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introduction.

I always hear the saying 'Home Is Where The Heart Is', along with many other commonly used phrases. Papa always tells me that my solitude is a way to control my abilities, I'm always told that I'm a weapon that could one day be used to save the world from bad men. The only reason I stay is because of Papa and what he tells me.

If I have the ability to save people from the wretchedness and evils of the world, then I will seize that opportunity with all of my might. Ever since Eleven and Eight left, it has been lonesome and painful, the experiments and the testing has been rigorous and constant. All of the 'subjects' here at Hawkins lab are gifted with inhuman and unusual powers, which an ordinary individual wouldn't possess.

Eleven, when she was here, was able to move objects with her mind, manipulate even living life forms at her own will. She could see where people were, without being with them. She was one of Papa's deadliest weapons. Eight made people see things, believe things that weren't real, also a deadly weapon. However, they both had the power, and the courage to part from the lab.

I fear departure, this is all I have ever known in my life and venturing into a world that could be the cause of my demise is a very intimidating scenario. I often wonder if they are both still alive, Eight has been gone for the longest, Eleven escaping recently. Where would they have escaped to in the world?

I possess multiple powers, Papa always telling me that I am his most joyous pride. I was taken from my Mama at birth, I was raised in Hawkins lab. I've forced myself to solitude, only speaking to a select few. The trauma weaves through my mind as the experiments continue, I grow more and more exhausted as days go on. They keep me restless, practicing each of my powers individually and also together. I plan an escape, but how much can a 13 year old do in a world when there is no one to confide in?

-Eight years ago, age five-

Papa sat in front of me as I swung my legs back and forth. My head inspected the bland, white room around me, seemingly on its own. I felt a large hand over my own, which caused me to look towards the man who I called my Papa. He spoke in a gentle, kind tone, "We know that you are gifted Six, and you know that too."

I looked towards the door, longing to be with my sisters again, I pleaded with Papa using only my eyes.

"You need to help us understand what you can do, you will one day grow to be powerful and you will help save us from the Bad Men."

I nodded reluctantly as Papa set a photo of a man in front of me, I understood what I was being asked to do. I closed my eyes, stepping into this unnamed man's mind, I saw the choices he had made, the events that he had planned. I saw the future of this man, the way he had determined it. I jumped out of the dream-like state, hopping out of my chair and placing my hand on Papa's cheek, allowing him to see what I had discovered. He gave me an affectionate pat on my head, dismissing me as he conferred with the men which were constantly surrounding him.

-Three years ago, age ten-

I felt the tears escape my eyes, shaking my head frantically as I surveyed the animal in front of me. It was a cute rabbit, white as snow. It's nose twitched as it hopped around in it's small, confined cage. I looked at Papa, he wore a frown of frustration, his face decorated generously with wrinkles. In a different time, he may have been handsome, but the stress of work has weathered his looks.

I continued to shake my head as I spoke with a throat, raw from screaming, "I cannot do it Papa.."

Papa only smiled, inclining his head. I put my head in my hands, stroking my shaven head. I knew I had to, I wouldn't be fed, or let out for that matter, if I didn't. I calmed myself down with a great deal of effort, looking straight at the rabbit. It stilled, in my own mind, I begged for forgiveness. "Pain." I whispered, and the rabbit collapsed to the metal floor of it's cage, writhing and whimpering in an indescribable pain.

I remained focused until I felt a hand on my shoulder, allowing me to relieve the animal of the pain. The door was opened and I ran out of it, returning to the confinement of my room, decorated with drawings and a small stack of books.

-Present time-

The bags under my eyes felt heavy, weighing down my eyelids into an almost sleep-like trance. I couldn't fall asleep, I had hatched a plain. Papa conducted experiments every other day, at a scheduled time. That time was rearing closer and closer. I needed to escape, as quickly as I could. As I've grown older, the reality of Papa's malicious intentions has grown apparent to me and I've grown anxious when thinking of the future. Papa is the Bad Man who I'm supposed to be defending the world from.

Then the time came. Two armed men walked into my room, the only sound being the padding of their foot steps against the marbled floor. They took my arms gently and escorted me out of the room, then after only a couple seconds of walking, I looked at their expressions. At the moment, my ability had shown me that this would be successful, but the future can always change. As I expected, the men remained oblivious to my plans. It had been accepted among the men that Eleven and Eight had escaped, although frantic search campaigns were still being release. Papa trusted me. He trusted me not to run.

But this built up a fiery anger, a burning hatred. With this intoxicating my thoughts, I jerked out of the men's grasp.