A/N-Thanks for the reviews, The-Saiyan-From-Hyrule and darthritter86.

Disclaimer- I have crossed out the song and pointed at the sign.

The man sat in front of the girl, curiosity deep in his weathered face. He had been visiting her for the past year, and when her next birthday came, a new man would come. It was just the way that things worked for her. Everything had always been the same, and it always would be in her eyes.

The girl did not acknowledge the man, choosing to instead continue drawing. It was a picture of a girl whom she did not know. Many people would praise her work and wonder how the thirteen-year-old was able to draw such a thing. It was perfect in every aspect, from the toning to shapes. She did not smile at her work. To her, it was just another drawing that she had done. She would do plenty more in her life.

Finally, she looked up and nodded to the man. He nodded slowly back. She put her pencil down, on the top of the paper and folded her arms. The girl waiting for him to begin so she could get this over with. She would rather be listening to her music.

"Is everything still to your liking?" The man asked, placing his clipboard on the table. It was the same question she had been asked every day for the past thirteen years of her life. Nothing ever changed. She nodded, as she did every day. He nodded back, as he did every day.

"Is there anything that you would like to have?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Is your favorite color still red?"

Nod.

"Is your favorite band still ON/OFF?"

Nod.

"Is your favorite animal the bear?"

Nod.

"Are you wearing your favorite outfit?"

Shake.

"Are you feeling more tired lately?"

Shake.

"Do you want to go outside?"

Shake.

"Do you want a friend like in those shows that you watch?"

Shake.

"Do you wish that you had a regular life?"

Nod.

"Have you gotten sick?"

Shake.

"Do you want to play the piano some more?"

Nod.

"Do you want to fall in love?"

Shake.

"Do you want any more books?"

Shake.

"Do you want to meet someone famous?"

Shake.

"Do you want better food?"

Shake.

"Do you want worse food?"

Shake.

"Do you need more paper or pencils?"

Shake.

"Do you want more clothes?"

Shake.

"Is there anything that you haven't told me that you would like?"

Shake.

"All right, then." The man murmured. "I'll be off, Miss Alice." He stood up and left. She watched him, a slight frown on her face. She stood up, sighing. It was no different. That's what happened every day. Nothing ever changed.

Miss Alice walked over to the large mirror in her room that showed all of her body. Many people would have thought she was a spoiled little girl from her expensive dress, to her expressionless face. But that was not the case, not at all. She didn't want anything.

The girl had black curles of hair and black eyes that seemed to flash red sometimes. Her skin was pale from seeing the sun only once when she was taken to this... this place. Her face had a certain look about it that told you she had not smiled for quite a while, but frowns came quickly.

She wore a white dress that poofed out at the bottom, just above her knees. It had buttons that went down that front to her waist, but no farther. On top of that, she wore a sort of vest that covered most of the white dress. It was the color of red wine and had many pockets upon it. Her hair was up in two black ribbons and she wore long socks so that almost none of her legs showed. She wore expensive, black shoes as well. White gloves covered her hands, but almost no difference could be made between the two.

All in all, she was quite a pretty girl. However, that completely uncaring look upon her face made many care not to be around her. Not that Miss Alice had actually met too many people... they had tried to get her to be friends with some other children when she was younger. However, these children barely made it out with their lives. Never again had she been arranged to have a play-date.

She sighed and walked over to her television. She sat in front of it, but did not turn it on. Something was holding her back. So she instead closed her eyes. It was drawing her to it again. And she knew she couldn't keep away forever.

Miss Alice stood up and walked to her bed. She sat on it and reached under her pillow, pulling the ORB out. To most, it seemed to be a glass ball, nothing else. To her, though, there was a swirling blackness that none could comprehend. Whenever she touched it, faces appeared in her mind's eye. People whom she knew were dead.

With deliberate slowness, Miss Alice pulled off her glove while holding the ORB on her lap. The instant that the glove was off, she pressed her fingertips on top of the ORB, feeling its power radiate through her.

New faces appeared to her, as they did every day. The latest was a girl... a beautiful girl. The same girl that Miss Alice had been drawing before. Delila... The girl's name floated through her mind. For some reason, she smiled. Doing this always made her smile.

"Miss Alice!" The voice made her jump and drop the ORB. It did not crack, but it did roll a ways away from her. Miss Alice stood up, her eyes flashing. Who had disrupted her? Who would do such a thing as that? She would... no. Calm.

It was a woman. She had never seen this woman before but did not like her from the moment that she saw her. The woman appeared to be about thirty and her long, black hair went down to her waist. It was, however, pulled up in a braid. Her eyes were much too narrow and she was surprised that this woman could even see.

"Come along. You have some tests to fill out." The woman said, her slits for eyes flashing. Miss Alice knew this would upset everyone, but she took the ORB anyway. The woman appeared to be new to her job, because everyone knew that you could not talk to Miss Alice that way. If you did, you usually were fired at best. At worst, you were put in prision for the rest of your pathetic life. That was partly why she loved it here. No one could be mean to her.

