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Chapter 3

A/N: the next two chapters are dark just a heads up! You can skip if you want.

Chapter 3:

Eleven sat on her bed with her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The crying came to a halt when she was dragged out of the room. This time, she had no idea what was going to happen. Her papa usually tells her when she is going to have visitors. Eleven wasn't sure she wanted visitors two days in a row.

The two scientist clad in white protective gear restrained the ten year old as if she'll end them all in one blow. Eleven probably could, but papa's words haunted her. Termination.

The scientist brought her to an area. Eleven has never been there before. Her brown doe like eyes wondered around the room. The walls were all white and the floor bared white glossy tiles. Her feet stopped as she was placed to stand in front of the window that usually the strangers in suits stood and watched.

Was she going to be allowed to watch a movie? She only got to watch one movie in her young life. It was a movie on the Russian bombings. She found it boring but it was fun compared to making stories that she made up in her head.

Her head turned to look at the tall figure beside her. She didn't hear her papa come to stand beside her. He placed a cold and big hand on the tiny frail shoulder beside him.

"Eleven, I have something I'd like for you to watch. This right here is what happens to naughty little girls who disobey their papa. Do you remember little Ten? I believe you both were in the nursery together?"

"Yes, Papa."

Indeed Eleven does remember some of her nursery time. As a baby she always wondered why the man who called himself "Papa" wouldn't sit and feed her a bottle or let her sit in a soiled cloth diaper. She remembered she had a sibling there. A girl. They called her Ten. Ten was only one years older and 2 years old Eleven remembered her sibling always beating her up and leaving bruised. She'd lie to the caretaker and to Papa when he asked. Ten didn't want someone else to take and away her spotlight, but papa always wanted more.

"Well, Ten has been very, very, very naughty. She bit Papa and she won't show Papa's friends her amazing powers. Do you think that's naughty?"

"Yes, papa", Eleven said as she was ripped from her thoughts. She wasn't quite sure what the word, "naughty", meant, but she knows when she bit and threw a fit papa would call her naughty.

"Watch closely my dear, you'll see what happens to all naughty children who disobey their Papa. Maybe, that will teach you to be a good girl", Papa turned Eleven's head to peer down in window to feast her mind upon at the peach fuzzed head that she knew was Ten.