop and her heart beat was throbbing like crazy. She could not hear the footsteps anymore, they had either stopped or had gone the wrong way. She smiled, she had outwitted and out powered those pathetic humans. So what now was she to do with her new found freedom?

"Kill the humans."

Celia jerked back, clutching her head, though it didn't pain her. It was just so fucking annoying when it happened. That was another thing about Diclonius, their instincts. It was pretty obvious that humans needed to die, she didn't need some voice in her head telling her that. The voice, which all Diclonius heard at one point or another. It was more annoying than helpful really, like a mother scolding their child again and again. "Kill the humans, brush your teeth, kill the humans, wash your hands, kill the human, take a bath…and so on."

"Then what?" she answered herself, and the voice replied back. That was another freaky thing, having a legitimate conversation with your thoughts.

"Good point, actually it might be a better idea to keep a low profile."

"Didn't you just tell me to start killing humans?" She responded rolling her eyes.

"Shut it, I was just thinking that it wouldn't be a bad idea to make your presence unknown. Now, I don't think I'm feeling jolly about suggesting this, but I say you live with some humans."

This would have been the perfect time for one of those comical scenes when the character drinking some water suddenly spews it into the host's face from shock. "LIVE WITH HUMANS! ARE YOU KNOCKED UP IN THE HEAD?" She cried, stifling her voice instantly when she realized just how loud she was yelling.

"Look whose calling who knocked up in the head. I want this filth of a human race ended as much as you do. But for now, we wait, we live. You've never had real food right?"

That was true, the bastards at the institution had only fed them small bowls of soup and basic nutritional formulas. So be it, she would find some scum…humans to live with for a while. Kill them later of course, but she would make them useful to her. She was after all…The Queen.

"Shit!"

Torino's fist came crashing on to his desk, though he ended up hurting himself more than the desk. "What is with these places becoming so easy to escape!" He yelled at the remainder of his staff that had survived the onslaught. "She is the new Queen, what if she dies, we need her!" Torino screamed, looking at each person. They mumbled incoherently. Truthfully what did they care? They all knew that the point of the whole thing was to get the Dicloinus race ready. They all knew that much like his father before him, Torino Kakuzawa wanted to be the father of the ultimate race. However, they needed food for their families, safety from the horrors. That is why they gave up their pride and honor to work for him.

Torino turned his attention to the man at the far end of the room. Crossed arm and leaning slightly against the wall. His eyes were close, as if asleep, but he was certainly awake. He wore a thick grey overcoat which covered a black shirt and combat pants. His brown hair streaked behind him, near shoulder length. The man's name was "Jericho" or so that was his name at the institution. He was impassive, and serious at all times. He never smiled and more than often his lips never parted from his mouth. Whatever answers he gave, it was with either nods or shakes of his head. It was a real deal when the man actually decided to talk.

He was also head of the Special Defense Team which helped kept the Diclonius in balance throughout the institution.

It was time for him to get to work.

Now how to proceed with the plan? "Hey, I am a Diclonius as you can tell by my two horns, pink hair and red eyes. I probably killed your loved ones, may I stay at your house for about a day or two?"

No, that wouldn't work.

Hunger was beginning to overcome Celia as her stomach growled. Stealing would have been preferred but it was best not to draw attention to herself like that. Truthfully what she wanted to do was just kill people. It ate at her like a parasite, and she found enjoyment in killing humans. She knew though, she had to resist, just for this one moment though.

After a few more minutes, which seemed more like a few hours, she went out. She did her best to fit into the crowd. She was just a normal person, nobody look at her, nobody get any ideas. It was working out fairly well too. Nobody was bothering her, maybe she could reach a more secured area from the city. Her killing intent was growing, a Diclonius didn't go through a city filled with millions of people and not kill at least one of them. She wanted to make them pay, she wanted to kill them and she would enjoy it too.

The fact that she had spent an hour walking through the city was a testament to her own patience. Then she heard it, the frantic screams of people, the running of the feared. Something had happened, something bad. By instinct she ran in the opposite direction, towards the horror. There she saw it, three people, a man and two women on the ground. Technically pieces of them, heads and body torn viciously apart. Celia knew that only one being could have caused it. Sure enough, she saw her, a young girl, perhaps 15 standing idly by as if enjoy the sunset. She turned her head to Celia, her eyes dilating from surprise. Then her grinned grew, and Celia grinned back. It was good to find friends among the humans.

Grammatical Errors aside, a few subtle changes from the original.

1.) The Voice's text has been bolded as done in later installments.

2.) The text "fed them small bowls of soup and basic nutritional formulas" originally had bread in place of soup. Since I'm not sure if I ever even mention bread in later installments, I decided to change it into soup.

3.) Lastly I've used the Horizontal Ruler to seperate story parts.