Chapter 1: New Beginnings

There he was, the big city. 

Twelve fell down to the ground as he tried to process the sheer size of the skyscraper in front of him. 

He gulped back his excitement as he picked himself back up. It was just as Mother said, the city was nothing like back home. Even though it was night time, he could barely see any of the stars in the sky. 

“Ms. Noire, do you think I could touch the sky if I climbed up there?” He said, gesturing his arms towards the top of building that towered in front of him. 

The woman he called towards pinched her furrowed brow and readjusted the circular rimmed glasses on her nose as she sighed at him. He stood out way too much. The boy’s hands were bound together by thick shackles which clanged every time he moved. 

A look of awe was painted over Twelve’s face. The innocence reflected in his grey eyes were framed by the dark circles bordering beneath them. His messy hair acted as their curtain. The boy’s most notable feature was perhaps the jagged scar that ran across his right eye. 

The hooded ruana wrapped around his shoulders fluttered as he spun around towards Noire. It’s black fabric was coming loose at it’s ends but he didn’t seem to mind. 

The chains attached around his ankles dragged as he walked along. The woman following behind him couldn’t be described as inconspicuous either. She was dressed in an all black prim and proper suit. Unlike the boy, she kept her hair well maintained in a neat bobcut. 

What was even weirder was the fact that in her hand she held a chain. This chain led towards the neck of the boy she was behind. 

Noire pulled out her phone as she made a call. It rang a couple of times before the other side picked up.

“We’re outside,” she said. 

The doors to the building in front of them clicked as it unlocked and Twelve merrily pushed ahead. Of course he fell backwards due to the tight grip Noire held on his leash. 

The boy laughed as he lay there on the ground. An eerie smile slowly made it’s way onto his face.

“I like you, Noire.”  He said. 

The woman immediately froze. Those were the words she had wanted to hear the least. The book strapped to the boy’s waist began to emit an ominous green hue. 

“Twelve!” 

The book ceased to glow as soon as someone shouted his name. 

The two looked towards the man pushing open the door. Twelve’s expression immediately dropped into one of disgust. The voice belonged to the last person he wanted to see.

“Ah, Dr. Corson!” Noire said in relief. 

Through the doors walked a man who didn’t at all resemble what one would consider a doctor. He had an attractive build, but his shaggy hair and unkempt appearance did nothing at all to compliment that. 

The only doctor-like thing about the man was his lab coat. 

The man nodded his head at Noire and then turned towards the boy still sitting on the floor. 

“Twelve…” he said. “What did I tell you about collecting friends?” 

Twelve clicked his tongue. He didn’t see a problem with what he did but the Doctor always found a reason to scold him. 

“Apologize to Ms. Noire.” Corson told him. 

Twelve got up and faced the woman. He looked down towards the ground as he kicked the rock at his feet. 

“I’m sorry for wanting you to be my friend.” He muttered. 

“I swear this child.” Corson sighed with an exasperated expression. 

Twelve scowled at him. “I’m not a child anymore, I’m already seventeen!” He shouted. His shackles clanked as he attempted to cross his arms. 

Corson ignored him and walked back through the doors. He gestured towards Noire to come inside. She nodded and tugged on the chain leash, dragging Twelve through the door behind her. 

The Doctor called for the elevator designated for the upper floors and quickly boarded onto it, looking back towards Noire. 

“Cover his eyes.” He told her. 

Noire removed a handkerchief from her pocket and tied it around the boy’s head. Twelve showed no sign of resistance towards this. Noire felt a drop of sweat trace it’s way down her neck. 

Once Corson had confirmed that the boy could not see, he faced the button pad showing each different level they could be taken to. He pressed the buttons to form the shape of a capital ‘A’. Above the pad opened up a slit. Corson pulled out his keycard and inserted it. 

The elevator rumbled as it began to descend. Twelve tilted his head as it did so. 

“What does this do?” He pipped up. 

Noire’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw what he was holding. It was her keycard. She snatched it back out of his hands. 

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“How did you even get this?” She asked him. 

The blindfolded boy just smiled without saying a word. Corson quietly checked the shackles that bound Twelve’s hands together. There was nothing wrong with them. 

Noire placed her keycard into her breast pocket. There was no chance that he could grab it there without her noticing.

The elevator slowed to a stop and they exited out into yet another hallway. The walls, floors, and ceilings were all made out of the same smooth grey concrete. 

There were two metal doors standing side to side at the very end on the long hall. Their steps echoed as they walked down towards them.

Corson took the leash from Noire’s hands. He pushed Twelve through the door on the right and into a lare white chamber. The man removed his makeshift blindfold and undid the shackles that bound him. 

Twelve stretched his body and looked around. He fixed his hair in the mirrored wall that stood in front of him. Behind him was a metal bed attached to the wall. 

He smiled, he never expected he would be treated so well. They even provided him with a toilet and sink. 

Twelve watched Corson exit the chamber and then sat on the bed. 

Noire watched the door close behind Corson. The Doctor looked at her and handed her the shackles and chains he had removed from Twelve. 

They entered the door on the left. It was a simple room meant to observe the boy through the double sided mirror. 

Corson pressed a button on the console along the wall that allowed them to hear inside the cell. Twelve was humming to himself. 

“Doctor…” Noire said slowly, “Isn’t the boy’s cell rather… large?” 

The man chuckled at her words. He shook his head and turned to her. 

“I’d say that we aren’t giving him nearly enough.” Corson stated. 

Corson looked back at the console and pressed yet another button. 

“Twelve.” He said through the intercom. 

The boy looked around puzzledly when he heard the Doctor’s voice. 

“Why don’t you show us your… friends?” Corson pressed the button once more, turning the intercom off. 

Twelve scratched his head and stood up and walked to the middle of the chamber. He closed his eyes and held his now unrestrained hands together, facing his palms straight out in front of his body. 

An ominous green light krept from the etching on the cover of the book on his side. The book began to float towards his palms as it fluttered through it’s own pages. 

He opened his eyes as a smile appeared across his face. 

“Til death do us part…” he whispered.

From behind him rose up a decrepit archway. Noire and Corson gripped the console in front of them as the room began to shake. 

The rusted gates of the archway slowly creaked open, spilling an eerie mist out of them. Noire shuddered. She had heard about it multiple times but she had yet to see it herself. 

A single hand stretched out from the gateway and clawed into the cell’s ground. More hands piled out, each becoming increasingly more and more rotten. Corpses began to drag themselves through the arches, piling on top of each other before standing at attention behind Twelve.

A single jet black hand, if you could even call it that, gripped one of the pillars of the archway. Despite such a horrifying scene, the boy’s smile brightened. 

A horrible monster dragged itself out. It was a twisted amalgamation in the form of a woman. It’s pure black form rippled with pulses of dark red. Each step it took spread poison into the floor. 

Twelve ran over to the hellspawn and embraced it.

“Hello, Mother!” he exclaimed.

Noire dropped to the floor. She hadn’t read this in his files. She had heard while travelling with the boy of his mother. He described her as the most beautiful and caring woman in the world. 

The Doctor had a grim look on his face. He reached a hand out towards Noire. She reached her trembling arm up and accepted his kindness. 

More and more twisted monsters began to force their way out of the gates until they filled the entirety of the chamber as Twelve continued on with his joyous laughter. 

“Doctor… just how many people…” Noire didn’t finish her sentence. 

She could only stare in horror at the countless faces pressed into the glass. 

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