Police Chief Takatomi took a sip of his morning coffee, letting it sit in his mouth and fight off the cold of a bitter January morning before turning his attention to the task at hand. Crossing under the yellow tape, Takatomi begrudgingly permitted the detective in charge to brief him...though the poor man's face already had.

"It's...mph... it's just as you said sir...they were...the...BLAAARGH!!!" The detective lost his breakfast as the Chief pressed on towards the sheet metal shed.

Blood splattered the sand outside the shed, presenting the tamest aspect to the massacre. Inside the shed, three college age boys lay in bloody pieces. Their arms cut off at the elbows, their torsos cut off at the stomach and spilling their entrails, and only one severed head left intact, the other two were pulped.

Takatomi squeezed his cup of coffee. It was one of them. One of those....things! "Make sure the press doesn't get a word of this. I need to make a call."

An urgent hand snatched a phone from its hook with an audible clunk. "Yes?...Where?...I see.... We'll handle this immediately." The phone was returned to its rest as the Chief Director of the Vector Research Facility came to terms with his grim reality. Another Diclonius had surfaced. Another threat to humanity that would bare the visage of a young girl, the visage of his daughter, that he would have to put down.

Chief Director Kurama pulled out his personal cell and speed dialed a number as he turned and left his office. "Assemble a search party, we've got another one."

"Ah, so these are called 'fingers' then." Sunset clarified to herself while wiggling the aforementioned digits. "And you're not lying to make me a fool right?"

No! No, I swear it's the truth! Please!!" Cried the young woman Sunset had suspended in the air. The two of them stood surrounded by the bloody pieces of three other humans in the teenager's small home, so she knew better than to question the insane woman who kept asking her for basic information.

It had been ten hours since Sunset came to this world, in that time she's hardly slept a wink for the sheer excitement of experimenting with her new powers.

She's discovered that she has four magical tendrils with these 'hands' on them, and that she can use them to leap vast distances and shield herself...she was very thankful for that last one.

Her second killing was another group of thugs, but this time one of them was armed with a small handheld cannon. If the first shot hadn't missed her, she wouldn't have known to protect herself.

She's been more cautious with her killings since the first, though she hasn't heard anything about the bodies being discovered... maybe it's normal around here.

Now, she was trying to gain information on this new world of hers, and the 'humans' she shared it with. "Now, I heard you refer to our language as 'Japanese'. Where does that come from?"

"..W-well...we-we're in Japan." The girl stuttered.

"Ah, is that a State, Country, or the World?" Sunset inquired.

"Wuh-" The girl's question was cut short by the sound of broken glass.

Sunset turned to the sound and registered an armored human leveling a cannon at her as more glass broke along with wood.

Sunset flung the girl into the first human warrior and ran for the door, unsurprised to find three more leveling cannons at her...but she was too close.

The three humans fell to pieces, their armor useless against Sunset's magic. However, the sheer numbers caused a tremor of concern to ripple through Sunset's being.

Two more humans leveled cannons from outside the door as another group came from behind her. Thinking fast, Sunset used two of her tendrils to launch herself skyward while the other two shredded the ceiling above her.

Landing on the roof reduced the number of humans attacking her, but not completely. The humans outside the home immediately opened fire on her. Sunset backpedaled, shocked at how many projectiles these military cannons could launch at her and uncertain if her tendrils could block them all, especially when the group inside started shooting up through the ceiling and only missed her by fortune.

Launching herself from the roof into the backyard, Sunset only found a large group of humans waiting for her. Now that she was in free fall, all Sunset could do was put all her focus into blocking the storm of tiny cannonballs and hope she made it to the ground.

Fortunately for her, her magic made that almost comically easy. The tiny cannonballs bounced off her tendrils like raindrops on an umbrella. Concern turned to vengeful excitement as Sunset landed in the middle of the group and started slaughtering them, laughing maniacally at the sheer euphoria of being powerful in a world of weaklings.

But Sunset didn't let this blind her. There were still a lot of them, but she had a plan. Grabbing two blood soaked cannons in her tendrils, Sunset emptied their contents into the humans chasing her as she ran through the suburban area.

When her weapons ran dry, the humans broke cover and started shooting at her again, but they had stopped coming from every single direction. They must be running out of bodies.

Kurama was shocked still for a moment. Not because the Diclonius was abnormally powerful or slaughtering his strike team, he had gotten used to such carnage, but because as the Diclonius leapt from the house, he got his first real look at her.

Two weeks ago, Kurama tracked down and put away the Diclonius Queen, the first of their race that the General Director had named 'Lucy', but this Diclonius appeared older than the first by at least three years. Even accounting for sipilets, this was abnormal. It needed to be reported.

Sunset was grateful that she had taken a vacation to Manehattan last year. Equestria's most futuristic city is the only reason she recognized the manhole she passed on her way to the house she'd chose to sleep in. She still wasn't too pleased about hiding in the sewers like a rat, but there were too many soldiers.

Did it really take them this long to find the bodies? I guess they were a little out of the way. Sunset thought to herself.

