Summary: What if in the anime instead of sending Mariko they'd sent number nine?
Disclaimer: I do not own Elfen Lied or any of its characters. I do however own this oc. But considering the species she's a part of and almost everything that makes her, her, relates to this world that I can't really do much with that…yeah…
The China Doll Behind The Safety Glass
Prologue: The good girl
She was a good girl or at least that is, when she was in the company of good people…
When she was with good people, she was always honest, she would tell them, if they'd asked, that she had 42 toys as long as 21 meters and she'd even do some tricks for them. Maybe even tell them how she was special even among the other girls with toys.
When she was with good people, she'd cry out when she was scared or in pain, having faith that, whatever the threat, they'd do everything in their power to protect and comfort her.
When she was with good people, she would correct them when she knew they were wrong taking the time to point out the floors in their argument and knowing full well that they'd listen to her.
When she was with good people she would acknowledge their presence, eyes lighting up, smiling warmly in welcome, going out of her way to put them at ease.
However,
When she was with bad people, they thought she was a good girl, a prodigy even, she did everything they told her without question, in fact she never spoke at all! And she was harmless with only two vectors that only reached to a pitiful one meter. Oh and she was stupid too!
But they were wrong,
When she was with bad people, she hid her vectors so they'd relax around her, blissfully unaware that for the past thirteen years their lives had been in her hands.
Though, she'd chosen never to kill them, because she was empathetic, as when she was with bad people, she'd kept secret that she could read peoples minds and having come to know both the scientist's and the Diclonii's side of the story, and had rationally been able to pin point the flaws in each argument. She didn't kill them simply to prove that they were wrong and she, as usual, was right.
No, she didn't tell them that, nor did she tell them that she knew each and everyone of them like the back of her hand, figuratively speaking of course, she'd never actually seen the back of her hands, as they'd both been shackled as long as her memory permitted.
She didn't tell them this, nor did she tell them anything at all, as not a sound had ever escaped her lips not even crying out when shot nor even flinching, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
Though, if you worked the night shift, you may have heard the haunting sound of a child's voice humming a melody that she couldn't possibly have heard from the staff.
When with bad people, she didn't even acknowledge their presence when they came near her, in any way, other than by letting her dull pink-crimson eyes, positioned securely, on an expressionless face that had never changed its position even once over the years, follow the person eerily around the room.
And never, in the company of bad people would she tell them when they were wrong as she knew all too well the full lengths of their stupidity.
Number Nine had yet to meet a good person; she was starting to wonder if perhaps they didn't exist at all.
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