Elfen Lied Fan Fiction ❯ Caedes. ❯ A Midsummer Nights Massacre ( Chapter 4 )

Beating me, beating me down

Down into the ground

Screamings of sound

Beating me, beating me down

Down into the ground

 

It's spinning round and round…

 

It's lost it can't be found…

 

It's spinning round and round…

 

…So down…

 

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1995. October 13.

 

Dear Log.

 

Today, I and my men have discovered what may be the next generation of Diclonious. It has been proved that male Diclonious' are reproduced in the evolutionary species. Our founding was around twenty-two hundred hours; I and my team had been sent in on an unusual CSI mission, at least it was to the everyday Crime Scene Investigators, but not to us. Our mission was to investigate a Primary school in a nearby neighborhood; saying that a brutal murdering of an unimaginable amount of children had occurred including the teachers.

 

10:27 PM. Primary School. Murder Case.

 

We investigated the building; we had one man carry an anti-tank rifle just in case of emergency of encountering the murderer. It was confirmed that this was a Diclonious' work. The librarian had managed to escape and showed us the year book. One boy whose picture we took most interest in; who in which did have protuberances sticking out of the cranium, but unlike the females “Cat-ear” effect, the males horns had more of a devil look and stuck out vertically at an angle, being only two centimeters larger than the females.

 

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We had finally encountered the small boy, who was only five. He always accused us of being cruel to him, but really we were just frozen with fear. I still have nightmares of that night; his slim, rich gold, cat-slit eyes, fangs, his blood smeared face. This was obviously a case of bullying, causing the Diclonious' somewhat darker conscience to take control, this happens a lot with the species.

 

11:57 PM. Primary School-Library. Murder Case.

 

We had finally managed to capture him by shooting the rifle when he least expected it. But surprisingly it didn't kill him. I couldn't believe we had survived an encounter with such a troubled being, but what really amazes me is on how the armor piercing round didn't blow his brains in. We put him in captivity of our most secure section of the English Classified Research Facility to study the new breed.

 

End Log.

 

The woman pushed her glasses back up her nose. It still didn't mention the Diclonious' real name, or what happened in London. A siren sounded and the noise of chatter slowly filled the hallway outside the office. Rising from her chair she made her way out. Speaking with some of the female employees along the way.

 

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They were trying their latest experimental tool on the tortured Caedes. They were going to use it as a real life weapon, but they had to test it first. “Ready?” A voice sounded over a speaker. Caedes lifted his head weakly, his eyes full of hatred and contempt. Caedes didn't answer. A large machine gun like weapon with very long barrels and a large chain of bullets descended from the ceiling. “This new M2G-91 fires thirty titanium spheres per second. The lengthened barrels increase its power. Ready?” Caedes still stayed quiet, pulling off a demented smirk as if seeing this as a new challenge to have fun with. “Fire!” The room filled with bone crushing sounds.

 

Hm? Their asleep?

 

Caedes wearily lifted his head. It was dark. He noticed that both of his hands were now free from the shackles. What was going on? Caedes made his way out slowly; his broken arm was giving him trouble, but holding it secure helped. He went over to the exit and pushed the button which opened it successfully. He wore a fanged smirk.

She ran back to her office and locked the door. Barricading it also seemed necessary. She hid the key away in the same place she put Adams records. She had read another page of the dairy, she had to release him.

Caedes had smashed his way through every wall that stood in his way. He made it to the exit, smashing it open with incredible force. He came to a cliff edge, not looking at the ground he stood on a weak part of the cliff and fell with the crumbling ground, hitting his head sharply on the side of a pinnacle.

 

A Sunday afternoon. Nana wished the weekends could go forever, she looked sad as she walked across the sands of the sunset beach. Normally she would have enjoyed taking Wanta for his walk but the thoughts of school entered her mind. The loud jerks, homework, telling them stories that happened over 100 years ago, it was all so pointless! Wanta sniffed something in the air and let out a bark directed at Nana “Hm? Are you hungry?” Nana kneeled down and petted him, but Wanta ran off “Huh? Come back!” Nana chased after the troubled half-grown canine.

Wanta finally stopped. He barked for Nana who was still running towards him “I'm coming!” Nana fell to her knees panting “Gee… I'm supposed to be walking you…” Wanta let out a small cry and went over next to Nana “… What is it?” She also shrieked and backed off a small distance, curiosity making her stay.

A body laid on the shore, small waves splashing over it. It groaned and stood itself up in vain, its severed arm was bloody and so was his head.

 

………………

 

“E-Excuse m-me” Nana stuttered, the blue haired person stood with his head facing at the ground and his long fringe covering his face “D-Do y-y-you need help?”

 

………………

 

To occupied trying to see his face Nana only just noticed the devilish horns sticking from his head “W-W-What?!” Nana shrieked as she backed off even more, her shriek seemed to of awakened the body from its zombie like state and he rose his head upwards, his fringe seemed somewhat shorter now and his dark blue eyes seemed to have a troubled look in them. “M-M-Miss?” He looked directly at Nana. Looking at her straight in the eye “Where am I…?” Why was his voice so calm and accented? Nana tried to stop shaking and rose from the sand, dusting herself off she replied “Japan of course.” His eyes widened “Japan?”

 

Perfect… You've got your… Information… Kill her…

 

He bent over and grabbed both sides of his head as if in agony, it appeared as if he were trying to crush his own head. “Shut up! Shut up!” he growled, falling to his knees.

 

Kill her…

 

“Agghhh!” His hands relaxed and he went limp, falling to the floor.

 

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Sorry for the short chapter. I was kinda' running low on ideas for this one. But I'll throw some good ol' blood in the next one that's for sure! See ya' for today! (Puts on Neo's glasses and fly's out the roof).