l'appel du vide (henry creel fanfiction)

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It's 1:30 am so I will edit this tomorrow. Enjoy.

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Amelia was in a coma for a month after the endeavor. Her body was physically exhausted from her mind diving into her past unknowingly.

But her brain was wide awake. Caught in a world she did not want to be in.

Stuck in a constant loop of endless torture. The pain rarely ceasing.

She hated this.

The week after the test, Dr Brenner didn't need Peter to watch over Amelia. So Brenner moved Peter to watch over the children in the rainbow room.

Peter spent most of his time in the rainbow room. All he had to do was watch the children and he would be done for the day.

It was a fairly simple job.

Go in early and wait for the children to come in and start playing. 6:00 was wake up time, 9:00 was when Dr Brenner showed up to say good morning to the children.

At 10:00 on the dot, 'Papa' would start lessons. Who was starting lessons first was random with the exception of every other day being odd or even.

For days on end, Peter got to know the kids, with each one being their own person. Even if that was seemingly impossible.

Peter took a particular liking to number 011. He saw a power in the young child that none of the other numbers had.

Eleven was obedient to 'Papa,' yes, but she was malleable. She listened to those in power even if those people weren't Papa.

Today Eleven was sat in front of a disk board. On the bottom, 12 numbers were displayed.

Eleven dropped the puck from the top and watched it fall. She watched it fall into spot numbered 5.

She sighed and tried again.

She dropped the puck again and watched it fall. She looked intently at the puck and watched as it fell into stop 4. Eleven groaned and looked at the board in front of her wanting to give up.

"Which number are you aiming for?" Peter asked her, walking up to the girl.

"Three." Eleven says, gritting her teeth.

"You know, sometimes," Peter started, sitting crisscross next to the girl. "it's helpful to take a step away for a moment."

Eleven looked at him with a neutral expression.

"Let the mind clear." He pursued with a small smile.

Elevens face furrows and she sighs, trying again.

She brought the puck up to the top and let it go. The plinking echoed throughout the room. Her eyes fixed intently on the puck.

Once again the puck lands in the wrong spot and she is evidently upset about it.

"Determined, aren't we?" Peter muses. "You know, you remind me of someone. Someone I used to know really well. Can you guess who that is?"

Eleven looked at him blankly. She couldn't guess who so she just stared.

Peter took a puck from her hand and placed it in the number 1 spot.

"One? Papa said that he doesn't-"

"Exist? I know." Peter paused.