Author's Note: I write too many of these for my own good, but what can I say, EL is awesome. Unlike the other El stories that I've written (Differences Trilogy, Similarity and Walkways to Redemption) this will be the first EL story that will be rated T. Therefore it will be less gory, violent and definitely less sex. However I'll definitely keep it in the same level that any EL story should be expected to have. I'm expecting to make a big story out of this with lots of action, suspense, bullets, vectors and pink hair galore. So without further adieu I give you the new tale.

Special Thanks to shadowsandfire for Beta Reading. I owe you a lot.

Chapter 1: Amongst The Walls Of Pain

It's the afternoon and I know this because the doors to my cell are being opened by the head guard. He's a large man, brutish looking but deep down he's a nice guy; he talks to me often especially when I first got here. I was young, far younger than I am now, at the age of 15 but time doesn't stop me from thinking of the past.

Oh…

I almost forgot to mention my name.

Elrya, it's a nice name, given to me by my mother, or so I've been told although I have no idea what my last name is. I'm also not human. Yep I bet after reading that you're wondering exactly what your reading, if anyone is reading this at all. While physically I look like any other person, although perhaps my vividly bright violet hair is off hand. However I'm different from humans for two very distinctive reasons.

Firstly I have horns. That's right I have horns, two bumps on each side of my head, white as a sheet and the main reason why I'm here. Though for some reason my horns don't seem to be the actual cause of my anger with the humans. I know that some of my kind whose hatred is sourced within these horns, but not me. No my hatred is driven to the next reason of why I am so different from the humans.

I have more than two hands. No, not physically but it's true, I have more than two hands, it's something we call vectors. I have 5 of these arms, long straggly things that seemed to be made of thin vaporous gas. We all have it, my species that is, and needless to say this is the reason why I am here. You see our vectors are rather unique, and very dangerous. Sadly to say I've used mine on more than one case of lethality. I'm in here because I've used my vectors to kill before which is why it's so hard to really be angry. There are humans who have beat and tortured me while laughing and then there are those, like the head guard who are a bit sympathetic. I can't tell why these sympathetic ones are hurting us, or why they don't stop but I want to wait, just to see how things go on.

Unfortunately it's hard, taking the pain day in and day out. But even I wouldn't know what was in store for me on this day, walking out of the cell naked as the day I was born to the experimentation chamber.

Elrya walked through the pure white yet awfully bleak hallways that lead to the experimentation chamber. There she would get to meet the ever familiar feeling of having an iron ball roughly ¾ the size of her head bashed against said head until her vectors started to deflect them. Her max was 240 joules and they started on was 280, thus for a half hour she got to know the great feeling of steel on skin. She could hardly understand why they would start at such a high number; certainly they didn't expect her vectors to grow that strong in such a short time. Even more so, the stronger vectors got, the harder it got for ammo to bypass them. Therefore she believed that the reason the joules were set up so high, was to give her absolute pain and suffering. She could see them, up there in the window smiling sadistically, some pressing their faces against the glass as if trying to get a better look. They put the joules up so high so that her vectors would not be able to stop the balls from pounding against her body, yet if she refused to at least slow the balls down, then her body would be torn to shreds. Three soldiers and two scientist stand at the corner, keeping their distance as they know well enough and nod once. It's the same thing again and again, they're telling her to get in the straps, put them on herself and experiment will begin. Refusal isn't an option.

"Good morning #90, did you get some good sleep tonight?"

Elrya didn't answer the sarcastic male voice but just clenched her teeth when the large machine came down, whirring loudly in her ears. She sighed, pulled out her vectors that floated around her and stared directly into the center hole where the iron balls would be fired from. She's ready now.

"Machine is in place, straps are secured, orb has been placed." The voice said over the intercom. "Session #128 with Diclonius #90, code named Elrya. Starting joules at…320"

"Huh!" She yelled before she saw nothing but a black bur firing at her. It bashed against her left arm, undeterred by her vectors which despite all of them trying to deflect it away, smashed through it like butter. The highly painful crack radiated in her ears and the pain seared through her shoulders and spread throughout her entire body. "Eh…Ehhh…Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She could not help it, she was used to pain, it was something they all had to learn at some point or another, but it was so sudden that she could not help but shrill loudly.

