Lucy Flees
Anime Vore, GTS, GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 85
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Yuka stared deep into her perceived rival’s eyes trying to figure out just what she had meant by that last comment. Could….. Kouta be aware of Lucy’s violent past?!.... No, how could he? She and Kouta had both discovered Lucy at the same time, washed up on the beach. They’d both known her for the majority of her stay as Nyuu, a playful and rather simpleminded girl. Only recently had she regained complete control of her mental faculties. In that short a time period there was no fathomable way she could have revealed her violent, bloody history to Kouta and not met rejection. Kouta had always been a very kind and forgiving person, yet even he’d make the distinction between the loveable childlike Nyuu and the sadistic, multi invisible armed, mass murderer, Lucy. There would could be no forgiveness, no understanding, only horror. The same horror Yuka felt when she stared into Lucy’s bloody irises…... The old saying was, indeed, very true. No good deed goes unpunished. They’d rescued an amnesiac girl and hid her from what Yuka could only assume, in hindsight, were cops. If she ever stumbled upon another naked helpless girl lying out on the sand she’d just walk away and let the tide have her.
“You’re a liar, Kouta would never accept a filthy monster like you.” Yuka was shaking with emotion. She’d wanted to initiate the conversation peaceably. To go into it with a controlled temper and well chosen words, mostly for safeties sake, but Lucy’s obvious lies were testing her patience. Now she couldn’t even pretend to be civil. Why did this freakish psychopath have to wind up in THEIR home, and why was she so infatuated with Kouta?! Even though it was true, he’d spent a great deal of time with her, she’d been Nyuu then. Did she even have those memories, or had the obsessive and unpredictable girl simply decided she wanted him after their first ‘real’ meeting? Yuka didn’t know, but it really didn’t matter. Only one thing really mattered, and that was getting her out.
“This is my families house, mine! You’re not welcome here anymore. If you leave now I promise not to call the police. But that means you need to get your butt out the door right now! I could overlook the horns, but how could I possibly let a murderer live under my roof?…. Just leave…. NOW!!! GO!!!!”
Lucy closed her eyes letting the shrill girl’s cries wash over her. Things had taken a turn for the decidedly worse. She’d fought armies to be by Kouta’s side again, to ask for forgiveness rather then try to fulfill her natural urges to infect and devour. Much to her amazement, though he said he wouldn’t be able to forgive her, he’d told her he wanted her to remain by his side. She’d caused him so much suffering but he’d also been able to recognize the pain and horrors she’d confronted. She’d steeled herself for the worst possible outcome but it hadn’t manifested. Kouta loved Nyuu and the little girl she’d been, he wanted her to stay. So she would. Lucy wouldn’t allow his incestuous little cousin to stand in her way.
What could she do though? She couldn’t hurt the girl, at least not physically. Yuka had been that catalyst that had led to the deaths of Kouta’s family. She couldn’t simply be discreetly dealt with. And there was a part of her that wanted to change, for Kouta’s sake. So what now? She was being told to leave and not to return. How could she possibly convince the snotty little brat to ignore her past? Did her beloved Kouta even hold that much sway with the obnoxious girl? Lucy rarely felt helpless. Violence was easy to fall back on and, despite what some would have you believe, violence is a good remedy for most problems. This was one scenario, however, where Lucy couldn’t rely on her powerful vectors or corrosive stomach juices.
“Hey, what’s going on in here? I saw Mayu eavesdropping in the hall.” Kouta walked into the room with an easy smile on his face.
“Kouta?!!!” Both girl’s exclaimed, shocked and embarrassed to have him walk in on their conversation.
Nana trailed behind him looking very embarrassed. After telling (and showing) Yuka the truth, she’d decided to monitor the inevitable conversation from a distance. She owed Yuka, Mayu, and Kouta a lot, and she had decided she’d protect them from Lucy despite the fact Lucy had saved her life the night papa died. She just couldn’t allow her new generous, and kind, friends to be left at Lucy’s mercy. Ignoring the confrontation might have meant that, if she had wanted to speak with Yuka ever again, she’d have to address Lucy’s slightly more rounded breasts or plumper buttocks. A confrontation between a human and a diclonious usually meant the death of the human, and usually via digestion.
