Third person
Age of Dove: 3
Age of Blue: 4
Age of Rio and Lucky: 5
Age of Ella: 8
Location: Base
Ella was kidnapped, like the rest of the children here. But she's different. She knows what the outside world is like. She knows her family.
The small 8-year-old girl is curled up in a ball, crying into her hands. She knows her family is looking for her, but the bad men told her they would never find her.
"Look, it's someone new," a childish voice whispers.
"Sh, don't disturb her 12," another scolds.
"But she's sad," the childish voice insists.
Ella raises her head and see two small figures standing outside of her cell door. One is much shorter than the other, but they both look scrawny and small.
They look like they're younger than her, and Ella was always taught to be kind to those that are smaller than her.
"Hello," she says hesitantly, wiping the tears off of her face.
"Who are you?" The smaller one asks, walking toward and out of the shadowy hallway. There isn't much light in this shadowy basement.
"I'm Ella. Who are you?"
"I'm number 12," the small girl responds. Ella's sight is slightly blurry from the crying, but the young girl's features look oddly familiar.
"What's your name?" Ella asks.
"We don't have one," the taller child says, joining them in the slightly bright cell. He also looks vaguely familiar.
"Where are we?" Ella asks.
"On base. It's where we live," the boy says. "I'm number 44."
"What's...what's going on?" Ella asks. Thoroughly confused. These kids don't have names. Is that even possible? Everyone has a name.
"You should talk to Number 1. He's the eldest," Number 44 says.
The boy drags the smaller girl away, but then returns with another person, supposedly Number 1.
"You must be the new kid," the tall boy says as Number 44 leaves the room.
"Yes. I'm Ella."
"Sh. Don't use your name. Sir doesn't like it," Number 1 scolds. "You got kidnapped. This is an assassin training program. All the kids here, including me, were kidnapped as babies. We don't have names, we have numbers. Sir engraved them on the back our necks. He trains us then sends us on missions to do things for him. He's Mafia."
"Who's Sir?" Ella asks, confused.
"Our captor. He punishes us if you use names, look him in the eyes, or disobeys one of his orders."
"What punishments?" Ella asks.
"Horrible things. You don't want to know. Just keep your head down and follow orders if you want to survive."
"I want my parents," Ella says quietly.
"Sorry kid, your parents are apart of your past. It's best to just forget them and move on."
A loud bell goes off, making Number 1 stand up abruptly. "That's the dinner bell. Come on, you should eat." The older boy holds out a hand to Ella, which she accepts.
He bends down quickly and wipes the tears off of her face. "Don't let them see your emotions."
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎
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