Due to the fact that her arms were raised and pinned, the muscles in them shooting unbelievable amounts of pain throughout her which nearly blinded her.

"Wh-why?" The young girl cried out, wishing that her arm could just lay limp and not be forced to feel continuous pain like that. "This isn't fair! This is wrong and you know it!" She screamed at them, looking wickedly at the window and waiting for a response. The one she got, nearly made her blood boil.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Sorry about that #90, but we just thought we'd try something different. Don't worry, if we wished to kill you, we'd have aimed at your head."

Tears ran down her face as she heard the whirring of the machine again, thinking of betrayal, hate and misunderstanding. "Y-You bastards!" She screamed as loudly as she could while the next ball smashed into her gut near the right, crushing the ribs in an instant. With her mouth still opened during the scream she spat up her blood, eyes widened and her head went limp to the side. "Are you still conscious…#90?"

Her eyes flicker without her volition and a small laugh comes from the intercom. "Very good, orb #3 is in place.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered as if hoping that an apology would makes thing better. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I'm sorry. I'll be good I promise, I won't hurt anyone and I won't do anything bad. I promise…please…PLEASE!" Her poor pleas fell on deaf ears and the shattering of her right knee filled her pathetic body with unimaginable pain. Mouth opened up in the shrill cry yet no sound came out, Elrya could only gasp and cry but never make a sound until 4 seconds later. "Ahhhhh!" And worse of all, the bastards up there had the nerve to laugh while doing it. This wasn't experimentation; it was full torture and brutality. She wasn't being treated as person, hell she wasn't even being treated as a Diclonius or animal. She was being treated as an object, a stick on the ground that could be snapped, twisted, beaten and left on the ground and nobody would give a two bit shit about it.

"No…more…"

Why did they continue?

"I'm sorry…PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP IT!"

"Enough already!" Elrya still crying looked up at the window to see figures arguing. "This is enough; we needed to get experimentation on her vector strength. I can't believe you would even put it at 320, look at her! A snapped left arm, 7 broken ribs and who knows what else."

"Who was talking up there? Who was talking on her behalf?

"Listen to me, your job isn't to torture these girls, you are too slowly experiment at joules that are slightly above her vectors powers to deflect them. 280 joules is the limit at which you should fire at her." The voice then went directly on the intercom as the holders restraining her snapped off throwing her face first on the ground. "We are done for today, you will be escorted back Elrya."

Walking back to her cell, Elrya attempted to wipe the tears off her face to show some bravery. Tears meant fear, and if the humans didn't fear her, then what hope did she have against them? They could rip them apart, tear them to pieces so easily but they were also children. If she became weak, then there would be nothing that she could do against them. Her threats with vectors would only be laughed at, because surprisingly enough vectors were no longer a thing to be frightened of, at least for the veterans of the field. Then again only novices ever got stupid enough to get into her range and after the beating today the biggest idiot on the planet could come up, spit on her face and she wouldn't have the nerve to do anything. The head guard strolled next to her, calm and collect with his hands in his pockets looking ahead.

"Who was that?" Elrya asked.

"You mean the man who ordered your release for the day?" The head guard inquired with a tilt of his head. Helping Elrya while she limped on one leg to her cell. He was a large man as his job would dictate, with a strange hair style that had his whole right side bald but his left side thick with black locks. "Garder F. Morotisan, Senior Executive of the Northwest Japanese Facility Of Human Evolution in Tokyo."

"So he's the…boss of this whole place?"

"That's correct Elrya, he's the boss of this specific facility. He himself takes his orders directly from the Head Direction himself, Kakuzawa out at Kamakura. However Garder is more than capable of making his own decisions and Kakuzawa has granted him more freedom in his work than some of the other executives."

"There are other executives?" Elrya asked. Conversations like this with the head guard were common and she enjoyed talking to him. He kindly listened, explained things and never treated her as an inferior. He was definitely one of the few humans who deserved to live.

"Correct. Director Kakuzawa the main director resides on an island near Kamakura and all direct orders come from him. Throughout 3 of Japan's major cities, smaller regional facilities such as this one are put out, mostly because your species has increased and become diverse in multiple areas that Kakuzawa can no longer contain all of you in such a small area. You should feel glad that these facilities are here right now because originally he ordered a mass execution of all Diclonius once his own facility filled up."

