Disclaimer: All characters belong to their original owners, and I do not own Elfen Lied at all. The only characters I have any claim over are the ones I made up. The story is based off of the manga; it is mostly true to the original content, to a certain extent.
"We got a patient with a gunshot wound! We need to operate on him now!" The surgeons rushed to the operating room, hoping that they would make it in time. "It looks like it hit an artery."
"Figures" muttered another.
"What did you say Walice?" inquired the first surgeon, who was the leader of the team.
"Nothing sir" replied Walice.
"Get him onto the operating table now!" All the surgeons picked the guy up and put him onto the table. "Walice, remove the bullet! We've got to prevent it from getting any deeper into his body…"
Kurama was worried. Lucy had escaped from the research facility about a day ago, killing 10 people in the process. On top of that, she annihilated the S.A.T. team that came after her; only one survived the massacre. Kurama walked through the blank white walls of the facility until he came to the holding area when number 7 was kept. He met up with two of his fellow workers and they started to talk about what they should do about Lucy.
"Number 7 still seems to be the best option. She's never harmed anyone with her vectors before. "
"That may be, if it weren't for the fact that we've put her through terrible experiments. I'm not sure if she will cooperate with us." Kurama was reluctant to let Number 7 chase after Lucy. She was like a daughter to him, and he did not Lucy killing her as well. He walked towards the entrance of the door to where number 7 was being held. He entered. The room was not very big and was quite plain; the only thing that stood out from the white walls was the window the scientists used to observe her. Number 7 was stretched out on a table, naked. They didn't bother to put on clothes on the Diclonius. They would get shredded in the tests. Why bother? She looked up at him, suddenly livelier.
"Papa?" she whispered. "Papa, came to see Nana?"
"I have a favor to ask you…"
Outside the room, the two other scientists were talking out this strange development.
"What's with the Papa?" "She can't be Kurama's daughter, can she?"
"Of course not you idiot!" hissed the other scientist "ever since she was born, we've put her through horrible experiments. She needed support to get through all those painful experiences, which is why she thinks the director to be her father. She would have gone insane otherwise."
Inside the room, Kurama dressed up his "daughter" in a black skirt. She was delighted with this, as she had never worn clothes like that in her entire life.
"Papa, what's the favor? I'll do anything papa tells me to do."
Kurama paused, still hesitant to do this. "I want you to kill a person."
Nana looked downcast at this surprising thing he wanted her to do.
"Nana… can't kill anyone."
"You might have to make an exception with this one. Your enemy is a Diclonius, like you. You should be able to feel her presence over a long distance, being one yourself. You should be able to find her."
"I think I'll be able to find her. I can't kill her though…"
"Then stop her. It's vital that we don't let any more innocents die. I will give you radio so that we can be in contact over long distances."
"Papa, are you in trouble if you don't find this person?"
"Yes Nana, I will be" replied Kurama. Too much was at stake to fail. "I have no choice… but to rely on Nana."
Nana, was crying tears of joy at this point. She finally had an opportunity to make her "papa" happy.
"You mean it? Then I'll do my best!"
The silver-haired person who was shot woke up in a hospital bed a few hours after the operation. He groaned, and a nurse noticed he was awake.
"Thank goodness you're awake! The doctors were saying that you weren't going to make it, and here you are. Doctor Strom! The patient you wanted to ask questions too is awake!"
She ran off, and a few minutes later, a tall, dark-haired person that the silver-haired person assumed was Dr. Strom walked in.
"Good to see you are better sir" smiled I just need to clear up a couple of things with you. What's your name?
The silver-haired person did not want to use his real name. Some quick thinking led to the only name he could come up with on such short notice.
"Ike Soils"
"Alright then, Mr. Soils" The doctor put a few notes on his clipboard. "Now I have to ask you, how did you get shot?"
"I was walking home… then this guy mugged me. He took everything I had on me that was worth anything, and then he shot me for good measure."
"That will be all then. Now you should get some rest." The doctor went out of the room.
"Ike Soils… I've got to come up with a better name next time." Raigon was sitting up when he got a flash of the near future. He saw Dr. Strom with a few other people putting up some X-rays of him. "Crap! If I don't act, they will figure out I'm not human! "With a groan, he pushed himself off of the bed and walked down the hospital hallway.
Dr. Strom went to the test results room where the test results from Raigon's results were recorded the room was large, with an x-ray machine in the middle of it. Posters containing info about diseases and how to treat them hung on the walls. A short, blond man with glasses and bad acne was leaning over the x-ray machine, squinting at a x-ray like it was a strange, small alien that had walked onto the table and feel asleep right on the spot.
"Well Bruce, anything interesting about this patient?" He inquired.
"Actually, there is Strom. This is an x-ray of his brain." He put up a display of Raigon's brain on the wall.
"What's so different about it? " Wilson was with them as well. Short, but buff, he had an attitude bigger then his size.
"Here is a picture of a normal human brain." Bruce pointed to an x-ray of a normal person. "This is his brain."
"My god, is that a cancer lump?" Strom was horrified.
"No, it's in the same place as this area of a normal person's brain that has this same thing, except its smaller."
"But what is it then? " Wilson inquired.
"Well, it's called the Pinal body. It's what most people call the sixth sense."
"You're crazy" Strom muttered.
We used to have it, but now it's smaller than it used to be. But it used control stuff like telekinesis, pyrokinesis. A human actually has one…"
"We must tell someone about this at once!" Wilson reached for the phone. All of a sudden, the x-ray machine moved over and slammed him against the wall. Blood was leaking out from where he was crushed. The other two doctors turned toward the doorway, in which Raigon was standing in.
"What the hell are you…?" His sentence was cut short by his right intestine coming out of his stomach line and strangling him to death.
"No! No!" Strom ran towards the phone, which shattered in his hands. He turned towards Raigon and stuttered "Why are you killing..? All of a sudden, his vocal cords were ripped out of him, and he lay gasping on the floor, silently screaming in pain.
"You were going to tell my secret. It would be too hard to accomplish my mission if your government was hunting me down wherever I went. Now to dispose of you…"
Shortly afterward, Raigon returned to his room, pondering what to do. He then moved through the empty hallways of the hospital. He went to the receptionist's desk near the front of the third floor. It was a normal work area. Clipboards were scattered around the desk untidily, a pencil/Pen holder that had nothing in it, and a computer. He got to work hacking into the computer system. He would delete everything that had to do with him in the hospital computers. He would not exist; data never lied. He pressed a few buttons on the machine and the hospital computer records came up online. He could change the records without wirelessly. He also looked up the rest of the surgical team that worked on him. He would finish them off later. After destroying all trace of his records, he looked up the homes of the surgeons who worked on him. He jumped out of the window, making no sound as he hit the ground. He ran off into the darkness.