Chapter 1: I Hate My Life
"So this is our next test subject?" A mysterious man asked looking through a Plexiglas door.
"Yes, she is test subject No. 103. She is only five and has one family member alive, which is a brother, from what we know. She didn't have much stuff on her when we found so, not much was learned about her. Nothing else is known about her besides her name." A younger looking man with blond hair told him. "She also doesn't seem to talk." He added.
"What is her name?" The older man questioned as he punched in numbers on the number pad. The glass door, that held the small girl in her cell, opened and he walked in.
"Lenalee Lee." He answered as followed him in.
The older man looked down at the little girl, known as Lenalee, lying curled up on the floor. She pulled her hands closer to her chest and clenched them as if she was holding something precious to her. The girl's long dark hair covered some of her sickly, pale face. She looked liked her life was slowly draining from her. Her dark amethyst eyes shifted from the wall to them. Her eyes looked lifeless, filled with darkness and hopelessness.
"So your name is Lenalee?" The girl slightly nodded making it barely noticeable. "Very well, I'll be back once everything is set and ready to go. Until then, make sure she is healthy and ready to go, Link." He commanded the young man.
"Yes, Mr. Rouvelier." Link replied as the man, now known as Rouvelier, past him. His eyes followed him out the doorway but, even after he left Link's eyes lingered on the doorway. He turned his attention away from it to the little girl lying on the floor. "Come with me, Miss Lee."
Lenalee slowly sat up and stayed like that for awhile. Then, she put her small hands in front of herself and stood up. Her petite body slumped a bit, her legs shook, and it looked as if she would fall any second. When Lenalee walked her feet would drag and she would sway a little so, she kind of looked like a zombie.
Link walked slowly so the little girl could keep up while walking down the dark, castle like hallways. The halls were quiet and only a few people were seen in them at a time. And when they past them they would do a double-take because of how pale she was. Once they'd past them they would say stuff like how unfortunate she is and how the experiment would go. No one would care about the test subjects' and even if they'd fake it you could still sense that they only care about the experiment.
"Here we are, Miss Lee." Link said as they walked up to a wooden double-door. He pulled one of the doors' open and let Lenalee in before himself.
Lenalee walked over to the examination table and sat on it as link walked over to a corner that had monitors and turned them on. Her eyes stayed stuck to the floor as Link pulled up a chair next to her. She stayed emotionless as he started to attach wires to her. Once he was finished attaching the wires he gently pushed her down to lay. Link then walked over to the corner again and the monitors had information on them on how healthy her body is.
"Can you speak, Miss Lee?" She replied with a nod at his question. "Could you say something for me?"
"I...Hate my life."
So i'm starting a new fanfiction as you can see. I know I have another on to work on but, don't worry I won't abandon it. I'm only writing because it came to me while listening to Kokoro Kiseki by Rin and Len Kagamine. Anyways, hate it? Love it? Please tell anything because i'm having a real fun time writing this. And if I have any mistakes it's because I was in a rush to get this out.
Allen: She owns nothiiiiiiiinng! That's the disclaimer for the whole story.
Yup, I don't own -Man, the song Kokoro Kiseki or Rin and Len Kagamine.