Do I love writing or what? Here's the next major Elfen Lied story (Though more than likely not nearly as major as The Differences Stories were. Then again, that wasn't supposed to go beyond Cherished.) To keep a basic sense of location and idea, this story takes place in the same timeline as the Difference stories. (In this case, before the events of Differences) However, its still a separate story, showing another side of Differences you haven't seen yet.

For as long as she could remember, her entire life existed here. She was born here, in the white, pristine walls of Institution C. She was 88, she would always be 88. If she was anything else, she was Siplitet 88. This was home, these white walls which she lived in. The air she breathed and the food she ate, this was her home. It was her home, and the home of others, like her. Those who held the horns upon their head, all of them Siplitets.

But 88 liked to think that she had a name. A name worth having, and every day in that white room, with the whirring of the machines and the conversations of the scientist, she would think.

"I want a name…"

And she would think. She would think for as long as she could, to think of the most perfect and lovely name in the world. Oh how she wanted a name and not this number, a wretched unforgiving number. But she was 88, she would always be 88. She was just an experiment, one that was destined to live and die in this place. This was home, a dreadful personification of the horrors and tortures she had to go through. This was hell and they knew it, she knew it. She had limited knowledge on the outside world, she didn't know what the sun was, she didn't know what the moon was. She didn't know about cities or roads or the sky. She didn't know about the world outside of these walls.

Every once in a while one of the Directors from the other facilities would pay a visit. None of them mattered, they didn't care and truthfully some of them scared her.

88 was not alone though. She had friends in Institute C, other Siplitets who were just as eager to get out of this place. But there was no escape, there was none at all. This was home, until they died and nothing would change that. There was no change, it was the same thing, again and again. There was no leaving this place, just as there was no name for 88.

"I want a name…please."

She was Siplitet 88, infertile and plain. Her vectors were only 2 meters in length and she only had two. She never even used them, she never stopped a single iron ball the flew at her face, and she never got violent with the scientist. The director of Institute C, Doctor Von Jacques was not the usual director one would have known. The doctor treated them with respect and almost care, but he did treat them as experiments. He would talk to them all, especially her, 88. He would give them extra food, not just plain soup but real food.

What he did was wrong, all the tortures and experimentations, but he was kind. He was not a cruel man by any sorts, in fact he was like father to them. They all referred to him as the doctor, and whenever one of them was hurt or sad, he was talk to them. The doctor was a kind man, who didn't mock them or make them feel bad. But he did torture them, in these white walled rooms in the name of science and technology. Yes, he was a good man, but there was no denying that was the doctor did was wrong.

Which was why it was so hard to leave this place. 88 could hear the arguments with her other kind, her friends on what they should do. Some said they should kill the doctor, for doing what he did to them. But some said that he should live, that he was the only human who actually showed this sort of kindness to them. But 88 didn't want to leave, she wanted a name. She wanted a name to remember and go by, and not this number. She didn't hate the tortures, she hated being a number. Oh how she wished…oh how she so dearly wished to have a name.

But until then…

She was Siplitet 88.


"88..."

"Doctor?" She asked in her room, as Von Jacques entered the room. 88 was on her bed, a bed, more the reason to stay really. It was the only known Institution, as far as she knew, that allowed them to sleep on beds. It was the only place, where they were clothed and fed real food.

"It's time for you to get up." The doctor said kindly, putting a hand on her head. 88 stirred and got up, trying to keep her eyes awake. If only she could sleep a bit longer, but she had to listen to the doctor.

The doctor. A bald man of African/French nationality, tall but with a obvious belly. He wore a simple blue coat, pens in his pockets. He was also a kind man, more kind than most of the directors that was for certain. He treated them with respect and care, but it was still true…

He still experimented on them. It was like he was trying to give a reason for what he did. One time, 88 had asked the doctor why he did all of this to them. "Why? Why doctor? It hurts…"

"I know, I know it hurts."

"But why are you doing it?"

The doctor had sighed and closed his eyes. "You know what you are, 88?"

"A Diclonius. A Siplitet." She answered, knowing full well her species.

"That's right. Do you know what your capable of, your powers?"

"Our vectors?"

The doctor nodded. "Indeed. We do this to you, because your kind has been known to hurt people. So we have to be serious and harsh with you all."

"If I was…good…would you not hurt me?" She asked timidly. "Maybe…" He answered. So 88 made a promise never to hurt anybody, and obey the doctor while in the Institution. She believed, that as long as she never hurt anyone, she wouldn't be hurt in return. It was good, because the doctor did indeed make it easier on her. She was only experimented on once a week, for 15 minutes. When it was finished, she was giving extra servings of food. It was an equivalent exchange, her pain for later pleasure.


"I'll kill you!"

