Vendetta for Eleven.

By Time Traveller-1900.

"There's acute evidence she has been experimented on in the past, and the 011 tattoo on her left arm shows she came from a scientific research institute, but she doesn't seem to have a match in our records."

Dr Delia Surridge, the Head of the Larkhill Resettlement Camp, irritably waved her hand. "To hell with where she came from," she snapped, "Is she suitable for the experiments? We need new test subjects fast, and with the borders to the UK closed off, we're fast running out of suitable livestock for the experiments to ensure we never suffer through anything like the St Mary's virus ever again."

"We're aware of that already, Dr Surridge. But yes, the girl seems to be suitable for some of the experiments even if many of the others won't like it if a girl who doesn't conform to the undesirable list is touched. Aside from her panic attacks when she was brought in, yes she is suitable," the assistant smirked.

"I heard she fought back," Surridge commented.

"She did, while it was ultimately futile and useless, she did put up something of a fight, and there's one more thing," the assistant stopped, and Surridge was forced to stop as well. "It seems she has telekinetic powers."

Surridge didn't expect that. "What do you mean?"

The assistant produced a smartphone and after a few moments showed Surridge the video of the incident in question. It showed the tiny slip of a girl throwing out her arms with a scream, and everyone was thrown aside, and the doors and walls of the room they were in, buckled and were torn apart.

Surridge grabbed the phone and replayed it. She replayed it over and over until it was replaying in her brain without the phone.

"Fascinating," Surridge breathed as she took a moment to reflect on how this could work for Norsefire; while she didn't really care much for some of the stance of the Party, and their views she had merely followed her orders. "This is a bit out of my league; I'm more into anatomy, biochemistry, and viral research. This is a fringe field, in my view. Do we have anyone here who can, I dunno, help us to learn more about this weird power and see if it's not a fluke?"

"No," the assistant shook her head. "We could inquire if there's anyone out there," she went on, suggesting.

"Are you mad? If anyone else catches wind of this, the girl will be dragged out of Larkhill or shot out of fear. No, this needs to be kept quiet and we need proper scientific procedures, not big booted idiots storming around the place and causing more trouble," Surridge said.

In her head, dozens of plans were swirling about as she tried to think of ways she could profit from this, how many scientific discoveries could be made possible and how much more of the mind could be examined if the experiments and research were performed properly, and she was wondering if it were even remotely possible to transplant the ability into other people.

There was an explosion. "What the hell is going on?" Surridge demanded.

-8-

Most of the test subjects of the Hawkins Laboratory learnt to withdraw into their minds whenever they were drugged up, and Eleven was no exception. She had retreated into the void the moment she had found herself drugged up. Inside the void, Eleven was able to remember recent events. After the fight with the Demogorgon in the school, she had found herself in the Upside Down, but she had gotten lost and then she had found herself in a large place that was nothing like Hawkins.

But she had been seen coming out and she had tried escaping, but thanks to her lack of knowledge of the place she had been caught too quickly. To make matters worse, Eleven was forced to use her powers, but she had been hit by a dart that made her sleepy and disorientated. Her memories were sketchy before she was brought to a place that reminded her of the Lab at Hawkins. But the effects of the drugs had passed and she had tried to escape again, and once more used her powers, but she was then gassed. There was a similar process Papa had used but he didn't like using it too often, as he felt it made them weak.

Right now, Eleven was reaching out, trying to find Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Joyce, Nancy, Jonathan, and Hopper, but she couldn't find them, she just didn't know if she was too far away or if they were dead, but she could see and hear the conversations one of the scientists had with someone else, and she felt anger entering her.

She had escaped the Lab, and helped Joyce, Hopper, and the others find Will in the Upside Down. She hadn't wanted to be caught out like this again. Eleven decided she'd had enough of this, and she reached out her mind for the Upside Down, she was delighted when she touched the other reality, and she could feel the feral, animalistic minds of the Demogorgons.

Eleven hesitated for a moment. The last time she did this, it resulted in so many pointless deaths, including a young woman who had dreams and hopes. Her loss was still deeply felt. But the ones who felt that loss were good people. And the people here were not good. For a moment, Eleven pulled away and she reached out and touched the minds of everyone here in this Lab.

And she recoiled in terror and horror; telepathically speaking, this place was a nightmare. So much fear. So much loss. So much pain. She saw the doctors sadistically experiment on dozens of people, who begged and pleaded for mercy while others just simply gave in, seeing no point in resisting.