Kouta looked from Lucy to Yuka, trying to figure out what had just transpired from their facial expressions. They’d been arguing about something, he knew that much.
“Kouta, I have something you need to know.” Yuka said in a voice that made him feel suddenly on edge, “This is going to sound crazy but….. Nana showed me something. Lucy, Nana, they’re different. It’s not just there horns. They have hands Kouta, hands we can’t see! And Lucy-“ She turned to face her rival, “Lucy has used them for vile things.” She stuck a twitching, accusing finger in the diclonius’s face. Lucy fought the urge to lean forward and nip off the impudent girl’s fingertip. She’d let the whiny little human have her say. Kouta was here, and his opinion was the only one that mattered.
Kouta looked down at the ground in pained silence as Yuka continued her tirade. When she was finally finished denouncing Lucy she turned to the boy, panting lightly, “and now she doesn’t want to leave. She has some sort of sick infatuation with you. I, I don’t know what to do Kouta. I’d call the police but she might…” Yuka shrugged helplessly, at a loss for words.
“Yuka….. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you. I knew about Lucy’s past.”
Yuka gasped horrified. How was that even possible? How did he find out? When? And why hadn’t he said anything? She’d been afraid Kouta might look at her like she was crazy and brush off her accusations of Lucy being an multi handed serial killer as crazy talk, or the result of an overly active imagination. Yet it had never even occurred to her that he might actually already know the truth. Lucy was staring over at her. Her lips weren’t curled up in a smile but there was something in her eyes that made her look triumphant. Yuka gritted her teeth.
“Remember the incident that occurred at the bridge more than a week ago, the one involving the military?” Kouta told her everything. About how Lucy had had to kill to defend herself, and how she’d used her vectors to shield him from bullets (when the paramilitary forces had written him off as collateral damage). The only thing he didn’t mention was his childhood link to Lucy. He didn’t think Yuka was ready for the revelation. He also wasn’t sure how she’d react to the knowledge Lucy had killed her uncle and cousin, or to how she’d react when she found out that her presence at the fair was what prompted the murders in the first place.
“Lucy has been tortured horribly, treated like a guinea pig. We can’t just send her away when she needs help. Besides, Lucy is Nyuu, a member of this household and- “
“Lucy is NOT Nyuu! You can’t even compare the two! Tell him Nana; tell him what you told me! Show him your arms and legs! Let him see what Lucy did to you.”
Kouta turned to the younger diclonius, confused. Nana stared back at the three of them meekly. This wasn’t what she wanted when she’d confessed to Yuka, but it was probably what she should have expected. Finally, after giving it some thought she gave a weak nod. She made sure she was seated before she let her prosthetic limbs fall to the floor. Kouta watched, transfixed and horrified, as the sweet, innocent young girl’s legs and arms fell from her torso, as if they’d been sliced off by an unseen blade.
“God.” Kouta was finally able to pry his eyes away from the image. It reminded him of a past memory. One of limbs falling off, and splatter on the floor. The victim from his memory was not Nana though, but his sister. He buried his face into his hands shivering slightly.
Lucy was stricken. She wasn’t sure what to say or do, “K- Kouta.” She murmured to herself, pitifully, as she watched the boy’s reaction to Nana’s secret. She’d been unnecessarily cruel to the younger diclonius; Lucy realized that. Now, once again, her sins were catching up with her. Unable, or unwilling, to confront Nana and Kouta, Lucy did the only thing she could think of. It was the same thing she’d done those many years ago aboard the train. She ran. She ran out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door. Using her vectors to propel her forward she shot like a bullet into the trees. Tears ran freely down her face as she disappeared from view. Kouta cried out for her too wait but it was too late, she was gone.
………………
That night Kouta, Nana, and Mayu had set out to hunt for Lucy. Yuka remained at the household. After much arguing and discussion Kouta had convinced Lucy not to notify the authorities.
