AN: Alright, so that thing where I said I'd update Pride and then Chance and alternate, yeah that's kind of been broken already and I'm sorry for that, but I was hit with some big ideas for this story that I think you guys will like. Other than that thank you for reading, Review, Favourite, and follow if you want, and peace. (Also I watched 'Everything Sucks!' On Netflix and let's just say, expect a story for that when it gets its own category.

God it felt good to be alive! Now if I was still in that hell hole I might have a different answer for you, but right now? For once I actually kinda want to live my life.

The thoughts raced through my head as I emerged onto that bustling street in this "New York" place. Sure it scared the hell out of me at first, I've never seen the outside of anything before really, all I'd known is my cell, the halls, and the training room. But now? I loved the atmosphere.

The time was 7:16 AM when I first got onto that street, the first thing I felt was the air. My god the air! It felt so much better to breathe rather than the air in that lab.

Everything was going great... until a police officer approached me, with his gun drawn, as I had my gun drawn. Not the brightest move now that I think about it walking into a heavily populated street with a silenced pistol in your hand.

"Look kid I'm gonna tell you one time, drop the gun." He said as he approached me gun raised.

So, not feeling like getting shot today, I slowly lowered myself to the ground and set down the gun before standing back up, a plan was already formulating in my mind as he approached me. As soon as he touched my wrist I immediately swung my foot directly into that place behind your knee, you know that place? I don't know the name, or if it even has one.

Upon slamming my foot into his behind-the-knee-area-thingy he dropped to the ground and, just as I wanted him too, he dropped his gun. As soon as this happened I swiped his gun and was off to the races. Sure, I probably could have killed him, probably would have made things a lot easier, but I don't know if it was killing 15 other people that day, but I didn't really feel like murdering the poor bastard.

And so I started running, letting my feet carry me wherever they thought had the least chance of getting me killed as that officer from before started to chase after me, his donut buddy's coming along for the chase as well.

I ran down the length of the street before quickly dodging into one of the side alleys, just like the one I had originally come out of, I looked to my right and saw a fire escape stairwell, immediately darting for the stairs and climbing them, hiding behind the (thankfully) metal covered railings.

I sat there for a moment, listening as the police kept running down the alley, too bad for them as I was already in the clear. I wasted no time standing up and leaning over the railing as I watched them turn the corner of the alley, too focused on trying to keep up with me to even observe their surroundings.

I looked to my right and noticed that there was a door, probably to an apartment, and the best part? Completely unlocked.

"Don't mind if I do." I said as I slid open the door with my other hand that wasn't holding my new gun as I waltzed right into a small, modern looking living room. While a nice living room was fine and dandy I immediately walked right through it, going to the only room of this apartment that meant anything to me.

The kitchen.

I opened up the fridge and was greeted by tons and tons of different foods, foods that I was only taught about back in those "classes" they gave me back in that lab.

I immediately went for the first thing that I've always, always wanted to try. Pizza. I ripped the small plate with two slices of pizza out, along with the jug of milk sitting in the side, holder thing.

But the worst part? No milk. Absolutely not a single drop left. If you're going to have someone break into your apartment I mean, at least leave them a bit of milk.

I was just about to take off the plastic wrap on the plate until I heard footsteps coming down the hall only for some girl with brown hair to walk in to the kitchen.

"Hey Jonatha-" She said before stopping mid sentence to look at me, man it was funny when she saw that I had a gun, you could see the blood leave her face!

"You're not Jonathan..." She said shakily as she took a few steps back.

"No I'm not, shame really." I said as I set my gun down on the counter as she looked at me in disbelief as I began to unravel the plastic wrap, and take a bite of one of the pieces of pizza, my first piece of pizza ever.

"Then who the hell are you?" She said angrily as her hands began to ball up into fists.

"Me?" I said pointing to myself.

"I am pride, but I also go by-" I was saying, raising my wrist before I was cutoff by the sound of a door opening and closing only for some guy to walk in now.

"Hey Nancy how are... you." He said as he walked into the kitchen, bags of groceries in his hands and a bright smile on his face... until he saw me, and my gun sitting on the counter.

We all just stared at each other before I finally broke the silence.

"You might not want to get too comfortable there, you're all out of milk." I said shaking the empty jug as their faces contorted into a look of confusion, anger, and disbelief.

...