But there was one mind out of all of them that interested her.

It was a man. A man who had been experimented on himself and now his mind…it felt just wrong, like whatever they'd done to him had warped and changed it unnaturally, but there was a spark of the original man there, still. And he had a plan to escape. He had been growing flowers for the officials, but he had taken something from them in secret and mixed them to form something new. Something dangerous. And he was now ready. He was going to set off his weapons.

Eleven pulled away and focused on the Demogorgons and the Upside Down; since some of her mind was focused on the Upside Down here, she was able to find out where the gate she had come in from was. It was a long way away, but as long as she followed it, she would find her way back to wherever it was, and return to Hawkins and Mike. And that was the only thing keeping her going right now.

Sensing that the man was nearly ready, Eleven decided to give him some help. She touched the Demogorgons, and she screamed….

-8-

In another part of the camp, the homemade bomb exploded. But the detonation was made worse when cracks appeared, and monstrous creatures emerged.

-8-

When Eleven forced herself back into her body, she was able to only just fight the worst of the drug's effects, they had been wearing off for some time now. As she came to, Eleven heard the screams of the dying. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of smoke. She briefly examined the locked door. For most prisoners, it would be a problem, but for Eleven it was as easy to open as a conventional door. Holding out her hand, Eleven concentrated on the door and ripped it off of its hinges before she walked out, coldly stepping over the ripped-open corpse of one of the bad men, ignoring it.

While she kept her eyes open for any signs of the Demogorgons, Eleven went to the gate she'd created, considering it for a moment. She had felt sick being in the Upside Down the first time around, but at the same time, it had helped her come here. She could use it again now, she realised, she could leave this place now, this evil place and return to Mike, and let these people clean up the mess. But no sooner had the thought entered her mind, than she heard something behind her.

Eleven swung around quickly. She had partly expected to be confronted by one of the Demogorgons she had unleashed deliberately. But it was just as bad. It was one of the bad people, and it was the same woman she had seen speaking to the other woman, who'd wanted to experiment on her.

"You," the woman whispered.

But Eleven held out a hand and lifted her up by the throat, and she squeezed. But somewhere in her mind, almost like a dream or a memory, Eleven pushed with her powers and broke into the woman's mind. Ignoring the pained gasps and shouts from the woman, Eleven tore into the other woman's mind, and she learned…

Memories of a childhood not her own washed over her mind, and while Eleven did feel sympathy and guilt over what she was doing to the doctor, seeing the way she took pleasure in harming others simply because they had different skin tones, beliefs, customs and ideas made her utterly irredeemable in Eleven's mind. Whispers of Norsefire and its history and current events washed over her mind as well, while her knowledge of language, mathematics, and science grew and grew. The knowledge she had never had of social norms passed through her mind, but Eleven pulled back when she realised the doctor's essence was entering her mind. She didn't want this woman in her mind, tainting it, a prisoner. The very idea made her ill, while she didn't care about the woman herself after seeing the way she enjoyed seeing children screaming in fear and panic while their parents cried and screamed and pleaded to let their children go, Eleven didn't want her in her mind, so she pushed her away, and then promptly reached out and exploded her brain.

With a final gurgle, she was dead, leaving Eleven behind. She looked down coldly and calmly at the body, hardly batting an eyelash at the way the woman's eyes had rolled back in her head, and blood was pouring from her mouth, and from her eyes, and ears, a part of her wondering if she was psychotic (she did need to be thankful that so many gaps in her knowledge had been cleared up, even if the source was unpleasant), but she instantly dismissed it. She knew she wasn't since she felt sorrow still for what happened to Barb and Will, and her regrets and inner loathing for letting things get out of hand in Hawkins.

But here, she felt no qualms. Norsefire was evil, pure evil, and it deserved everything it got.

She turned back to the crack, the gate leading into the Upside Down for a moment. She needed to decide what to do. A part of her was just tempted to walk back through it, find her way to Hawkins and forget this place existed.

But on the other hand, Eleven wanted to strike out, strike down Norsefire after whispers of their evil, their deeds washed into her mind. She knew this lab was a concentration camp, where they experimented on everyone different. If there was one thing Eleven had learnt in her life it was how intolerant and fearful everyone turned out to be when confronted with something they did not get, but these people, like the Nazis of old (she now knew her world's history, how amazing was that?) took those fears to new and even greater heights.

And she wanted it to stop.

She just needed to find a way to do it.