"Th-That bastard…" Elrya whispered mortified. "So he's responsible for everything!"

"Indeed, he is responsible. Alright Elrya get some rest on the bed, medical help will arrive in a few short minutes"

"Alright, thanks." She said with a nod, watching as the doors closed and the guard nonchalantly strolled out. Sighing and relaxing her body, so as not to open or agitate her wounds. She could only imagine, if she wasn't in dire pain right now, was the fact that the pain had reached the climax to where it overrode her body's pain receptors. That was the first time she had ever felt so scared and defenseless before. Was it not enough that they had her trapped against a wall throwing iron balls at her that her vectors could hardly handle anyways, much less start shooting at her with even stronger joules than before? Clearly the one in charge of her experimentation today was one of those sadistic humans who enjoyed torturing her and her kind. She made a promise to herself that if she ever found the person who decided to make that day of her life a living hell, she'd make their life a living hell.

"Huh?" She mumbled lowly as the doctors walked in, packed with the bare essentials to fix her up. A few bits of wrappings, sutures and surprisingly enough anesthetics considering they didn't mind breaking her body as they did. It was also one of the only times in which they didn't surround themselves with defensive measures in case she decided to act violently. After all if she did, they would do nothing, they'd leave her to suffer with her wounds, where if disease from her wounds didn't kill her, starvation would certainly do the trick. They would refuse to give her any food or water until she died, she knew this because some other poor soul had tried to attack the doctors once before. The sadistic bastards had not only let her starve to death, they had made her death public for all the Diclonius to see. That's right, on the last day right before she succumbed to her wounds and physical malnutrition, they had brought the 20 Diclonius that lived in the facility to her specific cell and forced them to watch as she died. Elrya remember as the young girl feebly reached out for help before falling on her side, and dying with tears streaming from her face.

"Sadistic monsters…" She thought as they wrapped her up, putting her arm and leg in place. "They're all…sadistic monsters."

"Elrya, are you alright?" A small voice queried from the opposite cell. Turning her head, Elrya saw a girl about the same year with the same shade of pink on her hair (though slightly redder around the bangs) and a petite form that may have been able to get some girth had they been allowed proper feeding.

"Not really Alya, you won't believe what they did to me."

Alya was another Diclonius that she had met during her first day at the facility and along with sharing two very similar names was the first person to comfort her during her first painful exposure to the world of the facility. She was like a sister and definitely a friend who helped her out in her toughest of times.

"I know, 320 joules that's just insane! Even some of the strongest Diclonius here can't handle that, what were they thinking?"

"Hm! Same question I've asked ever since I was forced into this hell hole." Elrya growled under her breath, wishing to turn on her side but broken ribs said differently. "I wish there was a way to get out of here."

"Well right now even if there was, it isn't like you can do much in your condition." Alya replied gazing closely at her bandages. Sighing deeply Elrya knew Alya was correct she wasn't exactly in the best of shape. "Easier said than done anyways, nobody has ever escaped from here." Elrya answered back after turning her head a bit to massage it. "The most we can do is kill a few unsuspecting people and then what? They bring out the big guns and that's it, game over and I'm dead. If I can't handle over 240 joules, there's no way I'm going to handle something fired from a 50 caliber or Tungsten bullets."

"You do make a good point, you'd have to go through an entire army just to get to the front door, all of them trying to blast you apart. Well the lucky thing is your injuries should heal up soon."

She nodded, because of her Diclonius DNA while her body was as susceptible to any kind of damage as a normal human her healing rate was abnormally high. As long as the wound wasn't life threatening or horrifically damaged (such as a missing limb) she would heal up in a week, 4-5 days with proper medical attention. Until then she was stuck in her cell, eating whatever crap they cooked up and talking to Alya from time to time. Escaping would be out of the question for now, because injured or not did not mean she was gone from experimentation.

"I'm going to get some sleep before they can do anything else to me." Elrya muttered while she closed her eyes. "Of course Elrya I won't bother you." Alya said placidly.

Meanwhile across the pacific on a specific little island of the most heinous type, a very familiar figure dropped into the ocean with a soft splash.