Okay, so here is the first chapter, I hope it is enjoyable. Elfen Lied is owned by Lynn Okamoto and this disclaimer applies to all chapters thereafter.

Based in the year 2050, many things in the world have changed. All diclonii are believed to be dead after the Diclonius War and humans continue on with their merry lives. Unfortunately or fortunately, depends on how you look at it, this is not true. An evil organization has begun to create Diclonius girls and train them to become weapons. This story takes place in the point of view of a young defective Diclonius, Number 08.

Author's notes will remain at the end of the story from now on.

Number 08

Number 08's small frame sat on an overly used cot as she scanned the room with her dark dull eyes, trying to find a way to occupy her time until they came to retrieve her. The girl stared blankly at the wall and mulled over her thoughts quietly, her feet occasionally brushing the cold grey floor beneath her. Their weapons were not allowed any social interaction whatsoever, only to communicate through an intercom or through an AI on a computer screen for educational purposes.

Said computer was placed just on the other side of the room opposite of where the small girl was sitting. Everything was voice controlled, including her educational programs. A small desk placed in front of the screen that was embedded into her pale wall. The chair sat at an angle, almost asking her to sit back down to study some more.

They'd not only stripped them of social activities, but also performed a type of brain surgery to alter their over-sized pineal gland. After years of practice, they've finally almost 'perfected' the surgery. This pineal gland was the source of a Diclonius' power in the first place. Unfortunately for Number 08, they had messed up. That's all they had told her.

'We messed up' or 'Number 08 is defective.'

Though she knew not how they'd messed up, everything seemed fine to her. Apparently it was in attempt to better control her but since it didn't work, she was deemed a failure. Useless.

Number 08's slender fingers reached up and rubbed the very top of her forehead where her scar lay. Sometimes it would get itchy. It was right on the hairline, barely visible, but it was most definitely there.

She then relaxed her muscles, her arm falling limply at her side. Her movements seemed almost delayed, like she was lazy. Number 08's white hair shifted back and covered her forehead.

They had said it was done for a purpose. But what purpose was it for? Why did they cut into her skull and mess with her brain? Did they need to cut something out for another one of their experiments? It was definitely something she wanted to find out. Number 08 didn't like not knowing things. Especially if these things pertained to her own well-being.

The humans always talk about how they wanted to better their kind. So they'd engineered her themselves so that they could control her.

'Control me for what purpose? What exactly do they have in mind?'

She was born from a test tube, as was other of her kind. She knew not of her surrogate mother that allowed her growth and entrance into this world. Little was mentioned of the 'mothers' that helped in the creation of her kind. Just that a seed was implanted into their uterus and allowed to grow to a certain point before being extracted and put into a glass aquarium filled with slime and who knows what else.

Something called the 'Diclonius War' had happened quite awhile ago, and that was where her specie had originated. Diclonius. A naturally born diclonius, in which they called the 'Queen' could infect human males so that they could pass on their mutant gene.

Then, horned children would be born as a result. Original diclonii had horns, she did not. She knew not if that was the case for others, because she had yet to see any other of her specie.

Diclonius had specialized telepathic-like abilities that come in the form of extra arms. These arms could extend extremely far, depending on the individual. Strength also varied. Some could only lift themselves, others could crush cars just by swinging their 'arms'.

She knew of this from the monitors in the room next to hers. Pictures would sometimes be displayed and snippets of their conversations heard. Original Diclonii were nonexistant, she knew.

Once she was old enough she'd go through the rigorous training that they had planned for her. She only knew of this because they had her go over her upcoming schedule over the computer. Everything was performed over the computer. Everything. She'd never seen a human up close in her life, besides the time that her blindfold slipped off accidentally or the shadows moving on the other side of the glass. Their expressions sometimes seen. Number 08 knew how they looked, thanks to the pictures on the screen. But she had yet to converse face to face with one. Let alone one of her own kind.

"George, what day is it?" Number 08's voice sounded scratchy as she spoke to the AI on the other side of the room.

"Tuesday. August 2nd, 2050." An artificially generated voice answered her question. This was close to the only thing she had to interaction with anything considered 'intelligent'. She had never once in her life felt what grass felt like, nor did she know the feeling of what they called air or wind. Number 08 lived her life in this facility.

