Hello Commander! Fellow Agent Pixie ready for duty! Here is my Elfen Lied fanfiction 'Purple 31'. Thought I'd do one of my top favorite animes eh? Well I am this is #4, I just didn't add It because that was top 3, and the forum said 'write you're top 3 favorite animes' or was that books… Well anyhow, I command- I mean hope that you enjoy this fanfiction. Since this is my first fanfiction of the sight I request you're opinions, but please don't bash the story horribly or I'd have to dismiss you. And I don't want to dismiss you! I'd be sad and drift off, tarnishing my perfect mission record. Now, this story is good for after a successful mission, so enjoy!

Mission: Enjoy~!

Purple 31

Chapter One

She sat nailed, chained to the wall, and she smirked and looked up at the screen. Behind that screen we're the monsters that kept her here. Saying to them-selves she was the monster. More like convincing themselves.

They we're killers and torturers no matter how you looked at it. She never did anything to deserve this. She was a good little girl… she, she…

A metal ball hurled itself at her, and she deflected it with her vector. She was a successful quick diclonius and they always used bigger metal balls and faster ones every new experiment. Thankfully today none of them had hit her…yet. She needed one or two to hit her, to make it seem she was… average and not a threat. They thought she had two measly vectors.

She almost wanted to giggle to herself; she almost did, before a heavy, cold ball hit her face. She slid to the ground, her ribbons shuffling. She wore ribbons as clothes, white ribbon that covered her whole sever-year old body.

She had been in this facility for four years, and her memory of being three, two, and one we're blissful. She had been in an orphanage, but at least she had one friend. And that was Sunni. Sunni was cheerful, and fun, she had hair of the color of sunrise, and light innocent blue eyes.

She doubted she had innocent eyes. After being in this… 'Facility'.

The memories with Sunni pulled her through this place, barely. Mushy, icky, food, Horrifying experiments, cold cells, and the injuries.

Blood trickled down her head, slowly dripping off her pale face, it only seeing the light of florescent light-bulbs for four years. Slowly getting up, she deflected the next ball with her vector, it only being an inch from her face when it was tossed away. Biting on her lip, she closed her light lazuli eyes, and sighed as she looked up at the cannon and blurry screen, it was a window so the 'scientists' could see in.

She was a young but tough diclonius, and she wanted out of this place. But she couldn't bring herself to kill, Sunni would never want that.

A memory of two big blue innocent eyes flashed in her eyes, and her head stayed firm as she glared up at the window.

She wanted out, and she was getting out, looking up, she slid out 5 vectors from her pale ribbon-covered back, and dared them to thrown another ball. She'd show them she didn't just have… two measly vectors.

And this diclonius's name was Purple. Not Number 31.

"Sir…" The secretary muttered, standing in the office of the new Chief, since the last Chief had an 'accident'.

"What?" He stiffly asked, looking at the new files of the most recent test subjects, glancing up he saw his new secretary, . She had dark black hair in a bun, and piercing hazel eyes. He had brown hair, and serious merciless dull brown eyes.

"Th-theres b-been a new report on Number 31." She stuttered. He glared and made a motion with his hand for her to continue on this new report.

"Well… it's pretty serious. We all knew Number 31's different from all the dicloni from her purple hair and eyes, different from the other pink hair, and crimson eyes. But she also may be different in power too. The scientists s-say-"She glanced wildly at the report and whispered.

"That she has… 12 vectors or possibly more." He glared at her and said:

"I didn't hear you Miss. Okisaki." He stated dully. She sighed and forced out:

"Number 31 has 12 her possibly more vectors sir!" said. He looked at her narrowed his eyes.

"And they haven't noticed this…?" He asked sternly.

"Well it seems that she was hiding her real potential, it's happened in the facility before."

"I know. Has her meter reach changed to?" He asked briskly getting up.

"About 6 meters sir." She said. He glared.

"It used to be 1 meter…" She said softly. He glared harder.

"Then she's more than dangerous. We'll have to put her on lock-down, even though she doesn't seem to have had any accidents before. We'll maybe even have to 'erase' her." He said, walking to the door and opening it, followed him down the hall as he walked down the white halls and passed many patrolling guards.

Going to the door labeled 'Testing Chambers Number 31' he opened the door and walked coldly in.

