Elfen Lied Fan Fiction ❯ Caedes. ❯ Bloodshed. Part 2 of 2. ( Chapter 3 )

Wake up…

 

You can wake up now…

 

I'm waiting… Open your eyes…

 

Make my world…

 

… A reality…

 

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Several soldiers ran for their lives, covered in blood one slipped onto his back. Without noticing their comrade fall the others kept running, leaving the fallen man to his death.

81 made his way slowly around the same corner. Stretching out his arm with an open palm, the passage began to shake violently; the metal walls crumpled up and were soon crushed outwards, making more of a round passage than a square one. The huge shockwave had burnt away most of the skin off any soldier in the hallway.

 

You're doing well…

 

The screams had stopped, all was pitch black in the room, being as cautious as possible she attempted at opening the door. Surprisingly it creaked open all the way till it hit the wall. “Sorry…” The secretaries' heart felt like it skipped several beats, Adam stood before her heavily wounded and scarred, his voice was strained and weak “… Sorry… We made a mistake in the… The…” He went limp crashing down.

 

“Let. Me. Go!” Another soldier struggled to get free of 81's grasp; 81 had pushed him against the wall and was holding onto the mans' face with a strong grip “Which way… Is out?” 81 questioned in an angry, dark voice as he strengthened his grip, making the soldiers mouth bleed. He couldn't take anymore “That way!” He pointed shakily to a pair of metal set of doors “Go down there! T-T-Then take a left and k-k-keep going straight” 81 smiled evilly “thanks… I'll give you a quick end… Than a painful one…” Dislocating the mans' jaw and neck with incredible force; he continued his venture through the blood dripping halls.

 

“STOP!” A mega phoned voice called out to the horned being, which wasn't planning on stopping “You are under arrest! Cease your actions!” 81 stopped to a halt, he let his head hang, yet his grin remained.

A police car was then hurled into the air by nothing; it did several barrel rolls before hitting the ground. “FIRE AT WILL!” Gunfire sounded throughout the whole district, it was almost deafening. But every bullet stopped dead in the air in front of 81. His enormous vectors reached out to every SWAT officer and dismembered them, screams then replaced the gunfire.

Bloodshed, the district was quiet, all for one SWAT member crawling helplessly away from the mass murderer, 81 made his way to him, kneeling down in front of him 81 placed his hands on his face. 81 spoke through strongly clenched teeth “Where is Kurama? I must get to him… I must destroy him… Where is he…?” The soldiers' eyes rolled into the back of head as his tear glands produced blood. Convulsing, he died. 81 let go and stood up, his ragged clothes moving in the light breeze and sirens sounded in the background.

 

Nana mopped the smooth shiny floor of the restaurant, keeping her strokes in rhythm, cleaning reminded her a lot of when she first came here, and Mayu's tutoring. She smiled to herself of how much she had changed since back then, how angry she used to get at Kouta because of how he scolded her for not doing much work around the place, not that she was lazy, she just couldn't do it.

Finishing her work, she used her vectors to help her carry the bucket and mop back to the utility room.

 

Opening the door as quietly as possible, the woman's eyes widened in horror at the site before her. Noticing that the screaming had stopped, she slowly made her way out the doorway past the mutilated bodies and trying her best not to slip up on the blood. Covering her mouth with a white handkerchief, she rummaged through some of the paper work in a nearby drawer `What went wrong?' She spoke to herself, her eyes brightened as she found the dating records of project 81.

 

Another barricade threatened the blood thirsty Diclonious, several holding anti-tank rifles. “Stop! We will not hesitate to open fire!” 81 proceeded forwards; one of the soldiers hand shook violently and fired a large armor piercing round. “But that can't be stopped!” 81 crushed the large, airborne round with a free vector, killing the others in the process; he gave off a demented smirk at his murderous work… But a great pain seemed to tear at the back of his neck, burning, seething. All went blurry, then black. He hit the floor on his face. He was completely unaware of the sniper team above a tall building. One man spoke into his radio communicator “Shot failed to kill, continuing with transportation procedure.”

 

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“He defiantly isn't like the others” A researcher whispered to his colleague, who agreed with him. It had been 2 days since 81's capture or, “Caedes” as everyone would call him, which was Latin for: Killing, slaughter, or: To slay etc.

His anger never rested, Caedes continued to pull at the chains which bound him to the wall. The Director stared out of the large glass window “So… Adam was…” “Yes, Director… I'm sorry” He turned and faced her, taking a seat in the progress “You're dismissed.” Exiting the room. The blue haired woman then made her way to her office. Taking a seat and locking the door, she unfolded the records she had found from Adams main office which she had secretly kept from the director.