.･⋆:°• ★ 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘.
❝You never should have run away❞
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 a girl, or a subject, rather, of hawkins national laboratory had spent ages fantasising about escaping that hellhole and one day, decided to do it. she succeeded, but they...
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30.05.1973
"Let's try that one more time, shall we? What is your name?" He asked again, stressing over each word.
"Maeve! My name is Maeve." She repeated, copying the doctor's tone. She was getting sick of this.
He gave her a look. Something between a grimace and a cruel yet pitiful smirk. "Wrong answer," he said and pulled her upwards. He grabbed her 'round her triceps in a swift motion and dragged her across the hall and into a new room. It was different. All the walls were white, and it wasn't exactly made of tiles. There were square-pyramid shapes protruding out of the walls and there were no windows, just one door and a strange-looking chair in the middle. The man pushed her in and strapped her arms to the chair.
"I tried to do this nicely, but we just don't have time to waste. It wouldn't have come to this if you'd just accepted your new name," he said, making sure the leather straps were tight around her wrists. He walked towards something like a switchboard but with buttons instead, and cleared his throat. "What is your name?"
"Maeve," she answered, gritting her teeth.
And so it was when the fiery tempest exploded through her body, when the agony erupted through her veins and muscles, that she learnt pain.
Before it was just little scratches and bruises, but now . . . that all changed. She let out a shrill scream, one that barely reached her own ears before her body shut down, and the pain decreased. She let out a soft whimper, breathing heavily and soaked in sweat.
"Now tell me. What's your name?" She wasn't stupid. She'd just have to pretend for now.
"Four. My name is Four."
"I don't believe you," he said and pressed the button again. Before she could protest, the pain came back, harder and faster.
Tears streamed down her face, her veins throbbing. It felt like sticking a finger inside an electrical socket and the energy conducted in her body at a speed as quick as lightning when it strikes, but worse. Her vision blurred, and she couldn't focus on anything anymore. Everything she heard was muffled, as if she was underwater. She felt herself losing her breath, and she could feel the wheeze. She let out another shriek and passed out within seconds.
"What's your name?" She could barely speak, but she forced herself. "Four." "Do you have any other name?" "No." "Has anybody ever called you anything else?" "No. Just Four." "Okay, good. But for one last reminder . . ." "No. No, please don't, no, please!"
The pain was no longer a surprise, and nor was the darkness that came after.
