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CRIMSON’S ruled these pages for so long.
stories stained so deep they won’t wash off.
all these scars have turned my COLORS to the
darkest shade of black.
ft. muses from stranger things , supernatural , shadowhunter
chronicles , teen wolf & more !!
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indie stranger things mumu rp blog. penned by elfie.
guidelines. ask memes. open starters. muse list
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Eleven : / / Shatterxdsouls
NO MORE SACRIFICES , NO MORE DEAD BODIES , NO more dead. eleven couldn’t take it anymore. as much as she was trying to tell herself it wasn’t on her , as much as she tried not to blame herself for all the things that had happened not only in hawkins itself , but in the lab , she barley could survive the demons that were dragging her down constantly , reminding her that it was indeed her fault. billys dead. barbaras death. heather. eddie. the kids in the lab , even though they were mean and rude towards her. she just couldn’t take it anymore. she didn’t want anyone else to get hurt , she couldn’t watch those she cared about go down for the issues she caused. or die because of them , because she had abandoned henry back then , because she had no true control over her powers back then. she did remember only being angry at how he had treated them , how he even dared to lay a hand on them , even though they were rude and mean towards her , they did not deserve this ending.
the growl made her took another step back , while he tried to remind herself , that after all they both were still recovering from their battle , that neither she had the power to kill right here , right now and she wanted to believe he wasn’t able to do so either. maybe she was wrong and if so , this might have been some terrible , terrible mistake , yet she was stubborn enough not to let go of this , not to give up until it was too late and she knew she’d have to fight again. in order to kill him.
er brown hues flickered towards the floor as he body tensed up and her hands clenched to fists , letting out a frustrated huff. „ it’s not too late , you can still stop it. stop this. no one has to die , not anymore. “ , she said and at the mention of her friends dying , of them getting hurt , just the thought alone was enough to make anger boil inside her and she looked down , before biting down her lower lip. „ you can’t change it. i won’t let you , but you won’t destroy it either. i can’t let you. i’m here to give you a choice , but it seems like you truly made up your mind. papa’s dead. he can’t hurt you. you could be trying. to be normal. you don’t have to be a MONSTER. “
He doesn't know how she became so lost to him, but he has since made "peace" with the fact that he would not get her back. But, peace or none, the disappointment was endless. To know that though they were so alike, they were still so very different. That she was still so muchlike them. So poisoned by the world that, if it had its way, would have her imprisoned like an animal or put to death like a criminal. Their history remains tangled in tragedy & so it seemed the future would not be any different.
She's afraid&he knows she should be. But, though he might not have intended to become a monster, a monster is what he was & a monster is what he will always be. There was no going back for him now & he couldn't let all this suffering be for nothing.
Whatever was left of the skin on his brow crunches into a furrow as she speaks. There's an incline of his chin as he stares her down, his annoyance clear despite the rotted, twisted flesh that threatened to inhibit the wave of emotion he feels. ❝ Normal ? No. My normal -- our normal is their perverse. That is why we are feared; that is why we are hated. And that is why this world must change. ❞
The way the other subjects in the lab treated her wasn't enough for her to understand, or the way papa treated her. Maybe she thought it was her fault&that she deserved it. That she was clumsy & strange. But surely she knew it wasn't her fault when she put her heart into her school project, a touching tribute to her adopted father, only to have it shattered in front of her as they all laughed. What could she have possibly done to have called for such cruelty ? Their dark space fills with wicked laughter, the circling faces of teenage bullies jeering & sneering, a memory from her not-so-distant past.
❝ I tried to save you. To protect you. But you didn't understand then, just like you don't understand now. So I will do what I have to, and when it's all over, perhaps you will finally see what I have tried to tell you all along. ❞
#shatterxdsouls#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Chaos unto the fly :: Vecna ⊱
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@/queencheer ❤️′d for a starter
❝ Don't touch it ❞, he says, his tone firm but not frightening. He's not someone she would have ever seen before, at least not that she knows. He doesn't appear threatening in the least. He's a pleasant-looking man, tall with fluffy blond hair & warm blue eyes.
