Author's Note: So here's another Vocaloid fanfic~ I love how vocaloid songs are connected with each other, creating a suspenseful story. Anyways, I will try to write the series from the songs by Mothy/Akuno-P(: Enjoy~
P.S. I didn't know what's the best rating for this series so I just decided to go with T. If I'm wrong, then tell me.
P.S.S. Yeah yeah. I know this is not part of the original sin series, but they're obviously connected so it makes the story easier to read. I've been mind blown by these series, it's crazy :O!
P.S.S.S. Mothy, you are a fucking troll (-.-) I commend you *bows*
Disclaimer: I do not own the following songs nor the characters~
[Story 1]
Escape of the Witch, Salmhofer
Year: EC 001
I didn't know my father, nor my mother...
And I grew up alone
A small little girl, with short, brown hair, stood in the center of the white room. In her white, hospital dress, the girl stared down at the floor, confused and utterly lost. She was frightened by the room, even though there was nothing in it. Maybe that was why she was scared.
There is nothing to look at. Nothing to watch, feel, smell, or touch. It was colorless and bland. The girl in the room was the only person there. She didn't want to speak, but then again, she couldn't speak either. She had no voice. She didn't even know what she looked like because she couldn't see her reflection. Not only that, but she didn't know where she was.
Who am I?
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100% completed
Salmhofer, Meta is now activated.
Condition: Normal
Slowly opening her eyes, they were fully opened to reveal two brown, beautiful eyes. She tried to walk, but realized that she was stuck. Multiple medical strings were attached throughout her body and she was floating in some kind of pod. The liquid was light green in color and she felt the glass that surrounded her being. Making an imprint on the transparent glass, she found her eyes to be staring into someone else.
"Nice to meet you. Do you know who you are?" said a man in the white lab coat.
"Meta. Salmhofer, Meta" the girl replied. White bubbles escaped from her small mouth. She used her hands to cover her mouth in surprise.
"She can talk! Professor, we have created something beyond science!" exclaimed another man. He was currently typing on the keyboard, across the room.
"Drain the liquid out. It's about time she comes out of there."
What are these people talking about? the girl thought. She was clueless and couldn't understand what was going on. Feeling the liquid coming out of the pod, her eyes widened and she struggled, trying to stay afloat. Her hair stopped floating and clung to her face.
Her feet finally made it to the bottom of the pod and she fell in an instant. The glass lifted itself. Feeling the cold air, the girl fell to the cold, white floor. She hugged herself, afraid of the world that surrounded her.
"YOU IDIOTS! SHE CAN DIE! SOMEONE GET HER A TOWEL AND CLOTHES!"
The man she first looked at had a beautiful face. His eyes were the darkest brown and it matched his short hair as well. He glanced at her worriedly and ran to help her. Pulling out the attached strings, he helped the girl stand to her feet and continued to hold her naked body. Meta couldn't help but stare at the strange man. She didn't know who he was, but he seemed kind.
She was soon dried and had on a white, hospital dress. Standing in the white room, she stood in the center, surrounded by men in lab coats. The all awed at her and touched her legs, hands, body and hair.
"She's human!"
"There's nothing wrong with her!"
"How extraordinary!"
"We have to report this!"
"Will she be able to grow?" The professor questioned.
Everyone stopped to stare at the dark brown-haired man. They murmured around the room. Wondering the same thing. The girl backed away when the professor approached her small form.
"Don't worry, Meta. I won't hurt you."
He held her hand lightly and led her into another room. "Just stay here, okay?"
Meta didn't realize that she nodded in response as she watch him retreat back to where he came from. She was all alone in a white empty room. Instead of machines and technology, the room had nothing in it. She ran around, lost and confused. She had unanswered questions and panicked. Giving up, she leaned against a wall and sat on the floor. Her sensitive ears picked up on the noises on the other side.
"What are we going to do?"
"What if she fails?"
"What do you mean! We've done better than the others!"
"This one can walk and talk, how can it not pass?"
