Leo is kind of OOC in this chapter, but taste because it's more of a prologue. Leo's humor will start showing up next chapter.

This is based off of Stranger Things with Leo as Eleven. If you have not seen Stranger Things, fear not. This follows the episodes and the story line, so you won't really be missing anything. Leo is Eleven, and it's from his point of view, so if you're missing a puzzle piece, that's because Leo doesn't have that information himself.

When it talks about Eleven, that is Leo. His 'new name' will be explained later.

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WARNINGS: UH... MURDER AND SOME BLOOD, IT'S ONLY LIKE ONE PARAGRAPH, MAYBE 2, THOUGH


"Are you sure about this, Hera? I mean, this doesn't concern him."

"But it concerns the gods. This monster is more dangerous than three grown Cyclopses, the Minotaur, and all the auri combined. If this thing isn't defeated, who knows what kind of havoc it could wreck?"

"But why him? Why not anyone else?"

"He is much stronger than many people realize. With his mental strength, his cleverness, his fire powers, and Hecate's gift of telekinesis, he will be able to stop this monster."

"When will we send him home?"

"When he defeats the monster."

"All right," he sighed before snapping his fingers. "I just hope you're right about this."

"Oh, believe me. I am."


It was all so fuzzy. He remembers pain... fire... blackness... voices... nothing else.

He sits up, sluggishly, his head pounding like crazy, and he is immediately on his feet, despite his shaking legs. He may not know where he was or where he's from, but he knows that whatever this place is is dangerous.

The room is small with metal walls, a metal door, and no windows. There's a bed fit for a scrawny child with white sheets and a white blanket and a thin pillow. There's nothing else.

The sudden bout of dizziness that hits him forces him to sit down, and for several moments, he just sits there. Too much in shock to move a muscle.

Creak... the door opens, and he shoots to his feet, nearly falling over again. When he tries to take a step, he did just that; he face plants the floor.

"Woah, Little One. Be careful, Eleven," a voice says from above him, and he's being lifted into someone's arms. Someone he doesn't know.

Eleven? Is that his name? He doesn't have time to worry about it because he doesn't know this man, and he's not about to relax in his presence. Therfore, he kicks him.

"Eleven... Eleven, stop it," the man commands, throwing him on the bed and holding the small boy down.

Eleven stops struggling, and finally gets a good look at the man. He's tall with pale skin and white hair. His eyes are not unkind, but definitely stern. He's wearing a lab coat and kakhi pants.

"Who are you?" Eleven croaks, his throat dry.

"Call me Papa. I found you wandering in the woods, Little One. I brought you here to keep you safe," he tells him.

"Then, why am I locked up?"

"Well, Eleven, you see, you're special. You can do things that no one else can."

"Like what?"

"Well, we're about to show you, Little One. Come with me, but if you fight me or anyone else, I'll have to punish you, and I don't want to do that. Just remember that."

Eleven nods and allows himself to be pulled along down an empty corridor and into another, which is packed with people, most of whom stop in their tracks to stare. Papa holds him close, and Eleven wants desperately to throw him off and run; he doesn't trust this man quite yet.

He's taken into a white and bare room with a long table, a metal chair, and a wide window for the people to stare at him through.

Papa sits him down in the chair and sets an empty soda can in front of him.

"All right, Eleven. Now, I need you to concentrate really hard. Just imagine that soda can crushing, caving in on itself. Can you do that?"

Eleven doesn't see how, but he nods as Papa starts putting this weird net of cords and suction cups over his head, sticking the stuction cups to his forehead.

"Keep this on, Eleven." Papa leaves to stand outside the window.

Eleven tries to do as Papa said. He concentrates on the can, imagining it crushing and compacting into a small, aluminum circle. At first, nothing happens. But then, it started melting.

The people outside watch on in amazement as the can suddenly smolders and melts into a silver and crimson puddle on the table, so hot that the wood sizzles and smokes.

Papa says something to another man, but Eleven can't hear it. And he gets distracted when a small droplet of blood drips onto his hospital gown and he's suddenly taken over with fatigue.

Papa opens the door and helps Eleven stumble to his feet.

"You did very good, Eleven."


Eleven started to adjust to a life in the lab. He never went outside, and he did what everyone said. Simple as that.

The times he hadn't done what others said... bad things happened.

At the end of a long corridor, there's a room. Small and dark and all metal and soundproof. No one hears Eleven scream when he's locked in there.

He's only been in there twice. The first time, he pounded on the door and screamed for someone-anyone- before giving up and sinking to the floor.

But the second time...

"NO! NO, LET ME GO!" Eleven screamed, kicking and punching the men holding him and dragging him down the corridor

Papa's standing at the end of the hall, watching with a sad and disappointed expression on his face.

