Papa Loves Me

by solangewrites

Dark fic containing every sort of evil. Experiment Eleven has spent her whole life confined in the lab. She has never dreamed of anything else. Papa wouldn't allow it. But one day, someone new comes. A boy. Eleven must question everything she thought she knew, including the primary tenet of her life- Papa.

27. February 13th, 1985

February 13th, 1985.

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The doctor runs the metal stick over my limbs as I stand perfectly still. I don't know what they're scanning for, but I must not move. It's excruciating because across the room, there's Mike. He's even taller and prettier than I remember. He hasn't looked at me. My heart hurts to see him across the room, so close but really so far. Somehow I absolutely know I cannot say anything to him. Instead I just watch him, writing something on a clipboard as a scientist watches over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the scientist starts waving his hands around in an unhappy manner. My brow twitches as Mike starts to gesture. They seem to be arguing over something that Mike has written. Then, the man hits Mike full across the face. A blinding white rage fills my head and I hear a horrifying wet snap before I fall to the ground.

Warm blood runs from my nose and my head pounds, feeling dead and useless. I try to shove myself up, looking for Mike. Is he okay? Did I hurt him? I glimpse him out of the corner of my eye.

He sits, frozen. There's a body at his feet, accompanied by a small pool of blood.

"Mike." I groan, throat sore and dry. Hands carefully lift and set me on the examining table.

"Excellent." Papa breathes. "Wheeler?"

Mike snaps out of his reverie and stumbles over to Papa.

"Yes, yes sir."

"You're promoted. Take Johnson's position."

Mike looks like he's going to vomit. But before he can, I do.