The plant before her wasn't like anything in the real world, just as this place she has come to inhabit isn't really like anything in the real world. It resembled Hawkins, of course. But things had changed. The human population has nearly vanished, & so have their settlements. Buildings & houses still exist, but they are few & far between, with their shapes & sizes varying. They are surrounded by exaggerated forests. Forests that contain many wonders, things the natural world was devoid of.
Such as these... flowers. Pretty on the outside, sweet-smelling. They seem as if they are buds, speckled with colour & vibrant, just asking to be touched. But they were not entirely what they ��seemed & it was just as he finished speaking, this mysterious ''flower" opened, blooming to reveal its far less alluring inside. Its petals were moist & lined top to bottom with sharp teeth, like the inside of a terrifying mouth. This was a predatory plant. Maybe it resembled what a child's imagination would come to envision a venus fly trap to have looked like had they only heard of a meat-eating flower & never seen the real deal.
❝ Fascinating, huh ? ❞ he asks as he comes closer to the two of them, his eyes fixed on the plant that nearly caused her a nasty bite. It's as if the disturbing sight of a dangerous flower filled with teeth & a predatory hunger wasn't something to be troubled by ━ at least not for him.
#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Chaos unto the fly :: Vecna ⊱#I have the reply for this in drafts its gonna be fun <3#reposting to save tho again
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you're just mad that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn't
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@/starskatr ❤️′d for a starter
This isn't reality, nor is it a dream. It isn't the upside-down, either. But it resembles Hawkins. In particular, it resembles the last place she had been before Eleven lost her. It was most like the yard of the creel house, although it was no longer overgrown & dying from neglect. Instead, this version of it was bright, surreal & new. The trees were green but impossibly tall, & the shrubs were alive & in bloom though they were thicker & wilder than ever before. The sky was not blue ━ rather, it was white, & seemed to be as if water, reflecting all colours & rippling endlessly.
He brought her here, against her friend's best efforts. Before her is a spider roughly the size of a dog. It has made a web between the bushes, where it sits quietly, suspended by the glistening threads. As with the rest of its environment, this was no ordinary spider. It had a pink abdomen & a black & yellow body, with its legs stripped as though it wore stockings.
To her left is another spider, but this one takes the form of a boy. A young boy whose clothing would have perhaps been considered out of fashion in the real world. His short blond hair is combed to the side & fastened there by pomade, further adding to his slightly outdated look.
❝ You know, spiders are often more afraid of us than we are of them,❞ he says, his tone factual but comforting. He hopes it helps. Maybe she wouldn't scream. At least maybe she wouldn't feel the need to run off into the yonder, where there would be plenty more strange spiders unbeknown to her.
#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Chaos unto the fly :: Vecna ⊱#/reposted to save uwu
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@/breakthings ❤️′d for a starter for Billy !
Perhaps he should have stayed with them instead of coming back here. The doubts had been on his mind for the better part of his journey & still, he pushed on. He doesn't know what calls him here; he's figured it's the concern he feels for Eleven. He saw her in a dream. He saw her friends & they were afraid. They were all afraid. That told him something bad had happened, or maybe something bad was going to happen.
He could only hope it was more the latter rather than the former. It's been a long walk, but in the distance, he could hear the roar of an engine approaching from behind. It seems to be headed in the direction he needs to go & so he focuses his energy on the approaching vehicle.
& just as it whooshes past him, there comes a loud, mechanical pop. He watches the car's tail lights in the distance as it begins to slow before it's steered to the side, coming to rest on the side of the road. He imagines its driver would be none too happy, but just think of how he felt. He had been walking for over an hour now.
#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Along came a spider :: Escape AU ⊱#/reposted to save uwu#ps I have your reply to this & I am gonna answer it soon >:3
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Semi-plotted starter for @/31fcked ( Eddie ! )
He had won, just had he proclaimed he would. Though wounded & smouldering, Hawkins & the upside-down had finally become one, bleeding into each other through the tear in the fabric of reality that had once separated them for far too long. This, however, was only just the beginning. His victory would be the first chapter in an entirely new story ━ this new world he would build had barely begun to take its shape & he was alone in its residency.