"We must let her live alone."
Professor? Thought Meta.
"ALONE?"
"ARE YOU MAD?"
"Certainly, she will die."
"OF COURSE SHE WOULD! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? TRYING TO WASTE HUNDREDS OF YEARS OF WORK!"
"This is why a test needs to be conducted" the professor calmly replied.
What is going on?
"Meta Salmhofer will live alone."
Alone...
Alone...
Somehow, that's the only word I seem to be well acquainted with. I wonder why?
The wall slid opened to reveal the professor. This was a door?
She back away but he carried her, bridal style. She struggled to escape but he was unaffected by her actions. Laying her down on a metal table, Meta was strapped and trapped under the glaring lights. She closed her eyes but could feel the heat from the brightened room.
"We will be conducting blood tests and put her in an environment where we are able to watch her."
"Yes professor" the other scientists chorused.
"Project 'MA' has already begun."
What...is...happening...to...me?
She was sleepy and soon relaxed into a deep sleep.
By the time I was 20, the person I fell in love with...was a murderer
Stretching, the woman inside a cottage, stood up and prepared to go to the village. Looking at her reflection, she only saw a sad woman with short, brown hair. Her brown eyes stared back at her and she was unfazed. Wearing her long, red dress, she prepared to enter the forest with a woven basket, and out into the village.
Twenty years...the woman thought.
Twenty years from being artificially created. It seemed long ago, but the woman remembered that day clearly. She could still imagine herself in that white hospital gown. All alone.
Just like now thought the woman.
Coming out of Levianta, the woman saw the busy streets occupied by women, men, children, and vendors. She sighed and continued walking down. Finding a fruit vendor, she picked up a red apple and peered at the fruit, curiously.
"That's a good choice, Miss."
"I beg your pardon?" Meta widened her eyes from the sudden voice.
"That apple. It's very good here. You should but a few and enjoy them. I'll give you a discount if you buy ten of them" offered the man.
"Are they really that good?" Meta inspected them more and decided she would buy them. She like apples anyways.
Walking away, she visited other vendors and bought flour, sugar, and vegetables. Nodding in approval, she left them all in her basket and prepared to walk out of the village.
"Mommy, that lady is very pretty" pointed out a little boy as she walked by them.
Meta turned to find the boy turning away, getting reprimanded by his mother for pointing. The kid seemed like he was about to cry. Approaching the two, Meta grabbed an apple and handed it to the boy.
"Here you go."
The boy stared at her in awe and took the apple.
"Please mam," Meta stood up from kneeling and dusted her dress.
"It's just an apple; so it's okay. No need to reprimand him again."
"Thank you, Miss!" The little boy exclaim.
Meta smiled and walked away. Once she turned her back on them, her smile disappeared and was replaced by a small frown.
It must be nice to have a mother. I wonder what would happen if I lived with a mother and father. Would things be the same? Or would they be different?
Taking an apple, Meta took a bite and the corners of her mouth slightly lifted.
It is good.
She entered Eldoh's Forest, Elphegort but what she didn't expect herself to find was a wounded man.
"What happened to you?"
Sprinting towards the man, he gazed up and Meta stood frozen. He was beautiful. His pale face was flawless and his eyes seemed to be a dark, chocolate brown, but she wasn't sure. He had on a thick, rectangular glasses and one hand was holding onto his stomach wound.
She wrapped his arms over her shoulders and headed towards her little cottage. He grunted as she laid him on her bed. Attending to his wounds, he hissed in response. She could feel his stare and didn't bother to peer back at him.
Once she was done, she stood up but his hand held her in place.
"Do you know who I am? You've just made a terrible mistake."
What a beautiful voice thought Meta.
"I could kill you anytime" he continued.
She stared at his eyes.
"Then you could of killed me once I have finished bandaging you."
"You're not afraid?"
"How can I? I don't even know you."
They both were leaning in close. Not one of them hesitated and continued.
"I'm dangerous to be around."
"I can take care of myself."
