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Eleven and Flora Stranger things training Comic

florapolitis

Published: Nov 22, 2017

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Flora, your mind has a great power. To learn how to use your power.
Try to move the airplane. Find in your memories where you are angry.
Focus on your anger, not look at the airplane, only in your mind.

Eleven! You have no idea!
I'm not human, actually I should be angry with the whole human race.
But I live among humans pretending I'm a normal girl.

I know Flora! I know you're a plant.
We humans always cause a lot of pain and suffering for the plants.
But you do not hate humans. Tell me what you're angry about?

I got anger from Jayce and Audric.
Dr. Audric created me to live among humans.
Dr. Audric does not recognize me as his real daughter.
Dr. Audric's biological son is Jayce.
I'm nothing. I'm just an experiment.

I do not even know my biological mother.
I was separated from my mother when I was just a seed.
I was separated from my people and my species.
I do not have anyone calling me a daughter.
I was never adopted. I was harvested. My family is a lie.

Flora! Is your blood green?
Your nose is bleeding like mine.

I saw where my friends are.
My friends are in serious danger.
If nobody does anything they will die.

Now I know where my friends are.
I can save them.
I'll save them.

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MartinWalker1997

Edited Feb 21, 2018

It was a different time, a different enemy. Sixty men, from Tier One teams, were sent to face down a force of five hundred enemy fighters. Their objective: to force the enemy back from a civilian hospital, and keep its occupants alive. For three days, they held their ground, but the enemy's numbers were too great. The sixty were cut down to fifteen. They wouldn't last another night, and the enemy knew it. Under the cover of darkness, they evacuated the hospital, sending only one of their own to lead the way. The rest returned to the line, and took up positions beneath the bodies of their fallen brothers. As they lay in wait, the blood from the dead poured over them. The sand stuck to their skin like a shroud. Changing them. Anointing them. When the enemy drew near, the remaining fourteen rose out of the desert sand. They were like hunters that couldn't be seen, using stealth their enemies couldn't defend against. When the men ran dry of ammunition, they used their blades...and when the blades ran dull, they used their hands. When the dust and sand had settled, only one of the enemy had survived. He was picked up in the desert, wandering aimlessly, traumatized. He expressed warnings to others of a force so menacing and unbeatable, it could only be described as supernatural. He called them... "Ghosts"

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