Or at least ━ he was. That was all until he cast his sight to the foreign body, discarded in the other world that he had come to know so well. It was a young man with long, dark hair. One of the first victims of Eleven's party's ill-fated crusade against him. He had died fighting for a town that hated him ━ & a world that rejected him. Even now, they cursed his name. With a head tilting to the side these whispers of knowledge, his vast perception reveals to him the life of "Eddie the banished."
A life he knows well. This is a tale that resonates with him. As he crouches before the mauled corpse, something glimmers in his cold, clouded eyes. He didn't deserve this death ... He was caught up in a battle that was not his. But perhaps ...
That would have to change.
A hand reaches out, or perhaps it was now better described as a talon, long clawed fingers like the spindled legs of a spider hovering above Eddie's body. His eyes close. Just as he had learned to pull life out of a vessel, he knew a way in which he could return it. With a moment of intense focus, the dark particles surrounding them like falling ashes begin to react, pooling together beneath the talon that hovers above the body. Then, in one violent burst, the particles that have formed a black floating mass are driven inward, invading the body at their master's request. Some form of life begins to spasm anew.
He rises to stand as he watches the once-still body twitch & writhe. He has bestowed a dark gift upon the fallen soldier ━ resurrected. He now watches with a keen sense of fascination, waiting for his new consciousness to fully ignite.
#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Chaos unto the fly :: Vecna ⊱#/reposted to save uwu
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It's Sunday! Which means it's time for some love from Lulu!! I'm here to tell you that you're awesome and that you are treasured by all those around you! You deserve all the good things coming your way because you are amazing!! Don't sweat the small stuff and keep your chin up! I love you and please take care of yourself, you precious little jelly bean.~ <3
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Okay Can I just say something about @firstcurse. When we started to talk to each other I was so happy and they are so lovely. I can’t wait to write more with them.
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it’s actually healthy for me to be filled with rage at all times
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Eleven : / / Shatterxdsouls
ONCE UPON A TIME ELEVEN DID REMEMBER VECNA BEING more human than she probably ever could be in some way. he had gave her a helping hand , made sure how to use her powers and even though she knew what sort of awful things he had done , even before he turned into shit creature in the upside down , she firmly believed that there might be a way to stop him with words. she firmly believed there was still some sort of humanity left in him , some sort of way to stop the falling of her home , of the ones she hold dear to her heart. maybe it was naive to even think there was a chance of coming back from this , of spending years in the upside down without it taking over , but at least she could say then that she had tried it. that she used everything she could thought about in order to save him instead of killing him.
her head turned around when she was surrounded by the darkness she had often visited and her eyebrows knitted together as she looked around , awaiting him as she reached out. maybe he would never answer , maybe she would be stuck here alone for a while , she expected it to this time and when she could hear the voice behind her , she felt herself flinch at it , before she slowly turned around , stumbling slightly back as her brown hues settled on him. brown hues which were also filled with a slight fear she could not hide. vecna was strong. had been strong. she was just adjusting to her powers , trying to gain back more control of them , she knew if he had been with full powers , there was no way she would be able to win and part of her was scared of that.
she exhaled a deep breathe , eyes never leaving her opponent as she squinted her eyes slightly at him. „ i’ll always find my way. “ , she replied , head slightly tilting forward as she raised her chin and there was more confidence in her voice than she actually felt. „ we still can stop this. together. you don’t have to take over. it won’t gain you nothing , because in the end you will lose. i’m going to give you a choice here. “ , she offered. she didn’t want to do more killing , there had been enough people who gotten hurt , enough people that had to sacrifice their lives and eleven was tired of it. maybe even scared that more were going to give their lives , including those she so loved and that became her family and if she could do anything to prevent that ? she would move heaven and hell to do so. „ you once had a family , don’t you remember ? “
His head tilts to the side as she speaks, her words full of false bravado. Of course, she was brave to summon him here, but he could see her fear. He could feel it. If there is any one thing inside him, it is the tiniest glimmer of admiration for her. For her courage. Her persistence. After all, weren't they so alike ?