"Do you speak, girl?!" The woman demanded. Miss Alive blinked, startled. "I've been asking you questions for the past minute and you haven't even said a word to me! No one told me that you were a mute."

"I'm not a mute." She whispered, hugging the ORB closer to her. The woman ignored her and continued.

"I don't get what's with you kids these days! Honestly, you're all brats who sit in front of the freaking television all day. Why don't you brats do something useful with your lives, like study for tests or something? The world would be so much a better place if you kids were better. Da-"

"Don't swear." Miss Alice said forcefully, but her voice still sounded rather weak. The woman turned to her and slapped her.

"You don't backsass me, you idiot." She hissed. Miss Alice touched her cheek, staring blankly ahead. Then she began walking as though nothing had happened. However, in her mind, she was thinking about what had just happened, and was planning to do something about it. A slight smile reached her lips at this thought, but it was not one of humor, it was one of pure evil and hate, nothing else.

The porcelain-like girl lagged slightly behind and slowly pulled off one her gloves, her bangs covering her eyes. Her eyes, at this moment, flashed red. She touched the ORB lightly and her eyes turned that color of faded blood that they usually did when she was about to do something that was considered by most human beings to be wrong.

Not only did the power of the ORB give her insight as to who was dead, but it gave her unbelievable powers. Such as the power to kill someone by just wishing it to be so. Of course, there was a price to pay with this power. Every time she killed someone, she fainted herself and became more and more weak. It was another reason as to why she looked so fragile.

She looked up at the woman, whispering softly. "Would you like to go to sleep forever? Say good night."

The woman blinked in shock, her eyes suddenly glazing over. "Hi, Miss Alice..." She said softly as her last words. After saying those things, the woman fell down, blood dribbling slightly from her now pale lips. For a moment, she stood over the woman before she, too, fell.

"Is she waking up...?" The soft voice sounded loud in Miss Alice's ears. For a moment, she wondered what someone was doing in her room, but she very suddenly remembered what had happened. Someone must have found her and taken her to... well, where ever exactly it was that she was at.

"Miss Alice? Are you waking up?" Another voice that was meant to be soft but sounded extremely loud to her. She opened her eyes slowly and quickly closed them, cringing from the bright light. She was in the test room. Again. The last time that she had been here was nearly a year ago. They took tests on her every year, and she supposed that this happened to be the day that she was tested on again. The tests were anything from mental to physical to culture...

A hand touched her, gently shaking her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to ask you to wake up. It's urgent that you take these tests now. You're fourteen today, you know." Fourteen? That was today? How odd, she thought it was a month or more that it was her birthday. Then again, she had no real sense of time.

Miss Alice sat up, rubbing her eyes slightly. She looked up at the man who had awakened her. He was obviously Japanese and appeared to be middle-aged. She recognized him almost immediately as Koiwai Mitsume, the man who was in charge of her, in a sense. He was the one who had made her who she was today. It was he who had given her the ORB. It was he who had saved her life when she was but a babe.

Allow me to clarify. When Miss Alice was born, her mother died very quickly after. It was believed that she, too, would die. When all hope was lost for the child, Koiwai stepped in, saying he wanted to test something to see if it would work. Saying it would make an unstoppable weapon for Japan.

He extracted her soul and placed it within the ORB.

It have her the feel of something that was not quite alive, but not quite dead either. Her soul caused the ORB to gain powers beyond belief. When Koiwai tried this on other people, it did not work as he had hoped. So far, Miss Alice was the only one who had survived.

Not only had she been the only one who had survived, but it gave her powers as I mentioned before. Her skin became chalk pale, but it also became unbreakable, as though made from diamond. Her eyes seemed to be made from glass, which was one of the more disgusting things that she was able to do. Her hair was able to cut through steel as well. None of this compared to her ability to kill people with the ORB, though. Just by thinking it, they died. A power that no being should be able to have.

She was simply a weapon, nothing more. That's what everyone thought of her. They didn't think that she was an actual human being, they just thought of her as a thing. So, long ago, she had given up on any thoughts of anyone caring for her.

"Now, can you sit over there and do those tests, Miss Alice?" Koiwai asked kindly. She looked over at the tests and felt some pain in her chest. She was rather unsure as to whether or not she wanted to really do tests. Koiwai seemed to sense her reluctance.

"I'm sorry, but you have to. Afterward we get to do a really fun test with Mr. Derinn over there, yes? Don't worry about it, sweetheart." He seemed rather unconcerned about her feelings. But then again, who did care about Miss Alice? Her mother, surely. Her mother who had died so quickly. Without even a chance to do anything about it. For some odd reason, that seemed unfair to her.

She nodded slowly and walked to the small desk. The last time she had been there was her thirteenth birthday. The tests that were there included arithmatic, science, history, music, art, language... she had needed to take all of these tests. Every time she did, however, it felt as though something was hurting her deeply inside. It was so odd.