Number 08 started to run her slender fingers through a small lock of hair on the side of her face, almost petting it. She didn't necessarily hate humans, nor the scientists that held her. She didn't really feel anything, or so she thought. Her 'mood' almost always in a blank state as she observed the world around her. They hurt her, yes, but she didn't seem to care. It was all she knew, afterall. They called her names behind the glass and talked down about her. But again, this was all the small girl knew.

Number 08 could never understand emotions. They had explained to her over and over on the computer, looking through the dictionaries online about it but she could never get it. Some simple ones like, fear and hunger were obvious. However, any complex emotions like love, affection, anger and happiness were unknown to the young girl.

Emotions seemed to cloud ones judgment, she observed on more than one occasion. One man would often get angry and demand a certain test result, but in his fit of anger he would fail to realize his anger gets him nowhere and is a waste of time. These emotions were probably the reason for all of the problems in the world, humans were so emotionally driven. It would eventually lead to their untimely demise, she'd figured.

So what was the purpose of emotions? Why were they there in the first place? Was she even able to feel them? Is that why they had decided to be so cruel to her, treat her like an animal? No. Worse. Like vermin. Even worse than that. She was the lowest of low. She meant nothing. Nothing at all.

She stared at the grey tile beneath her unusually pale feet. It was shiny and clean. White. It was the only color that this place held, she knew of the other colors. But why the color white? It stained so easily. She remembered, how easily her blood would cover the walls of the experimentation room that she was transferred to every day. It was a wonder she was still alive, she was still moving.

To test her abilities, they would hurl objects at her to test just how strong she was. A barbaric method, really. One would think with all of the technological advances the humans have made, they would be able to develop a more efficient way to test her strength.

Number 08, was what one would call, a dummy. A tool that they tested their new medications and experiments on. They used her, making sure that it wouldn't have any nasty side effects for the more important test subjects. The stronger and more capable ones.

From what she remembers, they had talked about how a young woman had created a vaccine to rid her kind. To stop the Diclonius War. Then the scientist from this facility had found the research, re-engineered it and used it to create their own Diclonius children.

They were a new generation of Diclonius. Said to have been more efficient and able to train. Especially with their success with the brain surgeries. She'd heard of their second successful creation, Number 05, and about how she'd escaped and was MIA. Number 08 thought the humans incompetent for not foreseeing her eventual escape.

She was broke out of her thoughts when she heard the intercom click on and a filtered voice come through.

"Number 08, please stand on the opposite side of the room. Face in the other direction with your hands above your head."

Little did she know, security on Number 08 was extremely low, compared to that of others. Usually chained in a cell for long periods of times or locked in a strong, almost 'straight jacket' type of garb. They did not seem to do that to a select few of their experiments. The ones that were timid, obedient. The ones that were almost ready for training, to put it simply.

'What could they possibly be planning now?'

She pondered this, walking toward the door to open her dresser. She slipped on a white long sleeved t-shirt and some sweatpants that matched. Nothing ever changed around here. The same colors, same routine. Everything was the same. The clock in the corner stated it was 5 pm, and Number 08's educational sessions usually start around 6 am. She already had lunch, so what could they be up to?

"Understood." She replied to the intercom in her low monotone, walking to the other side of the room. She then put her hands above her head and faced the colorless wall. Not long after, she heard the door whoosh open. This signaled to her that the lock came undone, followed by some heavy footsteps.

'Heavy footsteps...longer strides. It seems to be a male, about 200 pounds? More than likely muscular with protective gear on.'

Over all the years being contained like this, born into this life. She learned to memorize the small sounds. A heavy helmet was put over her head, effectively blocking her line of sight. They'd started using helmets after her blindfold had fallen that day. Cold cuffs were attached to both of her wrists and the sound of electricity prominent inside of the round bands. They weren't like any normal 'handcuffs' used on humans.

Number 08 dropped her arms to both of her sides, feeling the metal bands pull themselves together making a loud 'CLINK'. They were almost like powerful magnets, only activated by the owners commands. She knew not of the mechanics behind these metal bands, but they were powerful and extremely useful. As they did not have to be taken off until she got back to her room.