He watches her with a sense of resistance & something close to a frown sitting against the marred features of his face. She must think he enjoys hurting her. Killing her friends. The truth was that he did not. There was no joy inside of him for this. No pleasure. Not even a sarcastic sense of amusement touches him as she stands here trying to act as if she held the cards.
On the inside, he is cold & he is tired, but he is driven by purpose. A purpose greater than himself or than her. Greater than Hawkins itself. The mention of his family causes a narrowing of his sunken eyes, a flash of hatred, white & bright like the strike of lightning flashing in a dark sky. Suffice it to say, he remembered his family. His father, the murderer. His mother, the liar & his sister, the egoist. Then there was him. The "broken" boy, the one who couldn't fit in with all the others. The worst of all.
He would scoff as he stood in forboding contempt; instead, a quiet growl leaves his throat, the protrusions on his skin slithering as if with minds of their own. His thoughts held no fondness for his "family," quite the contrary, as exemplified by the fire she's ignited behind the cataracts that eclipse his once striking blue eyes.
❝ It is too late to stop this, Eleven. You cannot undo what I have already done, and if you continue to oppose me, you will die. Your friends will die. Their families will die. And I will stop at nothing to complete my mission. Can you really not see? I do not wish to control this world. But I will change it. ❞
#shatterxdsouls#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Chaos unto the fly :: Vecna ⊱#you totally cant tell but... ME TOO... djfjjdfkd#love this thread already#❤️❤️
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Eleven : / / Shatterxdsouls
@inimikal· liked for a starter !!
THERE WAS SILENCE IN THE ROOM WHEN ELEVEN SETTLED on the floor of her former room. sure with a new bed inside it still should feel like home , but it couldn’t come close to since the first time since she had moved inside the cabin. she couldn’t blame hopper for not being able to afford more and she didn’t. she was glad he was back alive , back with her, while she now did something no one could know of. they shouldn’t know about it , because she was certain if anyone would know about it , they would call her stupid , would ask her if she was out of her mind , yet el knew this was the right time. henry had been weakened by their attack and her powers were worn out as well , yet she did believe she could change something. she exhaled a deep breathe , before her eyes fell shut and she tried to make her way to the upside down , tried to imagine it and tried to find her connection with the monster she probably created by punishing henry.
The ego protects itself in strange ways. Like, for example, in the way that Henry liked to believe that his body was still his own. That the form he inhabited now was not merely a twisted, mangled shadow of what he had once been. Evolution was a natural process; all biological forms adapted themselves to suit their environments ━ to become more effective in their existences. But the question of whether or not he had evolved or if he had simply ... Decayed remains float idly in the back of his mind.
To his side, there is a wound. The pellets of a shotgun had further mangled his already disturbed flesh. Here it is wet, dark, & oozing with injury. Yet he is not dead, nor does he appear to be dying. Instead, he is watching as the tissue within him throbs, trembles & weeps with curiosity.
He's pulled from his thoughts by a nagging sensation in the back of his mind sets in. What was left of his lip curls in annoyance with the realisation that someone was calling his mental attention & he knew precisely who.
She beckoned for him across the physical time & space that separated them & he felt he had no choice but to answer her. Arriving in a black, featureless pool. A silent void that the hiss of breath disrupts. He is behind her, taking two slow steps in approach before he comes to stand. His intense stare focuses down on her, pale cerulean eyes clouded & sunken into the sockets of his skull-like face.
❝ You always were ... So very persistent. Weren't you ? ❞ Maybe he remembers her better than even she does herself. A little girl in an oversized gown, her head shaven, sitting on a pillow in front of the lifesized Plinko board ━ entirely alone & trying so hard to influence the direction of the chips as they fall from top to bottom.
#shatterxdsouls#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Chaos unto the fly :: Vecna ⊱#this is perfect thank u sm im already in the feels smh#ALSO dont mind length I just love setting scenes ;_;
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Francine : / / Strcngergirls
Francine smiled. It was comforting to know that someone else had experienced the same things that she did. Beyond the mere ostracism and simply being different, it felt nice to have someone who knew the trials she’d had to endure and the mental fatigue that came with it. Her first week in lessons had nearly burned her out right off the bat. Brenner had promised to build up as to not wear her out, but even the baby steps were hard. Her brain was fried and she kept getting caught up on a vision of waffles. It felt like the more she tried to be in control of her abilities, the less control she had.
“What does he want with us?” When Ricky had brought Brenner’s existence to her attention, he seemed like nothing more than an eccentric old man who wanted to study people with otherworldly powers. She, too, was curious about the origins and reasons for such abilities, so she empathized with him. Did the abilities come from a genetic mutation? Were they inherited? Did they come from in the brain, or somewhere else? They were all questions she’d wondered herself and to have a man of higher education and power to help her find the answers seemed like a no-brainer. But the more she learned about him, the less respectable he seemed.
“I thought he just wanted to help us, to observe us as we progressed, but…” She shook her head. Francine didn’t know what to believe anymore. It was clear to her now that she shouldn’t have trusted someone with nothing to lose, but she was desperate for an escape. She was worried that her father would go too far and there would be no turning back. Martin Brenner’s program sounded like a getaway and she couldn’t say no. “He said it wasn’t a prison. He said I could leave any time, but then he stopped me when I tried. He treated us like pets, like wild animals in a zoo. It just doesn’t make sense.”
How would he explain a man like Dr Brenner ? Henry had known him for almost his entire life. His thoughts are so compact & conflicted. Part of him liked to believe he understood Brenner. But no matter how much he felt that way, he knew there were still things that, even to him, remained a mystery. All things he's not sure he had any reason to ponder. After all, the truth was probably just as simple as it seemed. Yet in all his life, Dr Brenner was the only man who had ever told that he wanted to understand him, or to help him, or that he could accept him. These affirmations had been the most potent of all. So it may have just been hard to accept that it was all just a lie & thus where his conflict came from.
The thought furrows Henry's brow as he reaches the top of the staircase. He's quietly pulled into a memory as he speaks, his tone distant as his mind drifts away. ❝ Lying comes like a second nature to him. ❞ He had a near-infinite supply of memories that sometimes he wished he could forget. But maybe that wasn't fair on Dr Brenner. Perhaps he did help him in some way; after all, he had many of those memories to thank for his strength.
❝ He is a curious man. To a fault, in fact. He seeks knowledge, and more than that, he seeks control. Powers like ours can act as a type of conduit. Through them, we are able to tap into something that is currently unknown to mankind. He thinks that if he can control us... Tame us. Make us his obedient little pets, that we will be the key to unlocking this "hidden world" for him. ❞
He wonders what a man like Dr Brenner would do upon gaining access to another world. Did he simply want the glory of saying he found it ? Which would be another lie, of course. Or, if other moments in human history were anything to go on, maybe he wanted the pleasure of conquering it ? Controlling it. Whatever the case, Henry was glad that he had never managed to break into this other world for him. Henry, instead, wanted to focus on the world they lived in. He wondered how they could possibly hope to tread another world while their own was so very sick ?
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❝ To be A MONSTER is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: BOTH SHELTER & warning at once. ❞ ― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous.
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Francine : / / Strcngergirls
To the general population, Francine was unremarkable at best. She was thin and somewhat pretty, but not a model by any stretch of the imagination. She had average grades and a decent personality, but those weren’t enough to get a woman anywhere in a world like hers. By all other accounts, Francine Murphy was average. Other than the fact that she could sometimes guess the future.
