I pace back and forth, worrying. Then I hear the alarm go off. I walk out to hear staticky scream over a radio, so I turn it up. But I put it down and continue walking. I open a door and walk through. The lights are flickering, and there is blood covering walls. I walk over to a room and look inside to see papa laying there, unconscious. I hear more screams and turn around. I see a dead person. 'What happened'... I think to myself and continue walking. I look into another room to see a dead child. I start panicking while I continue. I see dead children everywhere, and I start to sob. I look forward and see the door to the rainbow room, I start running to it and open it as I hurriedly run in the room. Everyone here is.. dead. Theres blood everywhere.
I look over to the wall to see 002 being strangled.. even worse. Them I see him. 002 falls to the floor, dead i suppose. I gasp as I see him stood there, seething. He wipes his bloody nose, turning his head slightly but not enough for him to look at me. "I asked you to wait." He says. I run to open the doors but he just closes them. I try to pull them, but it doesn't work. He walks towards me. And though I hate to admit it, he looks so hot. I'm still scared though, i whimper as he walks closer to me.
He traps my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting my head up to look at him. "Why do you cry for them, Four?" He asks me. Tears fall from my eyes but.. the way he's looking at me, the way he's touching me, the way he's speaking to me. "After everything they did to you? Hmm?." He says letting go. He sounds so... delicate. "You think you need them, but you don't. You don't. Oh but you're scared. I was scared once too." He says, wiping my tears. "I know, what it's like. To be different. To be alone in this world." He said, trying to calm me. And a part of me wants to hate him for this.. but another part loves him even more. "Like you, I didn't fit in with the other children. Something was wrong with me. All the teachers and the doctors said i was... 'broken'. My parents though a change of scenery, a fresh start in Hawkins, might just cure me." He said, walking around.
"It was absurd. As If the world would be any different here. But then... to my surprise, our new home provided a discovery. And a newfound sense of purpose. I found a nest of black widows living inside a vent. Most people fear spiders. They detest them. And yet, I found them endlessly fascinating. More than that, I found a great comfort in them. A kinship. Like me, they are solitary creatures. And deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world. The most important of all predators. They immobilize and feed on the weak, bring balance and order to an unstable ecosystem. But the human world was disrupting in this harmony. You see, humans are a unique type of pest, multiplying, and poisoning our world, all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die." He said. I was absurdly take aback at his change of mood, but he didn't seem very stable so I couldn't really speak.
"Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over." He said walking towards me again. "All while preforming in a silly, terrible play, day after day." He was in front of me now, looking at me again. "I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized I didn't have to. I could make my own rules. I could restore balance to a broken world. A predator... but for good. As I practiced, I realized I could do more than I possibly imagined. I could reach into others, into their minds, their memories. I became an explorer. I saw my parents as they truly were. To the world, they presented themselves as good, normal people. But like everyone else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie. They hid some things, Four. Such awful things. I showed them who they really were. I held up a mirror. My naive father believed it was a demon cursing them for their sins." He said, walking around.
