November 10th, 2002 was the day Number Six Hargreeves went missing. Two years later, Number Seven, Ben, passed away. Soon, with the two who held the group together gone, everyone went there separate ways.
Number One going to the moon.
Number Two ca...
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WHEN THE HARGREEVES SIBLINGS TURNED FOUR, their father told them that Number Eight was sick.
It wasn't anything worth being announced. They got sick all the time. Number Two and Number Eight especially, so the children were unaffected by the news, not knowing what was really happening to Number Eight.
The poor little girl was trapped in a sound proof room in the basement, where it was completely dark, as her father was never nice enough to leave the lights on.
For hours, she was stuck in that room, being able to hear her siblings playing above her. She would sit in the corner the whole time, tears running down her face. What had she done wrong? Why did she have to stay down here while her siblings played above her? It wasn't her fault that her powers broke stuff.
Finally, one day, Reginald brought Three down to the cellar. Number Eight perked up, thinking Reginald was going to let Three in to play with her, not knowing how horribly wrong she was.
"Go on Number Three." Reginald said, Eight looking at her sister, hope still in her eyes.
Three took a deep breath in, before speaking. "I heard a rumor, that you thought you were ordinary."
Eight's eyes turned white, and they slowly faded back to normal. She looked around in confusion. Why was she here? What could she possibly do to get out here?
"Good job Number Three." Reginald said, with a proud smirk. "Now come along, we must do the same to your siblings."
Eight silently walked back into the room, and watched sadly as her sister walked away from her.
When Three and Reginald made it back upstairs, Reginald yelled loudly for the kids.
"Children!"
Six children ran from different places, and they all lined up from One to Seven.
"Now Number Three."
"I heard a rumor," said the young girl watching as all of her siblings eyes turned white. "that you all thought Eight was ordinary."
Once's their eyes faded back to normal, Reginald dismissed them. He held a proud smirk on his face. The most dangerous one was gone. He just needed to get Number Six and Seven under control a bit more, and they would be good. He wanted to refrain from knocking their team of Eight down to Five.
With another sigh, Reginald walked back to his office to write a few things down, putting Number Eight in the basement out of his mind.
Meanwhile, the children were having the time of their lives playing in the garden.
"Float!" Number Four cried. "Make it float!"
Number Six sighed, but used her powers to make the ball they were playing with float. Number Four laughed, and Number Seven jumped, trying to grab it. They played the whole test of the day, Number Eight on the back of their minds as well.
Number Eight, stared at the door, hoping someone would come and open it. But she knew that she had been forgotten about.
She was forgotten about, just like she always would be for the rest of her life.
