Post by silverflame on Aug 31, 2008 20:00:22 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. They are from Elfen Lied, which I don't own at all. Even if I might have a strange enough mind for such a thing. And I have no idea of how many words are in this. As for the rating, I'd say PG or higher. There isn't much for content.
The character I chose for this is Ohmoni. If you don't remember him, I'll try to jog your memory. He was one of the guys Kurama worked with when he first started working to study the births of the girls with horns (I can't remember what they called them). His story was the saddest in my opinion, so I wanted to write about him and see if I could add more to it. And this is all in Ohmoni's POV, what he thought of the test subjects, about what happened to his daughter, and the confusion of hatred and sadness he felt in that last moment. And there are spoilers, so those of you who haven't seen the anime yet, read at your own risk.
Thoughts Once Lost
I still remember those days when I was happy. My wife and I were trying for our first child, I had a top notch job in a lab studying the strange births of females with horns and what we had come to call vectors. I had to tell myself they were no longer human so I felt less for them. It was supposed to be a disease that made them, something that was transmitted, we didn't know how yet. We were learning what these vectors could stop, how dangerous these creatures were, everything we could. Yet we couldn't find out how it was transmitted, not until it was too late. How could we have known?
The day it happened, one of the test subjects had escaped, something we had secretly feared even though we were prepared for it. Not that it really mattered. She killed several guards until she had reached the office Kurama and I were in. I still remember what she had said. Thank you. I didn't understand it until later, when my true fears came true. The fears that I hadn't even thought of until it happened. The look in her eyes as she looked up at the two of us, doing nothing to harm us even though I had the strange feeling that something had changed. Then the moment she was killed, it happened quick and painless. If only I had known the pain was about to start. That she had done something to answer the questions we had been asking from the start. How?
A couple months later, I found out my wife was pregnant. I should have known something wasn't right. I was just too concerned about making life normal like it had been before. I was so happy to hear that I was going to be a father, at least until I found out. We had chosen not to find out the gender of the child, though we were told that something wasn't right with it, that there was a deformity on her head. Or more accurately, two. I didn't want to believe what it meant. I could only believe my own wishes that they were wrong. I didn't say anything about it to anyone, hoping that the deformity would go away, that our baby would be normal.
The months went by, my wife seemed to sail through her pregnancy until the day came when she was to give birth. I was there in the hospital, watching while I could. Something had gone wrong, something was tearing her apart. The doctors wouldn't let me stay and forced me to leave as I yelled questions of what was happening to her, to our baby. No one said anything and only pushed me out the door. I waited anxiously for what felt like days, though it had been an hour or two. So many thoughts ran through my head about what could be happening. Was she bleeding to death? Was our baby hurt? Or was it something else? What else could have gone wrong?
The clocked ticked on, putting a rythm to my growing insanity from the wait.
Once the doctor had finally come out to tell me what he had neglected to mention before, I stood and listened as he told me what the complication had been. I fell back on my seat. I sat silent for a while before looking back up at the doctor. "Is she okay?" I asked, my voice seeming distant.
He nodded. "She's suffered some severe tears, but we've taken care of that. The baby is in the room with your wife, if you want to see her."
I could only nod in response. I couldn't say anything. I had a daughter. And yet my only wish was that she looked like her mother.
My feet seemed to lead me to the room, even though in the back of my mind I knew our daughter shouldn't live, that her life should be ended before she could end ours. It was something we had learned, that these creatures killed their parents once they were old enough to love them. Would our baby do such a thing?
Walking into the room, I could hardly believe the light was on. My wife was on the bed, resting. Our daughter, the monster, was in a cradle. I could hear her breathing, hear her voice as she dreamed. I walked to the side of her crib and looked at what had come from mine and my wife's love. What I felt wasn't horror or fear, but love. Even though she had the trademark horns and pink hair. I brushed my hand over her head and smiled as I cried when she opened her eyes. Red as blood, as the killers we had dealt with. How could such a precious creature be called a monster? How could I let anything happen to her? I leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead when I suddenly heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Kurama. I left my daughter's side and went to the doorway. I couldn't let him harm her, even though it had to happen.
I told him what she was, that my daughter was one of them. I couldn't believe he told me to kill her, even if it was what I had expected. To hear the words coming from him took what I had expected and suddenly made it hideous as I realized exactly what it had meant.
"But she's my daughter!" I suddenly yelled. "You can't tell me to kill my own daughter." I fell to my knees as I realized what we had been doing, that these creatures were children who had once had parents that were in my position, but given no choice in keeping them. But I myself would have no choice.
He told me he'd do it instead, that I wouldn't have to blame myself for it, I could say it was crib death. I cried, and the only thing I could say was thank you. I couldn't stand, I couldn't think. All I could do was thank him for what seemed to be mercy. I didn't even stop him as he walked past me, into the room where my wife and baby slept. All was silent, that is until I heard the weak struggles of my daughter who's name I didn't know, or that hadn't even been named. What would I tell my wife? How would I explain our daughter's death to her?
Once he walked out and walked away from me, I couldn't do anything more but stay on the floor, curled up and crying. I had lost everything I had hoped for. Everything my wife and I had wanted.
The memory that Kurama's wife was expecting their first suddenly came to mind, that he'd soon find out what it feels like to know that you can't save your own blood, your own flesh when your twisted sense of justice has too much control over your senses. I wondered if he'd be able to kill his own child, if he'd be able to inflict the same pain on himself as he had on me. When that day was to come, I hoped he'd remember this. That he'd remember the day he took my daughter's life and that he would have to do the same to his own. And when it strikes, I wanted him to remember that he had chosen to kill what we had always seen as monsters, and that he had helped in creating one himself. This was my curse to cast on him. I could only wish that I'd see that day, that I'd see his eyes as he realized that he was about to kill his own creation.