"PAPA!"

Eleven is thrown through the open doorway, but right before the men can close it, he uses his mind to throws one of them into the wall, breaking his neck. Then, he narrows in on the other man, the one that liked to hit him when he didn't do something right or fast enough. The man starts to scream and shiny burns appear all over his skin; blood drips down his body, staining his clothes before he collapses to the floor, his eyes wide open and empty.

The adrenaline leaves, and Eleven collapses, falling against the wall as blood drips from his nose and little cuts that suddenly appeared on his arms and chest.

Papa steps inside and picks him up without a word; Eleven promptly passes out.


When Eleven comes to, Papa's sitting him in a chair in that experiment room, the one he'd been in when he melted the soda can.

"Papa," he whispers.

"Shh, it's okay, now Eleven."

He sits beside Eleven, placing a picture on the table.

"You see this man, Eleven?" Papa asks, pointing at the man in the photo.

"Hurt him," Eleven whispers, still traumatized from what occurred with the men and his powers less than fifteen minutes before.

"No," Papa corrects him. "I don't want you to hurt him. I want you to find him."

"Find him," Eleven repeats.

"Yes," Papa responds. "I want you to find him and then repeat what he says back to me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Good," Papa replies. "Go find him, Eleven."

Eleven sighs and closes his eyes.

When he opens them, he finds himself in a dark plane with water covering the floor and soaking his bare feet. There's nothing but darkness and water.

"Green, Cat, Mouse, Water."

Eleven looks up, and he slowly begins to follow the voice, walking across the dark plane until he spots the man from the photograph.

He's sitting at a silver table, much like the one Eleven was sitting at before he found himself in the dark plane.

"Eleven?" Papa's voice echoes through the entire plane, but Eleven's eyes don't leave the man at the table. "Eleven, repeat the words."

"Sister, Shell, Care," the man states.

"Eleven, repeat the words back to me."

Meanwhile, in our world, Papa (aka Dr. Brenner) glances up in astonishment when the lights flicker before the room becomes dark.

"Fish, book, parakeet," the voice of the man (aka employee Thomas Walsh) blares from the speakers on the walls.

"Extraordinary," Brenner murmurs.


The door creaks open, and Eleven sits up in his bed, his stuffed lion (Papa had given it to him a while ago, but Eleven didn't know when exactly. He had no way to keep track of time in the lab) sitting on his lap.

"Hello, Eleven," Papa says with a smile as he sits on the edge of Eleven's bed. "It's time."

"The bathtub?" Eleven mumbles, remembering the conversation Papa and some other men had had about him the other day.

Papa nods. "The bathtub."


Eleven is wearing a skintight outfit that has metal woven into some parts of it, such as the padding over the stomach and the back. It's a cream color and only covers Eleven's top half and a few inches down his legs; there are no sleeves and Eleven shivers in the cool air of the room.

There are tons of machines and objects Eleven doesn't recognize. Men that Eleven knows (both kind and mean) are scattered around the room.

"Come along, Eleven," Papa urges, pulling Eleven over to some metal steps.

Eleven climbs them on shaky legs, and Papa guides him to a huge tank filled with water. A rod dangles from ropes over the water, almost like the perch in bird cages. Papa places a hand on Eleven's back and nods, motioning for the boy to step onto the rod.

Eleven obeys, and Papa steps back as the rod begins to lower, using a pully system (Eleven isn't sure how he knows that), slowly bringing Eleven down into the water.

Right before Eleven's head dips beneath the water, a man slips a huge helmet over his head to prevent the boy from drowning (kind of like astronaut helmets but for underwater purposes).

Then, Eleven is completely submerged in the water, and he steps off of the rod and into the tank, hearing the rod return to the surface behind him. Somebody shuts the top of the tank, leaving Eleven trapped inside.

Eleven feels fear take ahold of him, and he presses his hand against the plastic of the tank, as though reaching for Papa on the other side. A panel slides shut, and Eleven is left in complete and utter darkness.

Eleven closes his eyes.

When he opens them, he finds himself back on the dark plane.

Beforehand, Eleven had been given a photograph of a man and instructions to find him. It didn't take long, but that didn't necessarily mean the task went without a hitch.

The man stands in the dark plane, and he says words that Eleven doesn't understand, speaking with a heavy accent that Eleven vaguely recognizes, although he doesn't know from where. Russian, maybe?

Eleven is about to use his powers to rig the man's voice to come out of the speakers at the lab, but before he gets the chance, a noise makes him stop.

It's a guttural sound, harsh and an almost wet kind of sound. It's the kind of sound that is produced when someone-or something- is eating in a fast and sloppy manner. In between this particular sound, growls echo across the plane before the sound resumes.