"Do not fight back, do not use your vectors, listen to everything you are told. Failure to comply will result in termination. Am I making myself clear?" A man said in an aggressive tone, slipping a cold chunk of metal over her neck.

'click!'.

A collar? What use is this for? It just felt like a thick metal band that went around her neck, nothing more. So it probably wasn't that suspicious looking, one wouldn't expect it to be a shock collar.

"This will ensure you will not use your vectors against us. If they are pulled out, we will press a button and a shock will run through your body. It is extremely painful, and will not only disable your vectors but your mobility as well." The voice was coming from a few feet above her, confirming her conclusions on the size of the man. So that's what it was used for. Why had they not used it on her before? They've trusted her enough so that they didn't use much force on her.

"Affirmative." Number 08 replied loud enough for him to hear, her small voice echoing throughout her empty room. He roughly pulled her to make her start walking. As they were walking she could hear the

'Tap tap tap'

of his large boots, and her feet were bare so they were more like a slapping noise against smooth tile. She could feel the coldness of the floor, telling her that there hadn't been much activity in awhile. It seemed as though the compound was empty, no voices echoing throughout the corridors today. Usually it was pretty busy, so it was slightly unnerving to her.

What was this man going to do? She was interrupted from her thoughts by a yank on her cuffs, signaling for her to stop.

Number 08 felt him remove one of his hands from her and the sound of the chip scanner was heard, followed by a click, then a 'WHOOSH' of the door opening. She was then roughly pushed through a door where she met warmth. It fell onto her like a warm blanket. She could feel it on her face as well as her hair.

The temperature in this room was higher. Almost comforting. What was this? She could also feel it on her face, that same warmth washing over her and penetrating through her body.

The smell was different as well, and she couldn't quite put a name on it. It was refreshing. Was there also a fan in this room? The air was pushing against her hair, making it blow side to side, tickling her neck. Her thoughts were, again, cut off by the guard.

"Get in." He said in a stern voice, shoving her toward something. Number 08 hit her shin, making her grunt in pain. Though it was nothing compared to the large metal balls and sharp objects hurled at her on a regular basis. It didn't hurt that much, she reminded herself, biting back her whimper. She stepped up, the floor moved down with their weight. She figured that it was mainly the man that made it move downward, considering his size.

The floor bounced, as if trying to stabilize itself. He walked with her, his boots not making a loud noise. Barely a 'thud thud', this made her think that the room was even smaller than her room. Her feet weren't as cold, so it was warmer. No tile. Metal.

"Keep facing the other way, don't turn around until I've locked the door." He commanded loudly, while he pushed a button on the back of her helmet making it hiss as it released her and fell loudly to the ground in front of her. He didn't remove the collar though, that much she was slightly disappointed over. She looked up and down, the room was small. He moved away from her, the room was bouncing along with his weight, making her stumble slightly because her hands were still bound behind her back.

"Is Number 08 in the vehicle? We are late in transporting her to-" The door was shut, keeping her from hearing anymore of the conversation. Vehicle? Number 08 looked around, there was a bench and this vehicle was quite small. It seemed as though she were being transferred, perhaps to another facility? She knew that she was in the middle of America somewhere, though she knew not where.

All throughout the times she overheard them talking, she knew that there was a main building stationed in another country. Which one, she didn't know. That one building was responsible for all these 'weapons' being created all around the world.

The sound that emanated from the metal bands around her wrists came to a halt, releasing her from her captured state. She could now freely move her arms. Until, that is, they activated them again. She reached up and grabbed the helmet from the floor and set it on the bench.

Number 08 slowly sat down, feeling her shin throb from being knocked from earlier. The small diclonii then folded her thin hands on her lap. She stared at the wall in front of her, looking bored. Though she was far from bored. It was hard getting Number 08 to feel bored, she'd always occupy her time with thinking about things.

She thought things through before she'd act, a trait that not many of her kind had. Nonetheless humans, they were always so emotional. She was rarely told what was going on. But due to the bits and pieces she'd heard throughout the years, she was able to conclude many things about what they have done and were going to do to her.

There wasn't anything else in this room she was in, nothing. It was so empty. She remembered them talking every once and awhile about Number 05's escape about 10 years ago. Probably the reason for the extreme security precautions, she had thought.