He, and the other two Inn residents, set out hunting for their missing friend. Nana was disappointed with the direction the conversation had gone but she wasn’t sorry. Yuka and Kouta had a right to the truth. That didn’t mean she didn’t feel anything for Lucy. On some levels she was a kindred spirit. She also owed her her life despite the fact that Lucy had deprived her of her limbs. Mayu too wanted Lucy to return home. She’d heard the same truths long before Yuka had but she was much more forgiving, and viewed Lucy as a close friend even if her feelings weren’t always reciprocated. The three friends split up and began combing the streets in the hopes that one of them would be able to locate their missing housemate.
Somewhere, down a dark deserted alleyway, Lucy sat silently sobbing.
“You’re a liar, Kouta would never accept a filthy monster like you.” Yuka was shaking with emotion. She’d wanted to initiate the conversation peaceably. To go into it with a controlled temper and well chosen words, mostly for safeties sake, but Lucy’s obvious lies were testing her patience. Now she couldn’t even pretend to be civil. Why did this freakish psychopath have to wind up in THEIR home, and why was she so infatuated with Kouta?! Even though it was true, he’d spent a great deal of time with her, she’d been Nyuu then. Did she even have those memories, or had the obsessive and unpredictable girl simply decided she wanted him after their first ‘real’ meeting? Yuka didn’t know, but it really didn’t matter. Only one thing really mattered, and that was getting her out.
“This is my families house, mine! You’re not welcome here anymore. If you leave now I promise not to call the police. But that means you need to get your butt out the door right now! I could overlook the horns, but how could I possibly let a murderer live under my roof?…. Just leave…. NOW!!! GO!!!!”
Lucy closed her eyes letting the shrill girl’s cries wash over her. Things had taken a turn for the decidedly worse. She’d fought armies to be by Kouta’s side again, to ask for forgiveness rather then try to fulfill her natural urges to infect and devour. Much to her amazement, though he said he wouldn’t be able to forgive her, he’d told her he wanted her to remain by his side. She’d caused him so much suffering but he’d also been able to recognize the pain and horrors she’d confronted. She’d steeled herself for the worst possible outcome but it hadn’t manifested. Kouta loved Nyuu and the little girl she’d been, he wanted her to stay. So she would. Lucy wouldn’t allow his incestuous little cousin to stand in her way.
What could she do though? She couldn’t hurt the girl, at least not physically. Yuka had been that catalyst that had led to the deaths of Kouta’s family. She couldn’t simply be discreetly dealt with. And there was a part of her that wanted to change, for Kouta’s sake. So what now? She was being told to leave and not to return. How could she possibly convince the snotty little brat to ignore her past? Did her beloved Kouta even hold that much sway with the obnoxious girl? Lucy rarely felt helpless. Violence was easy to fall back on and, despite what some would have you believe, violence is a good remedy for most problems. This was one scenario, however, where Lucy couldn’t rely on her powerful vectors or corrosive stomach juices.
“Hey, what’s going on in here? I saw Mayu eavesdropping in the hall.” Kouta walked into the room with an easy smile on his face.
“Kouta?!!!” Both girl’s exclaimed, shocked and embarrassed to have him walk in on their conversation.
Nana trailed behind him looking very embarrassed. After telling (and showing) Yuka the truth, she’d decided to monitor the inevitable conversation from a distance. She owed Yuka, Mayu, and Kouta a lot, and she had decided she’d protect them from Lucy despite the fact Lucy had saved her life the night papa died. She just couldn’t allow her new generous, and kind, friends to be left at Lucy’s mercy. Ignoring the confrontation might have meant that, if she had wanted to speak with Yuka ever again, she’d have to address Lucy’s slightly more rounded breasts or plumper buttocks. A confrontation between a human and a diclonious usually meant the death of the human, and usually via digestion.
Kouta looked from Lucy to Yuka, trying to figure out what had just transpired from their facial expressions. They’d been arguing about something, he knew that much.
“Kouta, I have something you need to know.” Yuka said in a voice that made him feel suddenly on edge, “This is going to sound crazy but….. Nana showed me something. Lucy, Nana, they’re different. It’s not just there horns. They have hands Kouta, hands we can’t see! And Lucy-“ She turned to face her rival, “Lucy has used them for vile things.” She stuck a twitching, accusing finger in the diclonius’s face. Lucy fought the urge to lean forward and nip off the impudent girl’s fingertip. She’d let the whiny little human have her say. Kouta was here, and his opinion was the only one that mattered.
