{ I'd really love to do this.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes...
↳ ȡєɔʆɒɳ ɳσяɱɒɳ βʊяяσωϛ →→→ ☠
The young diclonius whimpered, shivering in the cold rain as he sat on the beach. Declan looked like any other human...except for his horns. They stuck out quite obviously against his dark hair due to their white shade. The horns weren't very pointed at all. In fact, they could have easily been mistaken for cat ears. Yes, they may have looked cute now, but Declan wasn't as innocent as he seemed. Diclonii were notorious killers. And this one was no different.
Declan started to cry as a loud boom of rolled overhead. The boy, nude and injured, just curled up in a small ball in the wet sand. He'd just escaped from a lab that had been holding him and using him as an experiment. A knock to the head seemed to cause him to forget all killer instincts and the trama he'd experienced. Now the young diclonius was about as dangerous as a small kitten. He'd never survive on his own, now. People were looking for him. They wanted to destroy him...
This can't be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy...
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy...