Eleven does not hate the man they brought in. She likes him. He was kind. He made their time together fun, even though she knew why he was there. If she had someone like her there, someone who could do things with their mind like she could, she'd be much more willing to participate in their tests. What is this man in the photo doing? Can you find him? What is he saying?
She would help.
But she wouldn't hurt. She didn't like making people or things hurt, not without reason. So when they told her to hurt the cat who was scared and could probably smell that Death would be soon so it hissed and growled and grew angry...Elle couldn't do it. She knew deep down it was wrong and she just didn't want to hurt the cat.
So, she rips the weird hat off of her head. And Papa does his disappointed sigh and looks at her like she did something wrong. And the men carry her roughly to that small and dark room and she's thrown in, anger filling her and pushing her to get up. Lash out. One man hits the wall and is gone. The other reaches for a taser and Elle twitched her head and then he's gone too.
That lashing out had been sudden. Too sudden her ears and nose are bleeding as the weight of what she'd done hits her, sending her crumbling to the floor.
That was wrong. They were wrong. She was wrong and had only one person that could help her. With a little bit of what energy she had left, a name escapes between the gasps and sobs the girl is wracked with. She wants help. She wants out.
Re: Stranger Feynman
She would help.
But she wouldn't hurt. She didn't like making people or things hurt, not without reason. So when they told her to hurt the cat who was scared and could probably smell that Death would be soon so it hissed and growled and grew angry...Elle couldn't do it. She knew deep down it was wrong and she just didn't want to hurt the cat.
So, she rips the weird hat off of her head. And Papa does his disappointed sigh and looks at her like she did something wrong. And the men carry her roughly to that small and dark room and she's thrown in, anger filling her and pushing her to get up. Lash out. One man hits the wall and is gone. The other reaches for a taser and Elle twitched her head and then he's gone too.
That lashing out had been sudden. Too sudden her ears and nose are bleeding as the weight of what she'd done hits her, sending her crumbling to the floor.
That was wrong. They were wrong. She was wrong and had only one person that could help her. With a little bit of what energy she had left, a name escapes between the gasps and sobs the girl is wracked with. She wants help. She wants out.
She wants her friend.
"...Harry."