For most people, superpowers were things that would seemingly change one’s life for the better. But for Francine, the root of most of her problems seemed to stem from her powers–that and her father. She often found herself wondering it things would’ve been better if she hadn’t seen the tree falling that day. If she hadn’t spoken up and let it all play out as God intended. If her and her family’s existence came to an end beneath the rotted branch of an old oak tree. If it hadn’t been for her powers, she might’ve lived a semi-normal life. Her father might not have loved her the way he ought to, he might’ve still been controlling and demanding, but he wouldn’t expect so much from Francine all the time. He was blinded by greed and it had ruined any semblance of a chance for normalcy. Winning the Lottery and buying a bigger house was supposed to be a step up for the Murphy family, but it only made things harder.
“He was disappointed with me. I wasn’t making progress.” She muses aloud, wrapping her arms around herself. The past few days, she’d been tired–increasingly so since the nightmares began. And it showed in her performance. Poor performance in lessons was a one-way ticket to disappointment. When she’d first come into the program, she had a 17% accuracy and, much to her dismay, it had only gone up by a fraction in the time she’d been working with the technicians. The other patients seemed to be making strides in progression while Francine only felt like she was withering away behind these bleached white walls. Maybe she was too old, too far past her prime to become any better. Or maybe she just wasn’t meant to be contained. She was a wild thing and she could not thrive in a cage.
Francine nods, swallowing hard. She trusted Henry (almost too much so), but she knew he wasn’t invincible. She couldn’t trust him with her life nor could he trust her with his. He wasn’t a god, he was just a human like her and humans could be killed. But she wasn’t going to give up. They had to make sure they were in the clear before she could plan a rescue mission. Her mind was exhausted and her bones ached, but she had never been more alert. If her powers were going to aid her in anything, now would be the time. “I’ll let you know if I see anything. If I see anyone coming. If he sends people after us, we should be able to get a head start.”
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That was the difference between the whimsy of his comic books & the real world as Henry quickly learned. A superhero was something many aspired to be. To be remarkable, to be free of the ordinary & the mundane. A superhero was admired & loved in the hearts & minds of almost all who encountered them. Ink & quill forged worlds of wonder with figures that inspired the imagination, but only for a limited time. After all, that's all it ever was. Fantasy. A brief distraction from the real world, the real world where such fancies were simply unwarrantable.
Because in the real world, human beings had a nasty habit of placing each other in tiny little boxes, creating senseless division & enforcing their own flawed ideals of who was inferior & who was superior ━ of what was right & what was wrong, as if there was ever was a "right" way to be human. Humanity was not inherent to all humans, according to these laws. Humanity was instead often decided according to superficial differences & sometimes simply by who possessed the most gold in the village.
So it was no real surprise to Henry that people at large might find the qualities that made a superhero so super in worlds of fantasy, controlled by their authors & consumers, to be frightening, to be envied & to be hated in the realm of reality. Humans hated what they feared; humans feared what they couldn't control & what they hated, they often destroyed. Indeed, they burned, hung, stoned & beheaded the "witches" of the world; those who were accused of & perhaps did possess abilities that were considered supernatural. Abilities akin to superpowers.
The very same abilities both Henry & Francine possessed. As he makes his way up the staircase, he has a smile to give back to her. ❝ It seems that we have that in common. I don't think that I ever pleased him. Not a day in my life. ❞
The way he says this, with his smile intact & his eyes alight with mischief, one might think it was a good thing ━ as if these "failures" hadn't led to the most excruciating & terrifying moments of his life. Moments that he would surely spend the rest of it trying to forget.
❝ We will. I believe in you .❞ He nods; still, he knows what it was like to have doubts. To be afraid. & he also knew what it was like to receive a scathing review from "Papa." That man had a way with his words, & that wasn't a good thing. ❝ You have an extraordinary gift, Francine. Don't let the complaints of dull, mediocre old Martin Brenner make you feel any differently. ❞
#strcngergirls#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Along came a spider :: Escape AU ⊱#i figured as much! rip ricky#and fuck brenner for that too#actually fuck brenner for everything LMAO#i need the numbers to just all keep escaping & teaming up & gettin revenge#uwu
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“You?” Her eyes flicked to him with an expression of disbelief. When she imagined what kind of ghosts haunted these halls, she didn’t picture someone like Henry. The people who lived here must’ve been happy, at least on the outside. Nuclear, perhaps. Surely, Brenner wouldn’t be able to sink his teeth into someone from a happy home.