Pulling open the manhole, Sunset dropped into the sewer and broke her fall with two of her tendrils to keep her feet out of the sewer while two more replaced the manhole cover before anyone saw her.

The water sloshed as her tendrils carried her like long legs. She kept her real legs tucked into her body, hoping the disgusting water wouldn't stain her.
Worthless apes, I'll get you for this!

She considered going out the first manhole she saw, but thought better of it and carried on until she found another one.

Slowly lifting the lid, Sunset Shimmer peeked out to look around and make sure there weren't any soldiers. Satisfied that there weren't, she climbed out of the sewers and took a second to think.
I could make a run, but I have nowhere to go except...

Sunset shook her head. She wasn't going back. Not yet, not after one day! Besides, she was better than this. She was better than them! Those... Those...BITCHES!!! Sunset recalled the word the first humans used to describe her when they thought she was inferior. They were wrong! Everypony was wrong! And she was going to prove it.

"...Yes sir...I understand." Kurama gripped his cellphone like he was trying to break it. The General Director had just ordered him to take this specimen alive, and they had already lost sight of her along with a dozen men. There were only 18 SAT troops left, and they only found her because she had deigned to throw half a teenager out the window as the search party was combing the area.

He had a backup plan, but he didn't want to rely on it, but they had to track her down before she killed agai-"HEY BITCHES!!!"

Kurama turned just in time to duck as two manhole covers shot into the group of armed men. One of which lodged itself into the transport van and evidently threw a spark into the vehicle's oil or gasoline, resulting in an explosion.

Kurama was dazed, despite the ringing in his ears, he could still hear the muffled sounds gunfire, screaming, and the tearing of flesh and bones. Then there was silence.

Kurama fought to his feet and pulled a handgun, determined to go down fighting against this monster. Then he saw her.

Kurama froze. He had seen Diclonii be cold and uncaring, he had seen them crazed and mentally broken, but he had never seen one so cruel as this one. It was watching him struggle! With an amused smirk no less! There was no moral debate like the incident with Lucy. This creature was pure evil!

Kurama raised his gun, already aware that it was pointless. He was proven right when one of the monsters vectors shot out and crushed his pistol...along with the hand holding it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kurama cried out in pain. And the Diclonius started laughing. "Oops. Sorry, I didn't realize you were so fragile."

Kurama stifled his pain with anger. "You-grk!!" He felt an invisible hand close on his throat and lift him off his feet. "Listen up... human, my name is Sunset Shimmer! And your world is mine now! So you go tell whoever's in charge to get off my throne, and maybe, I'll let her live as my servant."

Kurama barely registered the childish name and display, this Diclonius was out it's mind! But this was his only chance to get out alive. "Yes! Okay! I'll tell them!!"

"Good boy." The Diclonius calling itself Sunset smirked as she dropped Kurama and mosied on back to the suburban home she had planned to stay the night in... before turning towards the second transport van. "Hmm, I think it'll help my victory sink in if you have to walk."

Kurama's blood ran cold as the van was lifted into the air. "Wait! STOP!!" But it was too late, the van slammed hard into the ground once! twice! thrice! And then struck the ground a forth and final time, rendering the vehicle useless.

"Ooh, was that expensive? Too bad bitch! Ah-hahahahahahahahaaa..." Sunset cackled to herself as she walked into the house.

Kurama pulled himself up and ran to the destroyed van, pulling the back doors open and hoping for a miracle.

Reality...is often disappointing. The young girl that the strike team had rescued had been tossed around inside the van like a ragdoll. Her body laid twisted in an unnatural shape. And all Kurama could do was promise to make this monster suffer...by any means necessary.

Author's Note

This chapter took some thinking, I originally intended to have Sunset captured in this chapter rather than the next one...but the paramilitary faction of Elfen Lied is notoriously bad at their job.

Spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen Elfen Lied: The Researchers deduced that you required tungsten steel 50 cal rounds to punch through a Diclo's vectors years before Lucy escaped in Episode 1, but they continue to favor automatic MP5s like throwing a million tennis balls is gonna do the damage of a cannon.

So yeah, staying true to the lore earns Sunset one more chapter of running wild before she gets got, but when that does happen...I have a question for my viewers.

You see, when I originally planned this story, I had intended for Sunset's three year vacay in the Vector Research Facility to put the fear of God in her and send her running back to Celestia after I give her a way to escape. This would lead to Luna learning of the Diclonii through Sunset's nightmares and going to free them as a juiced up Diclonius whose naturally as powerful as Lucy's Final Rage at the end of the manga.

That's one way this fic could go, but as I started writing the first chapter, I wondered...what if Sunset didn't break? What if she doubled down on trying to conquer the world after escaping, and went back to Equestria to steal Twilight's Tiara like she did in Equestria Girls, thus prompting Celestia to Twilight and Spike into this shit show alone like in EG!?

I'm fine either way, and might even write the other way months/years later. So for now, I'm putting it to a vote. Leave a comment which way you would rather I took this story.

Until then, I'll see you all in the next one. Peace!