"Don't you have a husband?"
"Was never interested in anyone."
"What's your name?"
"Meta Salmhofer."
"Pale Noël. Thank you for saving my life."
"It was no trouble."
It was only a breath away, but none dared to close the thin gap. Meta leaned in, but Pale breathed out.
"I'm a murderer."
"I don't really care."
With that, he closed the gap and lips touched in anticipation. Meta raised her hands to touch his cold, pale face and reach towards his glasses. Slowly taking them off, she dropped them in surprise. His eyes captured her and all she could do was stare. He paused his motions to glance at her as well.
Is this what love feels like?
When attracted to evil, I, myself, was tainted.
"I'll be leaving to the village now. Careful not to let anyone see you."
"Like I give a damn."
Meta smiled and walked out of the cottage.
Pale was currently lying in bed, arms behind his head. He did a lot of thinking ever since Meta came into his life. It was saddening to hear the fact that such a lovely woman interacted herself with such an evil man. Pale knew who he was. He even informed Meta, but she accepted him from the beginning. His deeds did no good and it definitely did not benefit Meta in anyway, so why would she stick herself to him? It wasn't like he was very nice to her. If anything, he treated her like a slave.
So what made her attracted to him?
Was it because he killed?
Probably not. That fact wasn't considered a lovable trait.
Did he give her some kind of thrill?
The only thing they have ever done was have sex. What else is more thrilling than that?
Or was it the fact that she needed someone? S
he has been lonely for twenty years.
No parents, boyfriends, or kids for that matter.
Pale himself, knew that he could never be considered husband material.
That's something I can't give her thought Pale.
Walking out of the forest, Meta entered the busy streets of the village. She smiled for she was finally happy. She had someone she loved and that's all that matters right now. To be loved and to appreciate another person is a feeling she could never forget. If only I had children...my life would be perfect.
Heading towards the fruit vendor, she picked up an apple and inspected it.
"Are these new today?"
The man grunted and it was as much of an answer she would get. Leaving with a few apples, she brushed the odd feeling and continued on to the other vendors. No one talked to her like they usually would. If she was right, then she was sure the people were trying to avoid her.
Have I done something wrong?
Wanting to leave, Meta turned to walk out but she was stopped by a woman and her child. They were trying to walk by until their eyes landed upon Meta's brown eyes. The woman widened her eyes full of fear. The little boy recognized Meta and wanted to approach her. Meta took an apple and stretched her arm out to the little boy.
People began calling me a "witch."
"STAY AWAY FROM THAT WITCH!"
Shocked from the accusation, Meta dropped the apple and her eyes dilated. Her mouth slightly parted and she stood stock still.
The mother pulled the boy and ran away. The boy had no choice but to be dragged away by the hand. Before they both disappeared, the little boy glanced behind him, tears ready to spill. Meta saw his expression but sadly saw him disappear, as if he never existed.
Feeling the hated glares around her, she had no choice but to run away and back into Elphegort.
Running down a path where flowers of evil bloom,
Bathed in fresh, red blood,
A criminal running into a corrupted love...
Running deep into the dark forest, Meta didn't realize where she was heading off to. She paused herself and glanced to see where she was. She seem to have gone far from Levianta. How will I get back now? Meta thought.
Deciding to take a look around, the woman walked on ahead and sauntered over the branches. It was now harder for her to see anything as she walked further. Light disappeared more and more and she continued on the dark path.
Meta pushed past a large branch to hear the sounds of a crying woman. Running towards the sounds, she was surprised to find a teal-hair girl covered in red liquid. Her long pigtails were drenched here and there, especially on her white dress. The stain would be nearly impossible to remove as well.
The woman was kneeling on the ground in distraught, both hands covering her wet face. Her cries increased but it was not what Meta was looking at. Behind the woman were two dead children; a small boy and girl.
As I looked down on her...
Meta gasped and widened her eyes at the woman on the ground. Did she kill them?
"My children are nowhere to be found" cried the teal-haired woman.