If they'd let an experiment run rampant around the world unsupervised for that long, then they weren't really that intelligent were they? They had not only allowed her to escape and leave a significant dent in their research, but they cannot even find a single woman? Unless, of course, Number 05 was simply more clever than the humans. That thought made the white haired diclonii's lips twitch upward slightly.

Useless. They were so useless.

If Number 05 had killed that many, she at least had a reason right? Number 08 had always tried to avoid any types of violence, unless it was deemed necessary. Despite her kind having emotional and mental instability issues, she seemed almost normal. Almost.

She had always wondered why they were thinking about putting her on training programs, when she refused to kill. Cause pain to others. For some reason, her stomach would churn whenever she saw the fear or pain on another persons face. She'd seen it happen before, when her blindfold had fallen off that one time and she stared up at the guard.

Number 08 didn't think she was being intimidating, but the guard definitely thought so. His face had contorted into utter fear, followed by a string of profanities.

Am I really that monstrous?

It had been well over 2 hours, Number 08 still sat there looking at the wall. She was deep in thought about the on-goings of the humans to date. What were their thinking? What drove them to believe they could do these kinds of things? Did they not believe that it would come without consequence? Number 08 blinked lazily, soon after the sound of screeching tires could be heard from outside of the vehicle.

Now, it was hard to hear things because of the reinforced steel, but to be able to hear the screeching of tires must have meant it was a larger vehicle. What could be the problem?

The vehicle that she was currently in, started to swerve side to side causing her to fall off of the bench. Number 08 cringed from the sudden shot of pain that went throughout her arm from catching herself so suddenly. Her malnourished body tumbled onto the unforgiving metal floor, causing her to let out a grunt.

What's going on?

She pulled out her vectors, suspending herself off of the vehicle's floor and bracing for impact. The first thing she thought of was the car was out of control and about to crash and she hoped what she was doing would cushion the impact. Perhaps there was a pile up? Her invisible hands were holding the ceiling and floor, along with the walls.

Just as she had suspected, there was an impact on the left side of the vehicle she was in. The jarring motion created from the impact caused her head to ache and suddenly gravity seemed to shift. They were rolling.

Number 08 suspected they were in a high traffic area, considering there were many other loud crashes and squealing of tires that had followed.

'CRASH!'

The only thing she remembered was sitting upright with her ears ringing, her head felt like it was about to split in two. The vehicle was obviously on it's side, seeing as how she was now sitting on the wall. It is quite fortunate she had decided to use her vectors at that time. If not for that, she could have been fatally injured or perhaps killed.

Number 08 was sure that if it had been anyone else in her position they would have been screaming and crying. Though she felt that bubbling fear on the inside, she decided not to let it show. She mentally stuffed that emotion down as best she could, covering it up with her thoughts. The small girl pushed random observations into her head to get her mind off of the situation.

She was pretty used to physical pain. The humans and their useless experimentation, nothing would come out of it.

She lifted her hand up to her face, feeling a trickle of liquid come down. Blood. Yes, the crimson color was something she was quite used to. The sticky substance stained her fingers as she pulled her hand away from her face and examined it. Her arms and side felt heavily bruised, but no broken bones could be felt.

Number 08 sat with her knees tucked underneath her body, looking at the door she'd entered through. The collision seemed to have started from the front, and it was as if the second impact hit the driver's area. There might be casualties. No, there will be casualties.

She'd been sitting there for what seemed like a half and hour to an hour, though she was not sure. Number 08 was mainly focused on checking her body for any breaks or serious injuries. Fortunately there were none, just a few odd bumps and bruises. Alongside an open cut on her forehead, where she'd probably landed when she fell during impact.

"Is anyone in there? Hello?" She heard a male's muffled voice calling on the other side of the door. It was quite faint and she almost couldn't hear it.

"Yes." She called back, in her normal monotone, her head still ached from falling. Her voice felt raw, but from what?

It wasn't like she'd been screaming or anything, not like she used to when she was much younger. She remembered how raw her voice would get from screaming endlessly, only to get smiled upon like they enjoyed her wails for aid.

"Anyone in there? Hello?" It asked again, a bit more urgent this time. Number 08 blinked a few times, she may not have been loud enough.

