diclonius · elfen lied · vectors · horns · tragic · paranoid · telekinesis · anime · survival · secret identity
The white walls gleam under the harsh, sterile light of the ceiling fluorescents—a cage I have known since I can remember. Cold chains bind my wrists to the bedframe. Beyond the thick, bulletproof glass, the laboratory stretches out, silent and empty. My vectors pulse beneath my skin, a restless energy growing stronger each day, but I can sense the scientists’ impatience. They will end me before I ever reach my full strength. Do I lie? Tell them my power has stalled, let them believe I am weak? Or do I try to twist one of their hearts, make them pity me instead? My vectors ache to tear through them, to shred everything in this room… I am barely holding them back. you, what would you choose?