SUMMARY: In the beginning, there was a team of scientists who worked for a secret government organization and twelve healthy babies. Each born with the x-gene, and each with their respective number permanently inked onto their right forearm.

But as the years passed and the experiments became harsher, those twelve babies turned into ten toddlers which turned into seven children which in turn became five teens; all "in the name of science."

Eleven was not about to let her legacy be science. She was going to be free, no matter what.

The first face Eleven can remember seeing is that of Wheeler. Theeler was the handler who had long ago been put in charge of her, he was a heavy man with thick glasses, no hair, and a long crooked nose. She did not want that to be the last face she ever saw.

She didn't want her cemented cell to be the place she disappeared in, nor did she want to flicker out under the fluorescent lights of the training room, choking on her own blood, "in the name of science." They always said that- after one of them collapses during training and was carted off, never to be seen again -"They died in the name of science."

Eleven glared down at her tiny bowl of rice. She would not die "in the name of science", those words would not be all that was left of her.

She would escape, no matter what.

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Eight, who could create illusions, make you see things, and Five, who could turn you invisible, lead the escape. Sure it had been Elevens idea to breakout, to run so far that they'd never be able to find you, but it was those two and their "magnificent gifts" that had gotten her and the others out.

The five young mutants had split up once they'd broken out of the facility, which from the outside looking in, was a run-down hospital right off of a highway. One had run across the highway, weaving in between the honking cars, Eleven could remember how, back before Seven and Three has collapsed during training, he had said he wanted to see the ocean. Eight and Five had traveled in the opposite direction of Eleven and Six, and then after an hour or two of walking Six decided it was best they too went their separate ways.

And now, for the first time in her life, she was alone. There were no men in lab coats prodding at her, making her push herself until her head was dizzy and blood was gushing out of her nose, nor were there other "special" children like her in identical uniforms, it was just her and the barely lit street she was walking down.

She crossed her arms over her chest, the later in the night it got the colder the air became, and the more she walked the more she noticed how hungry she was. There would be no more half cold meals and though one might find it odd that a child was grinning at thought of starvation, and homelessness Eleven couldn't help it. They were free!

She was free. Finally.

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Eleven had just settled herself behind a large metel dumpster when it started showering from the sky. Raining, not showering, it was raining.

Eleven let out a laugh as cold droplets of water splashed against the back of her hand.

One had wanted to experience the ocean, Six and Eight had both wated to see a real live animal- Six wanted to see a dog and Eight wanted to see a cat -and Five had wanted to see the sun, but her, Eleven, had wanted to experience weather; and now she was!

Eleven had just started to make her way from behind the dumpster when she heard the quite pitter-patter-splash of someones approching footsteps. She quickly descended into the shadows of the dumpster, pushing herself against the wall. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to turn herself into Five and will herself invisible as she held her breath to quiet her loud heartbeat- she was sure whomever was coming for her could hear it, and she couldn't have that, she wouldn't.

She wasn't like Eight or One, she didn't like fighting. She hated it, and her "gifts". All she could do was destory, that was no gift; but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight, use what they taught her aginst them. She would not be going back, not tonight. Not ever.

Whomever had come for her had stoped on front of the dumpster. She needed to see them to stop them, to-

"Who's there?" The voice was young. It belonged to a male, but none the less, it was young male. "I know you're there," the young male, the boy, stopped, hesitated, and sucked in a deep breath. "I know you're behind the dumpster, so please, just come on out."

Please, this boy had said please. Wheeler had never used please. Neither had any of the other handlers or scientist's; why would they? Eleven and the others were theirs and the word please won't get you every far "in the name of science" not when you have other methods.

Eleven slowly, and very cautiously, crept out from behind the dumpster, only to be met with the side of a boy in a soaking wet hoodie. She supposed she wasn't any better off in her dirt covered slippers and bright yellow uniform.

The boy looked at Eleven suprised, like he hadn't been expecting her to pop out from behind the dumpster. And maybe he wasn't. It probably, though maybe it was- she didn't know -wasn't normal for scared looking girls to pop out from behind dumpsters.

But that didn't stop the kind, closed lip smile from gracing his lips or the suprised expression to melt into warm look from.

"Hi," he breathed softly, "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

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so I know this chapter is relatively short and all but it's still the first chpater and there's A LOT more to come.

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