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Her nose was bleeding. Her head hurt. Eleven trembled with exertion and still she was barely able to lift the empty water bottle from the steel table on which it sat. She'd been so naive to think that coming here would unlock her powers so quickly -- but they didn't have time for this. Her friends, her new family were in danger, and she could only help them if she was strong. Eleven wiped her nose on her sleeve and looked at Papa - a man she now knew was called Doctor Brenner. She missed Hopper and Joyce, and their unending patience and understanding, but she would not taint her memory of them by thinking of them here. She needed to focus. "I should be able to do it," she said, frustrated with herself - and with him, for not having been able to solve her inability to access her powers. She cannot voice that particular thought so she turned her attention back to the bottle and took a couple of slow, steady breaths. Learn from the ones we hate the most, she thought. She may hate and fear Brenner, but he had taught her once and she had no choice but to trust that he would do so again. "You told me that you would be able to help me." It was a statement, only almost an accusation. "So help me. Don't just sit there and watch, do something."

"No," Eleven protests, but she already feels uncertain about something she'd been so sure was true. "You said..." She trails off, looking away with a little frown. She remembers it, remembers his earnest promises that she'd had no reason to doubt. However, if Papa says that he didn't say it, she must be misremembering. Perhaps it was a dream she'd had, though her dreaming is a rare thing indeed. She picks uncomfortably at the hem of her gown to avoid looking at him. "I must be confused," she admits finally, glancing at him. He is so impossible to read and she stopped trying a long time ago; often, she is sure he looks at her with disappointment or frustration. It doesn't occur to her that she might simply be projecting, and her drive to please him overshadows her common sense. "I am sorry for confusing you, Papa." She speaks in barely more than a whisper now, her shoulders hunching as if to try and avoid his attention even though they're alone. "I didn't mean to."

Except one question does break through. “Does it feel like fall out there now?” A wistful tone is given unintentionally. For Jay, they miss the weather and the shift in colors. Anything outside would be better than the sterile and blank walls of the lab. 

AHHHHH

Was he serious? Max couldn’t help but take a step back. He was one of the last people that she trusted. “That’s a joke right?” She questioned, holding back the scoff that wanted to escape. “After everything that you put Eleven through, you think i’d trust you? Of all people?” The self proclaimed Zoomer needed to breath, contain her anger, it wouldn’t help her in this situation, but she truly despised the man in front of her. “--No, I do not and never will I trust you. Ever. Now , what are you even doing here?” 

possessed jim starter feat. @dcbrnncr​

@dcbrnncr​  |  three  word  prompts.

“I... I see... well, I guess you have the perfect subject then...”