"You girls make your Papa proud." Papa said, praising Eleven and I. We had done well today in our tests.
Papa was training us to expand our abilities and to gain more. So far I had gained telekinesis and teleportation. Eleven, my sister, had telekinesis.
Papa was proud.
But whenever we did something wrong we were sent to the isolation room, where we would be locked in the dark for hours on end.
We had had enough.
It was a night when we were being removed from the isolation room and having already discussed things, we were ready to strike.
As soon as the doors were opened by guards, Eleven and I bent the men's minds, pulverising their brains.
They were dead within seconds.
We made our way down the corridor, looking to see if anyone would find us.
"Ready?" I asked, my voice weak.
My sister looked up at me lovingly and nodded.
With a snap we were gone.
