Your Mind // 001

001 - Dreams

[WARNING: swearing and light smut]

8 Years later, 1982

I celebrated my 18th birthday in my room. I had stolen a small cupcake from the kitchen, which was probably leftovers from the reward treats for the children. You'd think that I would have more privilege, being Brenner's daughter and all. Ever since my father found out my mind-reading powers, he's treated me like a stranger. I was weak, unable to move things physically. After he found out that training me didn't do him any good, he made me an "orderly." I was in the other wing, where nothing ever really happened. But now I've been promoted to a higher level Orderly, which meant I was to work on the main floor of the lab. Happy birthday to me, I guess.

I've barely ever spoken to anyone for the majority of my job, only recieving orders from higher-ups like my father or questions from the children.

The children were numbered from 002 to 018. They didn't have names. Their only significance, at least to 'Papa', was their powers. Other than that, they were nothing. Learned it the hard way.

My new room was the same, barely a difference. Only the bathroom was a little bigger, and there was a larger wardrobe with two sets: the white uniform and the white sleeping gown.

So many choices to choose from. Thanks, dad.

Almost a decade has passed since Henry disappeared. No matter how much I berated my father with questions, he never answered them. He even scripted a device into him to block my powers, meaning I couldn't read him or his memories. I've had dreams every so often. His eyes, still blue, but his skin paler, but I could never see his face. Everything was a blur, and for some reason, I couldn't remember his face. His light brown hair messed up. His screams echoing the halls. I don't know if these dreams were figments of my imagination- all made up, or if they were actually him. I was determined to find him, or at least know the truth.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard footsteps down the halls. They weren't my father's, his shoes were soft and rarely made sound. These were rhythmic and had long strides. I had nothing better to do, so I creaked open my door slightly. I saw no one, but went out anyways. I shut the door and followed the sound. I turned a corner and saw the silhouette of a tall man, walking quickly. It looked as though he was gripping the side of his waist, possibly in pain. I followed behind and watched as he stepped inside the storage room. It had a small window, so the light inside cast a ray on the floor.

I crept up slowly and peered through the window. I could see the man clearly now. He had neat, blonde waves and vibrant blue eyes that were tucked beneath a sharp browline. He was an orderly, I'd seen him around in the halls sometimes, though he was normally quiet and only kept to himself. If he wasn't an orderly here that worked beneath my father, I would've fallen in love at once. His hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and before I could even look away, he was shirtless. His tan-ish skin seemed to glow from sweat and his abs were visible. I saw a large bruise on the place his hand was when he was walking. He grabbed something from the shelf and applied it to the wound before wrapping a bandage around it. He looked angelic.

I gasped at the sight before me, and then realized that I've done it out loud. His head jerked toward me and I ducked, praying he hadn't seen me. I quietly crept to the end of the hallway to turn the corner quickly. I let out a deep breath and looked behind the wall. The door opened, and he stepped out fully dressed, looking both ways, confused. Before I could think I ran away to my room, and then heard fast footsteps behind me.

Holy shit, he's chasing me.

I ran into my room and closed the door, panting. I opened the window cover on my door to see him run past the door. I let out a sigh of relief before turning off the lights and plopping myself onto the bed.