The questions, to her, were fairly easy. However, the questions seemed impossibly hard to anyone else her own age. In fact, they were probably difficult to anyone that didn't have a degree in the thing that she happened to be testing on.

"Amazing..." Murmured the man that Koiwai had called Mr. Derinn. "It's mental abilities are completely shocking. What use is Japan planning to put it to?"

"Nothing yet." Koiwai admitted. "We have tried to create more of her, but it never worked the same. She is the only person that we have been able to take out a piece of their soul and use it to heal them just as they were about to die. A powerful weapon as such is so useful that none of us really know what to do."

"You could sell it to America!" The other man exclaimed jokingly. Koiwai laughed as well. Miss Alice hated this man... Mr. Derinn. She was not an "it." She was a female. And what hurt worse was the fact that Koiwai wasn't doing anything about it. It was true then. Neither one of them cared about her. That hurt. Why did she have to be a weapon?

"Done..." She said softly and put her pencil down. It had barely been thirty minutes since she had begun. Even Koiwai seemed slightly surprised at this. Pleased, but surprised. She wished that she had marked an answer wrong on purpose suddenly.

Miss Alice shook her head quickly. What was wrong with her? She kept acting out... or thinking out, she supposed. It was rather unlike her. Usually, whenever something like this came up, she shut it down. Why was she thinking on her own now? Perhaps something was changing... something within her that she could not yet pinpoint, and yet knew about anyway. What was someone supposed to do about this? How could she get through with this and keep her loyalties right?

She shook her head again, the swirling thoughts just making her more confused. She wished that things could go back to the way that they used to be... where she was a simple servant to Koiwai. For some reason, nothing seemed simple anymore.

"All right, then..." Koiwai murmured while flipping through the test. "On to your physical test." Nothing. No good work. No you got one-hundred percent. Nothing.

She sighed inside her mind, wondering what was wrong with her. She usually did not think this much. She just did. She followed the men into the next room, and was not surprised. Nothing had changed in the physical. It was still gray, and the walls were still padded.

"What would you like to play?" Koiwai asked. He was not asking what she wanted to do for her test, but was instead asking what she would like to listen to as she took the test. The same song that she had been listening to this morning popped into her mind.

"Still Doll by Kanon Wakeshima..." She whispered. There was multiple reasons as to why she had named this song her favorite. First of all, it said her name in it. Secondly, it seemed to fit her well. It felt as though it had been written for her. Which it might have being that Koiwai Mitsume had dipped his hands in many things for her, even when she did not want him to.

He nodded and the two men stepped into another room. The song began playing and slight chills went up her spine as she listened to the creepy sounds of the music.

As the testing continued in all sorts of subjects, any kind that you are able to think of, Miss Alice scored highly. She felt not proud, though. In fact, in some ways, she would rather have imperfect scores than to have perfect ones. Many kids would rather have the latter, though.

After about three hours or so of testing, they were finally done. Now the curiosity about what Mr. Derinn had up his sleeve would finally be reaveled. She would know why this man was so interested in her. It wasn't as if people from other countries hadn't come before, but this was different. Usually they just looked at her test scores, nodded, and then left. This man was different somehow.

The two men led her to a room that she had not yet been in. The room was fairly small with not much in it. What was in it was three simple chairs, a television, and a table of the same design of the chairs. Four men were in the room, all in long white coats.

One of them turned to Koiwai, a slight smile on his face. "Sir, it's all ready to go. Would you like to test it?"

"Of course." He answered, then turned to a confused Miss Alice. "This device will allow you to further your reach. You will not just have to be there to see the person and kill them. You can stay here and do whatever you'd like. Isn't that wonderful?"

She almost wanted to cringe in disgust, then remembered she had killed people as well. There was no point in fearing it or being disgusted with what these men planned to do with her. After all, she had wanted to do it sometimes as well. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder if this was truly a good path to be on.

Her hands felt rather slippery as she held the ORB. What would happen? Would something happen to her? Fear peirced her soul as a spear would peirce another person's body. Her hands shook slightly, but she was unsure as to why she was so scared.

It was probably because she didn't know what was going to happen. Fearing something she did not know about was natural.

She lightly touched the ORB to the television screen and her eyes widened suddenly. Pain, happiness, love, hate, fear, wonder, shock, innocence... all of these emotions flowed through her body at once. It felt as though she were going to heaven and not at the same time. As though her heart had stopped beating, but was working faster than ever. As though she had opened her eyes and seen for the first time even though she was blind. As though nothing mattered, yet everything mattered.

Time had stopped for Miss Alice and only one face stayed within her mind: the face of a girl perhaps a year or so younger than her with light brown hair, freckles, and violet eyes. The moment that she opened her eyes again, they were red.

"Bye bye, girl."

A/N- What will happen to Malina? Do you care? If you do, R&R! No flames, please.