Eleven
"Good morning Eleven." Papa said in a smooth silky voice.
"Good morning Papa." I said. sitting up on my bed.
They had expanded my education after all the other numbers left. I could now even read a little.
"Today is a special day." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Today we have a new number joining us, Twelve." He said.
"What can he do?" I asked. His ability. Mine was telekinesis and what Papa had called 'voiding' meaning I could find anyone in 'the void'.
"Telepathy And mind control." He said.
"Tel-e-path-y?" I asked.
"He can speak thought minds." Papa said.
"Can I meet him?" I asked.
"Maybe Eleven, But not yet." Papa said running a hand through my hair.
They had allowed my hair to grow a little. It was curly now. But I'd have to get it buzzed again at the beginning of the year. They only used the weird thing that they put on my head to measure my effort during the first 2 months of the year.
"He will share a room with you, we are running low on space."
Papa said.
"Yes, Papa." I nodded.
I couldn't argue. When I secured or failed. They could put me in The Room.
Mike
"Who the 🌷re you people?" I yelled.
"Where the 🌷am I?"
"What the 🌷are you doing to me?" I roared as they stuck me with syringes.
"Calm down, Twelve." A man said.
"My name is Mike." I said.
"Very well, it may take you some time to adjust, but I assure you I will explain everything when you are done."
My vision went black.
Dustin.
I lay in bed. Thinking about Mike. Something about his death was off. The pieces didn't fit. Mike hated going near the quarry. He never went there. Even if he did. Mike was afraid of heights. He wouldn't of gone near the edge.
The witness had said that Mike had jumped. But that didn't make sense either. Mike didn't hate himself, he wasn't unhappy with his life. Why would he commit suicide?
Then i thought of all they movies I'd ever seen.
I grabbed my supercom.
"Lucas, Will this is Dustin, do you copy. I need to talk with you guys tomorrow. Urgent over and out."