The Diclonius

Chapter 1 Escape

"He should really listen to people telling him how not to die" The not-so-little-girl giggled. Her vector slithered and grabbed the keys from the dead man's body. They rose up and unlocked each chain attaching her to the wall and the uncomfortable material that wrapped around her bandaged body. She blasted open the metal cage around her and then the giant metal door she always hated. It made her feel... chained inside like she could never see the light again.

She took a step. Finally, out of that miserable dungeon. A gun shot rang through the room.

Bad aim. You could've killed me. She shot her vector towards the man and his head ripped of from his head. She continued walking. She found an elevator and walked inside.

5 officers met her outside. Guns ready. The elevator dinged. As soon as the elevator doors opened all the officers heads were decapitated from their bodies. Under those bandages was a malicious sharp toothed smile, happy to finally see blood again. She pulled a lever with a bloody vector and a large door started to open.

This time 30 officers waited outside, guns ready. A man waited for the door to open and to give the signal to shoot. The door creaked as it slowly went up. It finally did but...

    No one was there.

The officers started to worry, so did their leader. One officer took a step forward waiting for his death. Nothing happened. He sighed in relief. 4 others took steps forward as all their heads exploded. Blood splattered against their faces. The decapitated officer's guns raised in the air.

"She's here, fire!" The leader said. All the remaining officers guns shot, a repetition of bangs. A bandaged 8-year old girl landed on the floor from the ceiling. Her guns shot at each officer while her vectors sliced and diced the punks.

She continued decapitating and deflecting their bullets but one got past. It hit her in the calf of her leg. Another bullet punctured her arm and vectors. She screamed in pain as each bullet hit her invisible vectors. Now the officers were just shooting everyowhere, especially on her weak side.

She screamed in more pain and wiped out each and every officer including the leader. He's limped to a hole she made in the wall, pushed of her weak vectors, and flew through the sky. Her eyes started to feel droopy and she eventually went unconscious in the sky dreaming of good things. Like blood and freedom. She was finally free.

I made the cover but I think I will fix it up a bit. It looks like it was made by a child. At least the coloring job does. So I thought about making a second book but I need to ask a question. It will spoil the whole entire story though. I thought about adding a very awasome anime to the second book. It'd be like an extra but about her in highschool. It won't all fit because there are certain circumstances for that anime. But I'll make it work. I think I'll put the question in the future though. And also this is in the future of the original Ellen lied story. This is mainly what I had to change. But I think I wanted to make her in the 9th generation of the dicloniuses( how ever the plural version is ). This is very long.

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