She’d never called him Papa. Never had the desire to nor the opportunity. Francine was already sixteen when she’d met Dr. Brenner, and it had been off of the recommendation of Ricky. She hadn’t known at the time that Ricky could’ve easily been manipulating her, using his powers on her without her even knowing, but she’d fallen for it either way and she fell right into the doctor’s trap. He was collecting specimens like her, like Henry, for his selfish experiments. He studied the extraordinary because he himself was nothing but a coward.
When he had shown her the girl, the one he called Eleven, her heart broke. She was so young, so naïve and ignorant to the happenings of the Lab. Brenner was not Francine’s father, but for a young soul like Eleven, he was the closest thing she’d get. To be so young and vulnerable, too weak to protect yourself or even know the dangers that looked you in the eye every day. Those were the kind of people Brenner preyed on, though. Those who needed help and couldn’t help themselves. He was never her Papa, but all fathers were the same.
“Thanks.” Francine didn’t care to elaborate on her fears, so she was grateful that Henry didn’t push the subject. After all he knew the things she had to deal with. He know all too well the tactics and lessons that Brenner enforced to keep everyone in line.
The threat of nightfall wasn’t as scary as the threat of being taken back to the Lab. The creatures of the night were child’s play to her now. Lions, and tigers, and bear, oh my couldn’t scare her anymore. But that thing she saw? That thing that Brenner himself seemed scared of… That worried her.
“Do you think they’ll look for us?” It was a question that had been plaguing her since the moment the idea of escaping hatched in her mind. There were other kids there, others with powers more in control than hers. So, would Brenner chase after her, or would he allow a stray to slip away and focus on his prime examples?
If it were only her on the run, she’s sure he would let her go. Let her run into the woods and starve beneath the brush of a dying oak tree. He knew her parents wouldn’t look for her. He knew she was alone in the world. But Henry? His powers were useful. He had control over them, especially now that he was free from Brenner’s suppression techniques. Henry was a specimen worth chasing and worth maintaining control over. If the Laboratory lost someone like Henry, what would they do to get him back?
He wasn't sure his family was ever happy. Maybe for a short time. But they always had their troubles & they liked to pretend he was the root of them all. He wasn't like them; he wasn't "normal." He was different. It made him an easy enough scapegoat of sorts. Even before he discovered his powers, he spent a lot of time with doctors. They had been part of his life for as long as he could remember. Sometimes his mother even blamed them for why he was as he was ━ or at least she blamed one in particular.
As the story went, he once had an awful fever when he was only a few months old & according to his mother, his earliest doctor neglected to tend to him for hours on end. He wasn't sure if these two things were ever connected or if it was just his irritated mother grasping at straws to explain something inexplicable, but he tended to lean toward the latter, all things considered.
He didn't want to lie to her about Dr Brenner's obsession with the extraordinary & so he nodded his head in response to her question. ❝ Dr Brenner has gone to unimaginable lengths to collect "remarkable specimens" like you and I, just as he has been to the same lengths to keep us all to himself. I don't doubt that he will do everything in his power to bring us back. ❞
Papa didn't have supernatural powers like his or hers. Instead, he had a power much, much scarier. He had wealth, prestige & education. He had privilege & so he had accomplished all the shallow milestones society told others to find their value in with nothing ever to hinder him.
She might not have felt it now, but her powers were nothing to sneeze at. There was a reason she was "chosen". Dr Brenner had very little time for failures or those who were anything short of extraordinary. ❝ Of course, he will have to find us before he can do anything, so we mustn't make that easy for him. ❞
#strcngergirls#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ In Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: 🕷️ * ● 𝐈 ° ━◞ 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ↝ Along came a spider :: Escape AU ⊱#ooo so what did happen to ricky in this thread / plot / thinggy?? I was wondering if he died in her place or if they left him (LOL) or??
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