Shaking her head, 88 wished that 64 would stop that. Out of the Diclonius in Institution C, she was the most volatile of them all. She would yell obscenities at the doctor, guards and scientists. She even killed, in one particular moment she had put her vectors in one of their throats and had twisted their organs all around. She, 88 was not like her. She was good, and because of that, she was rewarded with pleasures after pain.

"Please 64...don't do this, I don't want your hatred or your regret." Von Jacques said, raising his hands in peace.

"Damn you! You don't know anything human!" The 6 year old girl screamed, banging on the vector proof walls. "Come here! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Despite her age, she had the cruelty of an adult.

"I can't do that. Please, calm down 64."

"My name isn't 64 you asshole!" She shrieked, looking almost demented right now. "I have a name, and its high time you started using it. Stupid human! It's Chelsea! Get it in your thick head!"

"Please…stop acting like this." 88 said, trying to reason with the enraged girl. Chelsea gave her companion a long look of loathing. "Stay out of this, no-named-bitch. You're just as bad ad the rest of them. Traitor! That's what you are, a freaking traitor."

"No I'm not…I…"

"Oh why bother talking to you 88? Nobody wants you, you're just a no-named-bitch. But I'm going to escape…I promise that. I'll kill everybody here if I have to do it."

Leaving no more time for answers, 88 and the doctor left for this days experimentation.


Doctor Von Jacques did not like to think himself as a torturer. He liked to think of himself as a friend, their one friend as it to show that there was a reason for all of this. He was the only one who cared, he was the only one who understood them. Or maybe he didn't…

He had to do what he did, because Diclonius were volatile creatures. He gave them love and attention, but they gave him hell. They killed his workers and planned to murder him. Him, he who raised them and helped them as if they were his own children. And what did they give him, this pain and selfish want to kill him.

And as much as he tried to be calm…

It was starting to get on his nerves.

"What do you want, doctor!" Chelsea spat as he faced her through the see through wall. The girl banged on the wall with her vectors, desperately wanting to get through towards him. "Come in here! Come here now you damn mad doctor!" She shrieked. There was little sympathy in Jacques' face at the moment.

"I'm going to ask you to calm down, 64."

"FOR THE LAST TIME MY NAME ISN'T 64!"

With a deep sigh, Jacques corrected himself. "Please…calm down…Chelsea."

"That's better, stupid human."

"I'm not here to be your enemy Chelsea. I want you to understand that I don't want you to feel unwelcome here. I know that what I do hurts you and the others, but if you can just help us, it won't have to be as bad."

"Oh really…that's nice. Well here's what I have to say to you. Screw you human! The moment I get my vectors near you, I'm tearing your head off. No. That would be too good for you. I'll break every bone in your body."

"I don't know why you hate me, is it because you're being hurt in the experiments?"

"Idiot. That has nothing to do with it, but it is a reason. I hate you because your human, that's all that matters, you are human."

"That's a foolish thought. I wouldn't mind if you hated me because of what I do. Trust me, I regret doing it, but your actions force me to take such precautions. Why can't you be like 88...at least she…"

But Chelsea interrupted. "Be like her? You don't understand us at all do you? Diclonius hate humans, it's a given fact. We will never like you, or forgive you. It's our nature and destiny to kill you all."

The Doctor shook his head sadly. "Chelsea, if you hate me so much, then I just can't let your sorrow or anger get the better of you." And remarkably the doors to Chelsea's room opened up, shocking the young girl. "I can't bear to see your sadness and anger of being stuck in a place you despise. I am not a horrible man, but I am a strict one. However, I can't bear to see you like this, so I'm letting you leave."

She was speechless. "You…" But she was already stepping outside of her room. "You…" She looked around. "You are a fool." She growled with the darkest of smirks. Her vectors flashed and moved to kill, the spread of blood imminent. Those death filled fingers reaching out for his throat before something grabbed them.

"Huh?" Chelsea gasped before narrowing her eyes with detestation. Someone was holding her vector in their thick hand. Actually holding it. A large man with predominately white hair and amber eyes. He wore a set of jeans, which held a large and easily distinguishable sword. Atop of his chest, a blue shirt with a single rip on it, with a dark blue vest on top.

"Let's not get out of hand there, little Diclonius."

She growled. "Stay out of this, Crease." The man smirked, holding her vector tightly so that she couldn't move, she couldn't do a thing with it. "Doctor…should I rip it off?" He said with a devilish sneer, causing Chelsea to sweat with concern.

"No, back down Crease."

"Hm? If you wish." He said, highly disappointed with the outcome. He let go and Chelsea took a few steps back, her vectors still poised to attack. "Chelsea, I've already said that I'm letting you leave. If anything you are too much of a hassle to keep here any longer. I am sorry, for whatever I have done to make you so miserable."

