Director Kakuzawa sat tied to a chain with a gag in his mouth and his hands cuffed behind his back. Who would have thought that things would end up like this? This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be the person who created the ultimate life form. He was supposed to be remembered as the bringer of the greatest race. But it looked like it had just been a dream. He should have known that he wouldn't be able to play God.
It was all that bitch Arakawa's fault. He should have killed her right away. But no, he'd found her amusing and interesting to keep around. It would have been fine if she hadn't started snooping around in restricted files. But he had been careless, thinking her unable to cause any trouble.
It wasn't just her though. It was Lucy and his damned son. His imbecile brat had let Lucy go, setting off a series of events that led to this. Now here he was, waiting for the police to take him to prison for the rest of his life, if he didn't receive the death penalty, which was a very likely scenario.
But he wasn't going down without a fight. The fools that had shut him away in this room had all run off to take care of things; basically meaning trying to find ways to prove that they were mislead by the belief that they were saving humanity to excuse them of their crimes. They thought him to be an old man, unable to fend for himself. Well, he may be old, but he wasn't completely helpless. He still hand a little trick up his sleeve.
His face scrunched up as he concentrated. He hadn't done this in years, having no need to do so. From out of his back grew four invisible hands. Unlike his son, he did have vectors. However, they only extend to the wrists. And invisible hands growing out of his back were completely useless when they were this short. Or so he had thought. Shifting his actual arms, he moved the handcuffs towards his pathetic excuse of vectors. They sliced right through the chain.
With a grin, he untied the rope around his legs and stood up. He was free, though it wouldn't do him much good. His dream was dead. He'd never be able to create the ultimate race now. Hell, he'd never be able to go out anymore once he was declared a criminal.
But he had other things on his mind. He was a Diclonius, and there were many similarities between Diclonius and humans. One of those similarities was the desire for revenge. And it was revenge that was on his mind.
Lucy was the main cause for his downfall. She destroyed his dream, and he'd be damned if he'd let her get away with it. He was going to see that bitch dead if it was the last thing he did.
He wasn't a fool though. He knew that he was no match for her. He'd be slaughtered. Fortunately for him, he still had some people that were loyal to him. People who had friends that had been killed by Lucy during her escapes. They would help him take Lucy out.
But finding her would be the hard part. He couldn't sense other Diclonius, and he knew that none of the others would find her for him. But luckily, there was someone who knew where she was. Kenshin. That brat was going to tell him where she was whether he wanted to or not. It wouldn't be easy getting information out of him though. Ordinarily he would use torture to find out what he wanted, but Kenshin was, for lack of a better word, immune to pain.
Fortunately though, he wasn't immune to drugs. And he had plenty of them here. He wondered how many doses of truth serum it would take to get the boy to spill the beans.
Lucy felt disgusted. Shortly after she awoke from her Nyu personality, she had confined herself to her room. She couldn't bring herself to tell Mayu what cruel fate had become of her mother and stepfather, nor did she intend to.
