ELE-MENTAL

Part 1: The Charity

"Where's my Daddy?"

"He's at work. Come, I'll take you to him"

It's unfortunate that these two met. A young girl lost, missing a father, and a man with all the charm in the world. Of course, the man was a liar. He didn't know her father, nor did he care. What mattered to him was this child; this smart, yet naive, 3 year old girl. As he reached out to her, in this dreary October weather, he smiled. She's trapped now, and that's all the man cared about.

It was raining that day, the 23rd of October. It was all in the local papers "Young girl missing from small town". Plucked right from the porch of her home. There was no sighting of a car. Rather, people said that they saw flashes of light in their windows. The reports say the young girl wandered outside during a heated argument between her inebriated mother and a man who is believed to be the mother's fling for the evening.

The mother called after 3AM, when she finally sobered up and realized the girl was gone. At that point, there was no trace of the girl anywhere. That was all the public knew of the disappearance. And for the most part, the girl was considered dead. Another victim of a pedophile, perhaps? The truth wasn't any better than the speculation, sadly. She'd been taken to be tortured and experimented on. Her and plenty others, before and after.

13 years after... that's were we'll continue this tale.

There was a facility in the North Atlantic, A glass building with sterile halls and tempered individuals. This place was known as "The Charity". It was a place monitored by people amongst all forms of the government. Signed into resolution by all members of the UN Security Council. It's purpose is unknown to many but the DE-facto executive officer of the facility, Mr. Stevens; or if you're a friend, Augustus Stevens. The man stood above his clear castle, with defined edges and perfected geometry, looking stern and ruthless. There was something on his mind, the young girl was of little significance to him until today. In his hands was her paperwork. He read it over and over again, smirked, and read it again.

"Woods. I expect you to be happy about all this" He said to himself.

Stevens, for all intents and purposes, was a very rough man. He has been through wars in his early teens, decorated in his early twenties, and commanded in his early thirties. Now in his forties he displayed some level of elegance, with his burgundy suit, black loafers and a styled black cut over his pale forehead and trimmed brows. Even still, it wasn't hard to tell, that there was a beast underneath all those clothes. And for the monsters he kept, it was more than necessary, he was as vital as a heart.

He walked out of his office and down a white hallway. His destination was the elevator at the end. He had an appointment, of course; a very crucial one. He has been anticipating this meeting since Wednesday. Time, the only thing he hasn't mastered, felt like it was working against him. As he hurried past each door, he was greeted by a familiar voice by the elevator.

"Director Stevens" The woman said "You seem to be in a rush. She's still going through her morning psyche evaluation. Take your time."

"You came all this way to give me orders Amanda?" He said, standing tall above the woman in front of him. The ginger-haired beauty was slightly younger than the hulking man before her. She was wearing a lab coat with burgundy slacks and black loafers, a black dress shirt covering her pretty frame.

"Not orders, suggestions. And besides, As your wife I'm entitled to such things" she said, touching his collar to fix his tie.

"Is she ready?"

" I don't know. I haven't been directly working with her."

"Of course, shes one of several. But you read the report right?"