"Idiot. It won't change anything. You are human, and because of that, you don't have a future. You will die, all of you will die. You are all weaker and destined to die."

"Seriously, I can rip it right off." Crease said dangerous, flexing his fingers menacingly. Chelsea gave him a long look of deep hate, but kept herself from attacking.

"Go, Chelsea. You know where the exit is, it'll be open just for you. Go and leave and may you find happiness in your life." Jacques proclaimed. "I am sorry…"

"Idiot…" She mumbled, but took her leave at that moment. She was escorted by the haughty man Crease, where he saw her out into the dark skies that filled the ground with rain. A thunderclap echoed overhead, filling the skies with a bright flash of white.

"Get going, before I decide to take matters into my own hands." Crease muttered. Chelsea gave him one last look of hate, but turned and raced off. Crease stepped into the rain, the wetness plastering his hair to his face. A flash of lightning showed a face etched a deep furious revulsion on Crease. He raised his left hand and clenched it tightly, feeling the veins run upon his cursed body.

"Where are you hiding…" He said to himself, looking out at the city that stood below the large cliff where the facility resided.

"I didn't come here, to help this idiot doctor make friends with these freaks of nature. I'm going to find you and tear you apart. All that pain I had to be in, and you stand out there as if never happened.

I'm going to find you…

Ridini Frederick."


Far away in a remote area stood a large castle that was currently being surrounded by no more than 25 officers. "We have you surrounded, surrender now! This is an order!" The voice roared out into the castle windows. A young boy, of about 5 years of age shook his head with disappointment. Despite his age, he obviously held some sort of importance in the room as he was currently sitting on a high throne of some sort. 10 Diclonius were in the room, nonplussed with what was going on outside and then there another person.

A medium built man whose hair was a thick shade of ashen blonde and whom wore a set of sunglasses on his face. His clothing was a simple pair of light brown jeans and red orange shirt. A white scar hung around his neck and traveled half way down his back. His face couldn't be seen, but from his frowning mouth, he seemed to be quite serious.

*BAM!*

The doors exploded as the officers hurried in, pointing their guns at all the Diclonius in the area. None of them were frightened though, not from some measly weapons such as those.

"Stand down. All of you are surrounded, nobody move."

"Nobody has moved, idiot." The boy on the throne said, rolling his eyes. "Seriously, you humans are so stupid, it's actually pretty funny. But you would've done better if you hadn't come here. Quite a shame you're all about to die soon."

"It's just a boy…" One of the officers said to the other. "Did we get the right place, certainly a boy didn't commit all those murders."

"No, I didn't, I committed most of them, but I had to let my fellow Diclonius have their fair share of human butchering."

"He can't be serious?" An officer proclaimed. "He's…just a boy."

"A boy, yes. But I'm also The King."

"Brutus…" A voice called. The boy turned his attention to the ashen blonde haired man. "Do you have something to say, human?" He said with clear disgust in his voice. "I'll have you know not to speak out of turn, you may get extra privileges but you are still a human."

"I understand sir." He said, his voice icy cold. "But if you wish, I can deal with these people."

"Really? That wouldn't be bad, yes go ahead. This should be nice, seeing a human kill a human. Go a head."

"What is that idiot talki…Ah?" The man's voice stopped as he saw a blur of movement before the daggers dug into his throat and split it open. The blood was in the air before anther slice of the blade and another body fell with a mundane thud. The man appeared and disappeared in a brutal act of speed and death, his knives digging into flesh and ending lives instantly.

"Oh shit! What the hell is he? Sh-shoot him!" But the bullets never hit their marked, and the knife slid into the last one's neck. Within a matter of seconds they were all dead, having stood no chance. The boy took a good whiff of the air, obviously pleased with what had happened. "Ah, the fresh smell of human blood in the morning. I could use a drink of water now." He said, and gave a snap of his fingers. Two Diclonius were at his side in an instant, delivering to him what he wanted.

"You want a drink too, human?" He asked with an obvious sign of sarcasm in his voice to the man who committed the murders. He said nothing, knowing well he wasn't supposed to say anything and that he rather had nothing to say in return anyways.

"Good." Brutus grunted. "Because no matter what happens, you are still human. I'm glad you know your place."

"Humans destroyed my life, what more but contempt could I feel for them. I, a human, was cruelly treated by humans." The man said, looking down at the dead bodies.

"How sad, but I do like the fact that you know your place human." Brutus said, shrugging his shoulders in the process. "Never forget that, you are nothing, you're just a human who happens to get it better than most. Never forget that. Never."

But Ridini Frederick had nothing more to say to Brutus.


Author's note: So there you have it. A new look on some of the other characters other characters that played a part in the Differences story line. Now I'm obviously on Crack, because no sane person would ever give a back story for Chelsea. Nah, just kidding.