"Yes, I am in here." She replied again, though her voice didn't seem to be loud enough for them to hear. She needed to do something to alert them of her presence.

"I don't think anyone could have survived that...I'm sorry." A different voice said to the first one. They both were male, she observed. Number 08 used a vector to pound on the door and make a loud noise so they could hear.

"Do you hear that knocking?" The first voice said, probably to the other one. "I think someone is in there!"

"Go get the equipment!" Number 08 waited for another few minutes until she heard them again.

"It's reinforced metal, we need to blow the lock." The man said, "Are you alright in there? Try to move away from the door! We will need to use explosives!" They didn't get a reply, though she did hear them she knew it wouldn't hurt her.

Knowing she was really weak, she backed up, pulling her vectors up for protection. Number 08's eyes flashed a deep red as she used her extra arms. A trait she'd always had, but didn't necessarily like. It was quite distracting. A minute or so later she heard a loud;

'BOOM!'

She waited for the smoke to clear putting her vectors away, she got a good view of who her rescuers were. Once they laid eyes on her, their eyes widened.

"Are you okay? What on earth were you doing back here?" A smaller man said, he had darker hair and he was wearing a bright orange vest.

'This is the first voice I heard, He's younger than the second man.' She noted as she turned and looked at the other guy who was also looking at her with wide eyes, he had stubble and his hair was also black but he was wearing glasses. He seemed a lot older, and taller too.

"My condition is acceptable." She replied slowly, as to not startle the men. In all the years she had been in the facility, she was feared. Hated. Did they know that she was a direct threat to their existence? Perhaps not, because that look in his eye was not out of fear.

It was darker outside, that explains why they are wearing this particular clothing. Number 08 stepped out of the vehicle and walked slowly towards the older man and paused where she was standing, just outside of the wreckage.

Number 08 looked up at the sky, the wind blew against her hair and made it sway back and fourth. Her usually dull eyes widened as she saw tiny little specks of light peppered in the dark sky. A rather large, bright, orb sat in the middle. The moon. The moonlight lit up her hair, making it look blueish. The small Diclonius couldn't seem to take her gaze off of the sky. She'd seen it in pictures before, but ….

'They look nice.' She thought to herself.

It was unbelievable. The night sky was hard to describe as she took in the sight for the first time in her life.

She would oftentimes study what the sky was made of, especially space and planets. Usually they would school her on the biological components of the earth and some geography, but she had specially requested them to send her some books on the stars. To which they really didn't care. Number 08 assumed they gave the books to her to keep her sane. Which she didn't understand either, she was completely fine. Well, in her mind, she was alright. To them, she was just a defective dummy.

"You were just in a horrible crash, aren't you at least a little bit shaken?" The older man asked softly while the younger one was calling over someone from an ambulance to check over her. Their actions seemed almost hesitant, as if she'd get scared of them. He must have noticed the red stain on the side of her face from the blood. Though she'd wiped it off awhile back, she was sure there was still remnants of the blood smeared on her face from her cuts.

"Letting your emotions take control will only result in your own demise." She replied plainly to the man, as she took her gaze off of the sky slowly to look at the man with her black eyes. It was then a woman came up to her and lightly tapped her arm.

"Excuse me, are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?" she asked Number 08, her hair was tied up in a knot and she was much older than anyone she'd ever seen in her lifetime. Although, being only 10 years old and raised in isolation her whole life, it was acceptable that she didn't know these little things.

"I am not in any serious need of medical attention." Number 08 answered the woman, with a deadpan stare. She didn't like interaction when she needn't do so in the first place. It bothered her.

"R-right...you have bruises though! Are you sure? I mean..Look at the car." She then looked over at the car she was just in. Number 08 looked back at the vehicle, seeing 3 others crashed into it.

'Seems as though it was as serious as I had originally thought.'

"What of the humans in the front?" She asked no one in particular. The men's expressions changed to curiousity. Humans? The woman, though, didn't seem to have noticed.

"I-I'm sorry...they didn't make it." The woman answered sorrowfully "I'm so sorry." She then repeated, shaking her head and staring at the ground. Her voice faded as she sighed, obviously stressed about the whole situation at hand.

