The little girl ran through the halls of the spacious hallways of the facility, ignoring the pained screams of the children being torn apart without anesthetic and he blood stains lining the once pure white walls, and her father close behind her

"Emma! Slow down! You'll trip and hurt yourself!" Her father called out, and, as if on cue, the little girl tripped, and started crying. The man calmly walked up to her and took her in his arms, shushing her gently (aw 💕) "I told you. Don't run anymore" he remarked

"Yes, father" Emma sniffled and wiped her tears away. Now that she was in her father's arms, she could see through the windows of the labs and offices. This was the first time she had seen it in action. The experiments. The blood, the gore, the pain of their faces, all of it. It gave her an.. Unexplainable joy, in a sense, it leaked her interest and she asked when she'd be able to do what the scientists were doing. Though surprised, her father smiled, proud of his daughter, and replied

"As soon as you want, sweetheart, but not now, its getting late. Maybe tomorrow" he smiled and continued walking. Excited, Emma could barely sleep, even into the late hours of the night, only falling into slumber in the early hours of the morning. As soon as she woke up, at five in the morning, she got ready and waited for the keycard scanner to activate so she could scan her card and rush out

"Well, you're up early" Peter commented "especially for a six year old"

"I'm sorry, father, I'm just excited" Emma smiled wider than she'd ever had and was practically jumping out of anticipation

"Alright, alright, let's go, I've had a subject readied for you" Peter walked into a lab and motioned to a random little boy, maybe a few years older than her, tied down onto a surgical table. I guess you can guess what happened next

Afterwards, Emma was covered in blood but felt so alive, in a sick and twisted way. The adrenaline rush was still going strong and she felt like she could conquer the whole world. Seeing the sadistic look on Emma's face, Peter smiled, knowing that the clan was in good hands

(Sorry, short chapter)