Kouta looked down at the ground in pained silence as Yuka continued her tirade. When she was finally finished denouncing Lucy she turned to the boy, panting lightly, “and now she doesn’t want to leave. She has some sort of sick infatuation with you. I, I don’t know what to do Kouta. I’d call the police but she might…” Yuka shrugged helplessly, at a loss for words.
“Yuka….. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you. I knew about Lucy’s past.”
Yuka gasped horrified. How was that even possible? How did he find out? When? And why hadn’t he said anything? She’d been afraid Kouta might look at her like she was crazy and brush off her accusations of Lucy being an multi handed serial killer as crazy talk, or the result of an overly active imagination. Yet it had never even occurred to her that he might actually already know the truth. Lucy was staring over at her. Her lips weren’t curled up in a smile but there was something in her eyes that made her look triumphant. Yuka gritted her teeth.
“Remember the incident that occurred at the bridge more than a week ago, the one involving the military?” Kouta told her everything. About how Lucy had had to kill to defend herself, and how she’d used her vectors to shield him from bullets (when the paramilitary forces had written him off as collateral damage). The only thing he didn’t mention was his childhood link to Lucy. He didn’t think Yuka was ready for the revelation. He also wasn’t sure how she’d react to the knowledge Lucy had killed her uncle and cousin, or to how she’d react when she found out that her presence at the fair was what prompted the murders in the first place.
“Lucy has been tortured horribly, treated like a guinea pig. We can’t just send her away when she needs help. Besides, Lucy is Nyuu, a member of this household and- “
“Lucy is NOT Nyuu! You can’t even compare the two! Tell him Nana; tell him what you told me! Show him your arms and legs! Let him see what Lucy did to you.”
Kouta turned to the younger diclonius, confused. Nana stared back at the three of them meekly. This wasn’t what she wanted when she’d confessed to Yuka, but it was probably what she should have expected. Finally, after giving it some thought she gave a weak nod. She made sure she was seated before she let her prosthetic limbs fall to the floor. Kouta watched, transfixed and horrified, as the sweet, innocent young girl’s legs and arms fell from her torso, as if they’d been sliced off by an unseen blade.
“God.” Kouta was finally able to pry his eyes away from the image. It reminded him of a past memory. One of limbs falling off, and splatter on the floor. The victim from his memory was not Nana though, but his sister. He buried his face into his hands shivering slightly.
Lucy was stricken. She wasn’t sure what to say or do, “K- Kouta.” She murmured to herself, pitifully, as she watched the boy’s reaction to Nana’s secret. She’d been unnecessarily cruel to the younger diclonius; Lucy realized that. Now, once again, her sins were catching up with her. Unable, or unwilling, to confront Nana and Kouta, Lucy did the only thing she could think of. It was the same thing she’d done those many years ago aboard the train. She ran. She ran out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door. Using her vectors to propel her forward she shot like a bullet into the trees. Tears ran freely down her face as she disappeared from view. Kouta cried out for her too wait but it was too late, she was gone.
………………
That night Kouta, Nana, and Mayu had set out to hunt for Lucy. Yuka remained at the household. After much arguing and discussion Kouta had convinced Lucy not to notify the authorities.
He, and the other two Inn residents, set out hunting for their missing friend. Nana was disappointed with the direction the conversation had gone but she wasn’t sorry. Yuka and Kouta had a right to the truth. That didn’t mean she didn’t feel anything for Lucy. On some levels she was a kindred spirit. She also owed her her life despite the fact that Lucy had deprived her of her limbs. Mayu too wanted Lucy to return home. She’d heard the same truths long before Yuka had but she was much more forgiving, and viewed Lucy as a close friend even if her feelings weren’t always reciprocated. The three friends split up and began combing the streets in the hopes that one of them would be able to locate their missing housemate.
Somewhere, down a dark deserted alleyway, Lucy sat silently sobbing.
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