Mercy- 001 x OC

Chapter 10- The Escape

Henry pushed the doors to the rainbow room open. Valerie raised her right hand and pushed the children into walls, with her other hand she stopped their hearts.

Hearing the doors swing open and a voice yelling, "Stop!"

Both Valerie and Henry stopped. A thud echoed through the room. Valerie slowly turned Eleven stood in the middle of the room.

"I asked you to wait." Henry spoke.

Eleven's eyes shot between the pair and the dead children. She turned and ran to the door. The door opened, Valerie shut it with a flick of her wrist.

Henry slowly strided to Eleven, placing a finger under her chin, his eyes pierced through the child, she trembled in fear, Valerie wanted to ask him to stop, she tried to open her mouth, but something in her gut told her not to.

"Why do you cry for them, Eleven? After everything they did to you? Hmm? You think you need them, but you don't. You don't. Oh, but I know you're just scared."

"I was scared once too." Valerie spoke up, her blood stained clothes glinting with the dark redness, "I know what it's like, to be different, to be alone in this world."

"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' they said. My parents thought a change of scenery, a fresh start in Hawkins, might just cure me. It was absurd." Henry walked as he spoke, "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're solitary creatures. And deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world. The most important of all predators. They immobilize and feed on the weak, bringing balance and order to an unstable ecosystem. But the human world was disrupting this harmony." Turning back to Eleven, "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 straightjacket."

"A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made up rules." Valerie stated, looking up at Eleven, "Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each one a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce and die." Valerie raised her voice.

"Everyone is just... waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. 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 did not 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, their minds, their memories. I became an explorer. Saw my parents for who they truly were. To the world, they presented themselves as good, normal people. But like everything else in this world. It was a lie. A terrible lie. They have done things, Eleven. 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. But my mother somehow knew it was I who was holding up that mirror and she despised me for it. She called a doctor, an expert. She wanted him to lock me away, to fix me, even though it wasn't I who was broken. It was them. And so she left me with no choice, but to act. To break free. With each life I took, I grew stronger. More powerful. They were becoming a part of me. But I was still a child and I did not yet know my limits. And it nearly killed me. He was arrested, blamed for the death of my sister and mother, just like I planned. But I was far from free. I woke up from my coma only to find myself placed in the care of a doctor. The very doctor I hoped to escape. Dr. Martin Brenner. Papa. But the truth. The truth is he didn't just want to just study me. He wanted more. He wanted control. When Papa finally realized he couldn't control me, he tried to recreate me. He began a program and soon, others were born, and I'm so happy that you were, Eleven. So very glad."