I suddenly found myself bound by chains
"THAT WITCH KILLED THEM!"
Meta turned to find the whole village behind her. Their eyes filled with hatred and everyone had pitchforks and torches on hand. Some carried chains as well.
Meta fell to the ground as the men finished tying her up.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"QUIET WITCH! WE'LL KILL YOU ON THE SPOT!"
Villagers began covering the two dead bodies and helped the woman on the ground.
"S-SHE KILLED THEM! WHY?" The woman desperately clung onto the villagers, still crying in anguish.
"SHE'S LYING! I DON'T EVEN HAVE A WEAPON ON ME!"
"STOP SPEWING LIES YOU WITCH, AND STAY QUIET!"
Hot tears formed around Meta's brown eyes. It wasn't fair. All She ever wanted in life was the simplest things. She never asked for much. She just wanted a mother and a father who reprimanded her, a husband who loves her and children for her to spoil.
Pale...I wanted to see you more than anything else. So why couldn't I do that?
All sins will be judged one day
The prison is cold and dark...
Meta wasn't sure how long she have stayed there, but it was long enough. She felt destroyed and emotionless. The feeling of death didn't scare her. It was the fear of being alone. No one but herself alone is a scary thought.
The chains rattled from her slight movement. The echoes bounced back into her ears. There really was no one but herself. Her body felt numb from sitting on the execution chair for so long. Not only that, but the prison took precautionary measures to force her to be in the center of the dark, gray, concrete room. There was no light shining in because there were no windows for her to look out of.
Standing before my execution chair, was a scientist who resembled him.
Meta gasped in shock.
"P-Pale?"
The man smiled but shook his head. He looks so much like him...
The man was dressed in a white lab coat and pants. He had on thin glasses instead of Pale's thick ones. His hair color was the same dark brown and the eyes were of the exact same color.
How can someone look exactly the same yet are different people?
"My name is Seth Twiright. I've come to offer you a proposition."
"What do you want?"
I want to escape from there...
"I need a test subject for a certain project."
The scientist wants a human guinea pig
"Right now, our interests overlap. What do you say? If you come with me, you will be able to escape from here."
Meta nodded in response and Seth ripped away the heavy chains from her thin body.
Pale...
Running through a cold stone path...
I discard the white prisoner's clothing
Before me stands a research laboratory
There, God's seed was implanted and began to beat within me
"Stay still, okay?" said Seth as he laid her on top of the metal table. The bright lights from the ceiling illuminated her face and she wore a white gown once more. She relaxed against the cold table, not caring anymore. She was out of prison but decided that there was nothing to live for anymore.
"Surgery will begin momentarily. You will get sleepy, so don't panic."
Sleepy?
An anesthetic was put over her face and Seth was right, she wanted to pass out just then. Letting sleep consume her, she met darkness and the lights disappeared from her eyes.
Ah, so that was what he meant...was her last thought.
"Did you get her blood and DNA?" asked Seth as he put on a surgical mask.
"Yes sir, we will be implanting the other item as well."
"Good. She is under the anesthetic right now. We must hurry and record this. If we can create her, I'm sure it's possible to..."
"Right. Let's begin."
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"Surgery completed."
Scientists gathered around the woman, now placed on a bed. They checked her IV, pulse, and body.
"Clear" said a scientist.
"Good job. Now all we have to do is wait."
Meta could her the footsteps of people. She didn't feel anything nor realize where she was. The sounds of pen against paper was heard as well as the typing taps by human hands. Soon enough, the door closed and she heard nothing. Was she alone now?
Meta opened her eyes to find her vision hazy. She recognized those bright lights and the laboratory she was in. It reminded her too much of her original birth place. She tried to sit up and hands held onto her shoulders. Meta gasped to find that it was Seth. He gave her a small smile and help her sat up.
"How do you feel?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did you even do anything to me?"
"Ah yes. The surgery was a success. Congratulations, you are now pregnant."
"P-Pregnant? But how?"