"How unfortunate." Number 08 seemed to have replied unsympathetically, then looked at the men behind her. They seemed had gone back to talking seriously to each other. She looked back at the woman who had a mixture of emotions on her face. Confusion, Sorrow, and Pity? Why would she pity her? Number 08 heard footsteps behind her.

"What do you need, Sir?" She asked, not even turning around. The older woman in front of Number 08 was staring at her with a surprised expression.

"A-ah. Right. What is your name young lady? Do you have any parents?" A man asked, she turned around slowly to face a police officer, behind him were flashing lights of numerous ambulances and police vehicles in the distance. This made it difficult to focus in the dark.

"They call me Number 08, I do not know the current whereabouts of my parental figures." She looked up at the man, and tilted her head ever so slightly.

To her knowledge, she knew that normal civilians knew about the production of children like her. The Diclonius. Playing dumb may have been the best option at this point, as she didn't want to rise any suspicions. Worst possible scenario, she figured she'd die. Be exterminated for revealing anything, along with any other humans that knew of it because of her.

She didn't want that.

"Number 08? You don't have a name?" He asked curiously, raising his eyebrows to add effect.

"Number 08 is my name."

"Okay, well how old are you young lady?" He bent a bit lower to match her height, so he could see her eyes better. Number 08 didn't know what he was doing but it kind of made her feel uncomfortable. She shifted her weight a bit and replied.

"How old do I look?" She stood there motionless, almost frigid, wondering why this man was getting so close to her. From what it seemed, it was her that was almost fearful of them this time. The thought itself baffled her.

'Do people do this all the time?'

"About 10 or 11 years old? Could you please just answer me?" He smiled warmly pulling his hand up to pat Number 08 on the head.

"I was born in 2039, So your assumptions were correct." She looked the other way and backed up away from his hand, because he was getting too close for comfort. Number 08 had never experienced such kindness, such...such. What was that? It was different, seeing and experiencing these things. Why was he so nice to her?

Normally they would look at her with disgust on their face.

'How odd...'

"I'm going to have to bring you to the station with me, we need to talk to a lady I know. She might be able to help you." He explained to Number 08.

But what was with that tone of voice? From the videos she'd seen, it was almost as if he were talking to a dog.

A lady, he says? From what she remembers, if a child is orphaned or doesn't have a guardian, they would take them to a social worker to assign them to a guardian. Foster homes or adoption, in many cases an orphanage.

Number 08 felt like she wanted to hit the man and tell him he was an idiot for assuming she was a dog, though she refrained from doing so.

"You wouldn't be talking about a social worker, would you? Don't take me for an incompetent fool, just tell me what it is you want to say. Spit it out, human." She shot back, using words instead of physical violence. The man's face looked confused after what she had said, but soon went back to smiling kindly.

They are all the same, acting as if she were of lower intellect. Or worse, a pet. Vermin even. This man will be no different, it's probably one of those human games that they play. To trick one another. Number 08 had reasoned with herself, vowing not to get close to humans.

"You are right." He smiled some more, "You have quite a vocabulary there don't you?" He chuckled a bit and ruffled Number 08's hair. This action made a foreign emotion well up in her chest, making her eye twitch involuntarily. A sudden urge to swat the man's hand away arose but she bit it down. "Now just come with me, then." He held out his hand, she just looked down at it wondering what he wanted.

He looked at her confusedly and just shrugged it off and started to walk off to his squad car, Number 08 followed reluctantly, not too far behind.

I'd like to thank LunarSkies2383 for helping me with this story. Hes helped with sorting out my ideas and even gave me inspiration! Thank you so much. :D

Will introduce more characters over time and I'll try my best to make sure things don't get too confusing. If you are confused, review or send me a message and I'll try my best to explain. While reviews are wonderful, they aren't the only reason I write. So just because this story doesn't have many reviews, I will not be discouraged and stop writing. I'll write anyway. (I see a lot of writers won't continue to write their fanfictions simply because they don't get enough reviews. In my opinion, that's not right.)

If you have any plot suggestions or maybe even an OC of yours that you wouldn't mind me putting in here (Preferably a diclonius) please just put it in a review. She will likely be an escapee later on in the story.