Eleven turns toward the sound as the man vanishes in a puff of smoke, and he sees... he sees...

He isn't really sure what it is. He can only make out a vague outline in the distance.

Eleven takes a couple of steps forward, his feet whispering on the surface of the water.

Eleven stops dead two yards from the thing.

It's a hideous creature with skin that is tinged blue and stretched over potruding, razor sharp bones. It's head is free of hair, and the sound it makes rings throughout the plane, invading Eleven's ears.

Eleven doesn't hesitate. He turns on his heel and runs, his bare feet splashing in the water.

The dark plane melts away, and Eleven is back in the bath tub, sobbing and whimpering in fear. The water quivers with his shaky powers.

It's over. He's safe...

Or so he thinks.


Eleven curls up on his bed, his knees drawn to his chest, and he doesn't look up when Papa steps into his bedroom.

"Hello, Eleven," Papa greets.

Eleven nods in acknowledgement, and Papa sits on the edge of the bed.

"Eleven, you're going back to the bathtub, and this time, we make contact," Papa tells him, referring to the monster in the dark plane. "This time, I don't want you to run from it. It's calling to you, Eleven. So don't turn away from it."

Eleven nods, although his hands have already begun to shake.

"Today," Papa says, "we make history."


Papa holds Eleven's hand as they walk into the bathtub room, as Eleven calls it, but this time, the room is filled with men in suits that Eleven doesn't know.

"They're all friends, Eleven," Papa assures him. "They're just here to watch."

Eleven nods, nervously, and Papa escorts him up the flight of metal steps. Eleven takes a deep breath before stepping onto the perch hanging above the tank.

"It can't hurt you. Not from here. It's calling to you, Eleven," Papa repeats, "so don't turn away from it."

Eleven nods. "Yes, Papa."

Papa steps back, and the perch begins to lower, the pulleys squealing. The helmet is placed over Eleven's head, and he is completely emerged in water.

The perch returns to the surface, and the panels above and in front of Eleven close, leaving him in darkness.

Eleven hears the sound before he even opens his eyes, and when he does, he wishes desperately that he could close them again.

The monster is a few yards away, feasting just like last time.

"Don't turn away from it."

Eleven takes a few steps forward, his footsteps on the water murmuring with each step.

"Don't turn away from it."

Eleven stops less than a foot from the monster, and he raises a hand, pointing two fingers at the beast.

"Don't turn away from it."

Eleven brings his quivering fingers closer to the monster.

"Don't turn away from it."

Eleven's fingers touch the monster's skin, squishing into the blue, almost fake skin until his fingers tap against the bone.

The monster whirls around, screeching, and for the first time, Eleven gets a good look at it.

It has blueish skin that drips with gooey slime and is smeared with what appears to be blood. Its body is bony and disgusting and grotesque, but the worst part is its face, or more accurately, lack thereof. The thing has no face, just flaps that remind Eleven of a very angry flower and when it screechs, he sees a horrible mouth of razor sharp teeth that a full grown shark would be frightened of.

Eleven's eyes fly open, and he screams, blood trickling out of his nose and over his lips (nosebleeds are a side effect of using his powers).

The walls of the lab begin to crack, as though something is plowing through the concrete, and doctors and scientists run for the doors, screeching in fright and confusion.

Eleven's powers run wild, and the walls of the tank-the metal walls, I might add- crack, shattering open and releasing several gallons of water and the boy trapped inside.

Eleven sees chaos. Men racing around like headless chickens, screaming, while the walls crack and break around them.

No one is paying attention to Eleven (for the first time since he entered the lab). They're all too busy trying to escape the room.

Eleven takes advantage of this. He's scared and frightened, and he can't find Papa, so he does what he does best (although he isn't sure how he knows that).

He runs.

Eleven makes it outside of the room and the lab altogether. There is no one outside, no one watching; they're all inside, trying to get the situation under control.

Eleven can escape, but how? There's a fence three times as tall as Eleven.

Eleven spots a pipe jutting out of the ground. A grown man-heck, an average sized teenager- couldn't fit through it, but Eleven, who was scrawny to begin with and was rarely fed in the lab, could fit through.

Eleven kneels on the ground at the entrance to the pipe and begins to crawl.


If you have seen Stranger Things, this chapter will make a lot of sense to you. If you haven't, that's okay, and if you're confused, that's okay, too, because this story is a mystery. Everything will be answered in time. Besides, if I don't confuse you at some point in the story, it won't be a mystery, so watch out for that.

Next chapter will start to divert away from the original story line of Stranger Things for those of you that have seen it, by the way.

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