Meta felt her stomach in wonder, but was not overly joyed as well.
"All in the research we had over the years. It's a wonder that you're able to get pregnant under the circumstances that you were in before..."
Her eyes lowered suspiciously. "How did you know about that? No one knows that."
"Doesn't this place seem familiar to you?"
The white room...
That white room...
Tools...computers...pod...
...me...
"Y-Y-Who are you?"
"Your eyes first landed upon mines through the other side of the glass."
No wonder you look so much like Pale...No.
It was Pale that looked so much like you...
"I'm a mother now..."
"You don't seem that happy" Seth commented curiously.
"What's there to be happy about? I have nothing anymore..."
9 months~
I gave birth to adorable twins
Finally back into her long, red dress, Meta quietly left her room and entered the other side of the facility. The wall slid open and she sauntered through, wall closing behind her. Meta turned on the lights, and in the center of the room, revealed two pods. Two babies, a girl and a boy, in their own giant pod. They had medical strings attached to their bodies and a large machine was beside them, controlling the green fluids inside.
Meta didn't know why she came into this room particularly. She had no interest in the twins nor the research the scientists have started. Subconsciously walking towards the pod, her hand landed upon one of them. The cool glass warmed up from the contact of her warm skin. Meta looked at the small figure in the pod. Eyes yet to be opened, but it was so small. Oh so small. Floating in the pod with no protection but the glass.
Test subjects without a father she thought sadly.
I remember, I remember...
Widening her eyes Meta realized her mistake.
...that I too, was the same
Created in a beaker, I was an artificial being, a ghost child
We are connected, me and my children in the tube...
Her hand was now flat against the glass, creating an imprint beneath the hot hand.
I know this is just selfishness, but I won't let these children become their playthings!
Her hand pulled away. Frantically running up to the machine, Meta pressed the release button and the liquid began draining out of the pod. She ran around the room looking for blankets and covers. Not knowing how to open the tube, she broke the glass as hard as she can and carefully removed the medical strings. Wrapping the babies in cloth, she held them against her breasts and ran as far as she could go. As long as she escaped the laboratory, she and the children will live.
My life was just filled with running away and I couldn't obtain even an ounce of love. So at the very least, these children...
Running through a road in the forest scattered with flowers, holding these two babies I love, close to my chest; a fugitive running through the night...
Living by hiding in a foreign country, hiding away from people's gazes...
Meta looked down on her children throughout the whole journey. Her smile never once faded. Their blonde hair already started to form on their little heads. She hugged them against her chest once again and tighten the cloth around them.
"Stay warm okay, little ones? Mommy will protect you."
We went out in the moonlit night. To our favorite place, the Eldoh Forest. It was meant to be a fun walk, but...
Walking deeper into the forest, the full moon appeared above them and she found just the right spot to rest under. She sat down and leaned against the tree behind her. Slightly removing the cloth away from their faces, she saw the white rounded angel faces. Sleeping and slowly breathing. They looked adorable and peaceful, just sleeping against their warm bundle. Meta's finger lightly grazed the baby boy's cheeks.
"I'll name you Hansel. Protect your sister one day as you're going to be the one she will look up to."
She then touched the baby girl's head. "You will be named, Gretal. Always love your brother, okay?"
When I looked away for one moment...
Noticing some berries across from her, she rested the children where she warmed her spot and stood to get the berries. It was only a few steps, but when she turned around...
[My children were no where to be found...]
Panicking, she ran to the spot and spun around in every direction. Her heart felt like it was about to stop, but in one direction, there was a glimpse of hair, floating away in the air. It disappeared as soon as she saw it, but all she could think of were her children. Without hesitation, she ran after the shadow.
[End]
Roles:
Meta Salmhofer: MEIKO
Seth Twiright: Kiyoteru Hiyama
Pale Noël: Kiyoteru Hiyama
Teal-haired Woman: Miku Hatsune
Hansel Salmhofer: Len Kagamine
Gretel Salmhofer: Rin Kagamine