The character I chose for this is Ohmoni. If you don't remember him, I'll try to jog your memory. He was one of the guys Kurama worked with when he first started working to study the births of the girls with horns (I can't remember what they called them). His story was the saddest in my opinion, so I wanted to write about him and see if I could add more to it. And this is all in Ohmoni's POV, what he thought of the test subjects, about what happened to his daughter, and the confusion of hatred and sadness he felt in that last moment. And there are spoilers, so those of you who haven't seen the anime yet, read at your own risk.
Thoughts Once Lost
I still remember those days when I was happy. My wife and I were trying for our first child, I had a top notch job in a lab studying the strange births of females with horns and what we had come to call vectors. I had to tell myself they were no longer human so I felt less for them. It was supposed to be a disease that made them, something that was transmitted, we didn't know how yet. We were learning what these vectors could stop, how dangerous these creatures were, everything we could. Yet we couldn't find out how it was transmitted, not until it was too late. How could we have known?
The day it happened, one of the test subjects had escaped, something we had secretly feared even though we were prepared for it. Not that it really mattered. She killed several guards until she had reached the office Kurama and I were in. I still remember what she had said. Thank you. I didn't understand it until later, when my true fears came true. The fears that I hadn't even thought of until it happened. The look in her eyes as she looked up at the two of us, doing nothing to harm us even though I had the strange feeling that something had changed. Then the moment she was killed, it happened quick and painless. If only I had known the pain was about to start. That she had done something to answer the questions we had been asking from the start. How?
A couple months later, I found out my wife was pregnant. I should have known something wasn't right. I was just too concerned about making life normal like it had been before. I was so happy to hear that I was going to be a father, at least until I found out. We had chosen not to find out the gender of the child, though we were told that something wasn't right with it, that there was a deformity on her head. Or more accurately, two. I didn't want to believe what it meant. I could only believe my own wishes that they were wrong. I didn't say anything about it to anyone, hoping that the deformity would go away, that our baby would be normal.
The months went by, my wife seemed to sail through her pregnancy until the day came when she was to give birth. I was there in the hospital, watching while I could. Something had gone wrong, something was tearing her apart. The doctors wouldn't let me stay and forced me to leave as I yelled questions of what was happening to her, to our baby. No one said anything and only pushed me out the door. I waited anxiously for what felt like days, though it had been an hour or two. So many thoughts ran through my head about what could be happening. Was she bleeding to death? Was our baby hurt? Or was it something else? What else could have gone wrong?
The clocked ticked on, putting a rythm to my growing insanity from the wait.
Once the doctor had finally come out to tell me what he had neglected to mention before, I stood and listened as he told me what the complication had been. I fell back on my seat. I sat silent for a while before looking back up at the doctor. "Is she okay?" I asked, my voice seeming distant.
He nodded. "She's suffered some severe tears, but we've taken care of that. The baby is in the room with your wife, if you want to see her."
I could only nod in response. I couldn't say anything. I had a daughter. And yet my only wish was that she looked like her mother.
My feet seemed to lead me to the room, even though in the back of my mind I knew our daughter shouldn't live, that her life should be ended before she could end ours. It was something we had learned, that these creatures killed their parents once they were old enough to love them. Would our baby do such a thing?
Walking into the room, I could hardly believe the light was on. My wife was on the bed, resting. Our daughter, the monster, was in a cradle. I could hear her breathing, hear her voice as she dreamed. I walked to the side of her crib and looked at what had come from mine and my wife's love. What I felt wasn't horror or fear, but love. Even though she had the trademark horns and pink hair. I brushed my hand over her head and smiled as I cried when she opened her eyes. Red as blood, as the killers we had dealt with. How could such a precious creature be called a monster? How could I let anything happen to her? I leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead when I suddenly heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Kurama. I left my daughter's side and went to the doorway. I couldn't let him harm her, even though it had to happen.
I told him what she was, that my daughter was one of them. I couldn't believe he told me to kill her, even if it was what I had expected. To hear the words coming from him took what I had expected and suddenly made it hideous as I realized exactly what it had meant.
"But she's my daughter!" I suddenly yelled. "You can't tell me to kill my own daughter." I fell to my knees as I realized what we had been doing, that these creatures were children who had once had parents that were in my position, but given no choice in keeping them. But I myself would have no choice.
He told me he'd do it instead, that I wouldn't have to blame myself for it, I could say it was crib death. I cried, and the only thing I could say was thank you. I couldn't stand, I couldn't think. All I could do was thank him for what seemed to be mercy. I didn't even stop him as he walked past me, into the room where my wife and baby slept. All was silent, that is until I heard the weak struggles of my daughter who's name I didn't know, or that hadn't even been named. What would I tell my wife? How would I explain our daughter's death to her?
Once he walked out and walked away from me, I couldn't do anything more but stay on the floor, curled up and crying. I had lost everything I had hoped for. Everything my wife and I had wanted.
The memory that Kurama's wife was expecting their first suddenly came to mind, that he'd soon find out what it feels like to know that you can't save your own blood, your own flesh when your twisted sense of justice has too much control over your senses. I wondered if he'd be able to kill his own child, if he'd be able to inflict the same pain on himself as he had on me. When that day was to come, I hoped he'd remember this. That he'd remember the day he took my daughter's life and that he would have to do the same to his own. And when it strikes, I wanted him to remember that he had chosen to kill what we had always seen as monsters, and that he had helped in creating one himself. This was my curse to cast on him. I could only wish that I'd see that day, that I'd see his eyes as he realized that he was about to kill his own creation.
