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Prologue

"chapter one: 'the vanishing of will byers'"
"Eleven?" A small girl with a shaved head called into the darkness. "Eleven." She picked her way through the woods, stumbling over tree roots and gaining scratches from thorns, but she did not stop looking for her sister. This forest was a world unknown to her, a mystery with no regular order or reason to its layout. Nothing like the lab.

"Eleven?" She whimpered. Little did Seven know, Eleven, unlike her, was not alone. She was sat in a burger shop, eating, and the kind owner of the shop, known to many as Benny Hammond, was trying to talk to her, not to much avail. Seven rubbed her eyes. It was late, or 'night time', as she had learnt it was called. She did not, by any means, want to return to the hateful place that was Hawkins Lab.

Seven felt the rain start coming, soaking her hospital gown. She hoped desperately to find Eleven, and hoped that she was safe. Papa had taught them that word. Safe. Eleven and Seven had been fellow test subjects, lab rats, in many experiments involving gifted children. Seven had heard that some children had died in the experiments. She wasn't completely sure of what that meant. She just knew that 'to die' must be a terrible thing.

Eleven, by now, was in the woods, the very same woods as Seven, shocked by what she had just seen. The murder of the nice man that had given her food. She wore a yellow shirt and wandered about, looking for not only Seven, but anyone. Except him. Not Papa. She heard rustling and talking, and stood, physically frozen, with three torches being shone in her face.

Seven's gown clung to her body, doing her no good in keeping warm. She needed to find somewhere, and fast. She came to a clearing in the forest, and on the other side of the clearing was a road. Seven started to walk slowly towards it, but was stopped in her tracks when three odd-looking contraptions that she knew to be called 'bikes' sped past her. She walked backward, believing that this would not be a wise choice of route.

The only light given off was from the moon, and Seven decided that there was most light in the clearing, so she made her way back there. She sat on a log that lay discarded in the middle of the clearing, with the rain still hammering down. She had three objectives: Find warmth, find food and find Eleven. Her sister had helped her escape that place , and Seven decided that she would not stop searching until she found her.

Seven did not feel tired, though it was late; she felt alive with energy and hope. There was no point in sleeping now. Sunlight was already visible through some of the lower branches of the trees. The rain had stopped, but Seven was still soaked through and cold. She gathered what little wits she had about her, and stood up, shaking slightly from the cold.

Seven spun around quickly as she heard a rustle behind her. There was a grown woman standing, quite shocked, before her. The woman was wearing a thin coat, rubber boots, gloves and was holding a gun. Some kind of dead animal was in her other hand.

"What're you doing out here at this time?" The woman asked, a kind tone in her voice. Seven said nothing. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Seven continued her silence and held her hand out in front of her. Let me have your warmth. I need your coat and shoes. Please. The woman went into a trance-like state, and immediately removed her coat and shoes and passed them to the little girl. As Seven freed the woman from her control, the woman looked at her in shock. "The hell is this?" she asked nervously.

"I'm sorry." Seven mumbled quietly, her nose dripping with fresh blood. "Goodbye." She turned and ran as fast as she could, not having had time to dress herself in the coat and boots. Seven prayed that the woman was not following her. She found herself at a gravelly path that hurt her bare feet and decided that it was safe to stop. The rubber boots were too big; but better than nothing, as was the green coat, but she rolled up the sleeves and zipped it up. It did not provide a lot of warmth, but, again, it was better than only the wet hospital gown.

The reality of what she had just done hit Seven like a truck. She had used her powers. On instinct, without being forced. She had controlled the mind of another. And she wasn't sure that she liked the power she had over the woman.

AAAAAAA so that was my prologue! I'm going to write the first chapter really soon, but this gives you a bit of background as to who Seven is and what her relation is to Eleven. Thanks for reading!