"Woah... so Brenner is..." Dustin said trailing off as he watched the news lady speak about the massacre.

"Dead." Lucas said, finishing his sentence.

"Papa's gone." El said blankly as she kept her head turned towards the TV before whipping back towards us, a bright smile on her face.

"Papa's gone!" She yelled as she jumped around excitedly, the rest of us in shock that one, Brenner was still alive, two, Eleven saw a massacre as a reason to celebrate, and three, that Brenner was in fact, really gone now.

We kept watching the broadcast as it listed everyone who was killed as part of the attack, after listing all of the deceased it then gave a silhouette with a description of a the murderer. Dark brown, almost black eyes, 5'11" with black hair, and is described as being highly dangerous.

But as I looked over all the info, one thing didn't make sense.

"If they can give us all of this information about him, eye colour and everything, why do we not have a picture or a name?" I said as I looked to the rest of the group.

"You're right, that doesn't make any sense at all." Dustin said as he turned to me, his face curled into a thinking expression.

"I don't know guys, something about this seems off. Something about this seems... strange." I said as I turned back to the TV, now going onto a new story.

...

"Who the hell are you." Jonathan said with an expression of just pure anger written all over his face.

"Yeah who are you to walk into our apartment with a gun... and eat our pizza." Nancy said as she looked towards me, that exact same look in her eyes.

"Hah! You two got the exact same look on your faces!" I laughed as I took another bite of pizza, noticeably dry with the absence of that milk I was still waiting on.

"But since you asked so nicely, let me indulge."

"While I myself refer to myself as Pride, I do have another name..." I said as I lifted my sleeve, revealing my tattoo.

"Number 001." I said as I looked towards them, I don't quite understand why but it almost looked like they had seen a ghost!

"N-number 1?" Johnathan said shakily.

"That's right Johnny Appleseed, but please, I don't refer to myself as that, if you're gonna talk to me, then please, call me Pride." I said as I went on to the other piece of pizza.

"He's just like Eleven?" Nancy whispered over to Jonathan.

"Mhm! Tou knowh her?" I said, my mouth full of that sweet, sweet bread, cheese and sauce.

"What does it matter to you?" Nancy said, crossing her arms.

"I'm looking for her! I'm trying to find a place where I can live out my life in peace, and if she's able to live there normally, then why can't I?" I said finishing off the pizza, and throwing the plate into the sink, like, actually throwing it and breaking it.

"Look, you've broken into our house, you've brought a gun in here, you've ate our pizza and smashed our plates." Jonathan said approaching me, lifting up two small chips of the plate.

"Why the hell should we help you?" He asked, eyeing me down.

"Well you obviously know the girl." I said pulling out the photo of the girl and her friends.

"And you-" I said before the photo was ripped out of my hands by Jonathan.

"How the hell did you get this." He said as he looked at me, his eyes going a pure shade of red.

"Oh that? Got that from Brenner's office." I said taking it back from Johnathan, as he began to take a few steps back.

"Wait... you're working with Brenner?" He said, a look of worry now in his eyes.

Now this one made me really laugh.

"HAH! That piece of shit wished he could work with me!" I said laughing.

"Wished?" Nancy said giving me a quizzical look.

"Oh yeah!" I said snapping my fingers.

"I may have killed him... 27 minutes ago? About that." I said as they loosened up a bit.

"...And maybe 14 others, but I mean hey? Who's counting?" I said shrugging as they visibly tensed again.

"You killed 15 people in less than an hour? You're sick..." Jonathan said looking at me with eyes saying 'I'm disgusted.'

"It's what I had to do!" I yelled slamming my fist onto the countertop.

"If I didn't kill them I was going to be stuck in that prison till the day I die." I said walking back around the counter.

"You just wouldn't understand. I don't expect you too."

"To us, we're the hero of our own story, but we never think that maybe, were the villain in everyone else's." I said as I began walking over to their sliding door, my hand rested on the handle before Jonathan spoke up.

"Stop." He said as I spun around.

"...We'll help you."

"Why bother, you'd just be dragging yourselves into this mess." I said, my hand still resting on the door.

"Because when Eleven came around... She'd killed people too, but we gave her a chance to live a normal life. Why wouldn't you deserve the same." He said as I spun around to see him holding out his hand to me.

"...Thank you." I said as I shook his hand, this was it, this was the first step to living my life, a life free from Brenner, free from the lab.

Free, from killing.