The scientists looked warily at him and he went up to the window to see Number 31. She had been put in a strait-jacket, or more like body suit, and she had a silver helmet on. She also had a big border circle around her, going 6 meters all around. It was a familiar transporting unit. He coldly sighed. He knew how much Number 31 was so successful for many experiments in the recent files these four years. Now a perfectly good test subject shows her potential and his forced into lock-down.

Looking at her, he almost felt she was smirking under that helmet. But why would she? She would be in the dark for the rest of her possibly short life-

His eyes shot opened and looked straight at the purple haired girl.

"Quick, her meter range isn't 6, its larger-"He was too late, one of the guards was smashed against the wall, and chaos ensued.

Purple's P.O.V

She felt no regrets even if she had killed him. Yes, if she had killed him she would be ashamed, but not guilty, he was working for the monsters. Her long vectors snatched the key off the bleeding guard and she un-locked the new strait-jacket.

She heard a *slam* as the white facility door opened. And seeing through the holes in her silver helmet, she saw ten guards with machine guns pointing right at her.

She felt the ribbons sway as she cut through the diameter of the metal border unit. Looking at the guards she cut through them. Slamming some against the wall, and cutting some of their legs off, hopefully they'd live. Picking up ten machine guns with ten of her vectors, she walked out of the door, and walked out into the hall-way.

The hall-way led to an elevator and she walked up to it, slamming guards onto the walls, and cutting through others. Shooting some too. Dropping the guns, she pressed her real pale finger on the one. She had been taught basic education from the scientists whenever they threw mush at her, or when they thought she'd at least need some education to work in the tests.

Waiting in the elevator was boring, and she tilted her head side-to-side as catchy old music was on the cracking elevator speakers. She prepared herself for an army of guards as she walked out of the elevator, and she saw the army.

At least fifty guards had assault guns, rifles, and ultimately, very powerful guns aimed at her. Glaring she took out twelve vectors as she waited for the guns to fire.

A standoff really.

Looking at them, she noticed the Chief he was one of the big-bosses in this darn facility. He gave the commands for the torturing or death of her fellow dicloni. She'd make him suffer, but not now. Right now her only goal was escape, and freedom.

The guns fired, and she deflected the bullets, her nimble body not even getting a scratch. She giggled softly as the guards ran out of bullets, and she slashed through them, slamming all of them un-conscious on the wall. Except, the Chief. She wanted him to suffer by himself.

Walking past him, she stopped to look at him, and stared at the hatred in his eyes.

"You didn't attend to kill any of the guards…" He muttered.

She blinked innocently under the helmet and she looked up at the tall man. Smiling under the helmet she simply replied:

"I'm not evil. You're the evil ones." She said softly in a childish way. Pointing it out like the up-most obvious thing in the world. He only stared at the wall.

"Why didn't you attack me?" He almost muttered to himself. She walked away and looked back:

"Because, you will suffer all by yourself." She replied, walking through the door, and slashing the security wall. Her vectors showing off their un-believable strength. Walking out the door, she glanced up at the blue side, and quickly sprinted away from the facility towards the ocean.

'I don't want to be sniped! It would be stupid to walk slowly…' She thought as she sprinted to a cliff, and looked at the ocean, summoning her vectors, she dived into the ocean, searching for land and freedom.

Chiefs P.O.V

He cursed as the girl just missed the sniper's bullet.

"What-what are we going to do now?" The sniper-guard asked.

"Obvious, we're going to hunt her down and capture her. And figure out, how powerful of a dicloni she really is…" he muttered.

The girl's freedom would disappear really soon.

'I'll get you, Number 31.' He thought as he walked out of the room, and planned the dicloni hunt.

Oh no! Purple, you're going to be hunted! But on the good side, you're very powerful, and you've achieved her freedom! But for how long…? I hope you've enjoy this story so far, and I'm excited to finish my next couple of missions to come back and write the second chapter. This is rated T, it's not too graphic but it suggest blood and violence. You probably already saw the T. But I've written this pointless thing in my Author's Report anyway! Now, I really do hope the stories okay, and bearable. This isn't really going by the manga; I did say this was one of my top favorite anime not manga. But I wonder what will be on this seven year olds journey… I really enjoy writing this story and I've been anticipating it ever since I thought of the idea. And now I've made this account to share this blooming story with you, so for the billionth time I hope you enjoy this. Now was your mission a success? Mine was!

Mission: Successful

How about yours?

*Salutes* Bye Commander!

- Agent Pixie