Eleven(Transmigation Marvel Universe)

The chamber at the heart of the Sanctum Sanctorum was unlike any Eleven had ever seen. The walls pulsed faintly with an otherworldly glow, their surfaces etched with runes that seemed to shift and shimmer when she wasn't looking. A circular platform stood in the center, its edges lined with candles that burned with an unnatural light—colors she couldn't name but felt deep in her chest. The air was thick, heavy with a tension she couldn't quite place, as though the room itself was alive and watching her.

Wanda stood at the edge of the platform, her crimson energy weaving delicate patterns in the air. Doctor Strange hovered nearby, his hands moving in precise, deliberate gestures as glowing sigils formed around him. They moved in silence, an unspoken rhythm passing between them that Eleven could feel but not understand.

"This place is designed to amplify focus," Strange said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, yet there was a sharp edge to it. "For you, it will do more than that. It will force you to confront the chaos inside you."

"I've done this before," Eleven replied, her voice small but steady. She stood at the base of the platform, her arms folded tightly over her chest. "I've fought monsters. I've been in the Void."

"This is different," Wanda said, stepping forward. Her voice was gentler, more understanding. "This isn't about fighting. It's about control. About understanding what's happening to you—and using it."

Eleven glanced between the two of them, her stomach knotting. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid. The power inside her felt heavier than ever, a constant thrum just beneath her skin, waiting to break free. She didn't trust it. She didn't trust herself.

"What if I can't?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda tilted her head, her crimson energy fading as she approached Eleven. "You can. But you have to want to. Not for us, not for anyone else—for yourself."

Eleven held her gaze for a long moment, searching for any trace of doubt. She found none.

With a deep breath, she stepped onto the platform.

Strange's sigils flared to life, spinning around her in intricate patterns. Wanda raised her hands, and the crimson energy returned, enveloping the platform in a faint glow. Eleven stood in the center, her fists clenched, her heart pounding.

"Close your eyes," Wanda instructed.

Eleven hesitated, then obeyed. The darkness behind her eyelids felt almost comforting, a small reprieve from the chaos around her.

"Now," Strange said, his voice distant yet commanding, "reach for it. The power you feel inside you—the energy, the connection. Don't fight it. Let it flow."

Eleven's breath hitched. The energy was there, waiting, like a storm just beyond the horizon. She reached for it, her mind brushing against its edges, and immediately the platform shuddered. The runes on the walls flared brighter, the candles flickering wildly.

"Good," Wanda said. "Don't be afraid. Let it show you."

The room shifted. The air grew colder, heavier, as images began to form in Eleven's mind. Memories, vivid and raw, flashed before her: Hawkins Lab, the isolation chamber, the faces of her friends. And then the Upside Down—dark and infinite, its shadowy tendrils reaching for her.

Her breathing quickened. The images became sharper, more intense, and she felt the energy inside her growing wilder, harder to control. The candles around the platform flared, their flames stretching upward like claws.

"Focus!" Strange barked, his hands moving faster now. The sigils spun wildly, trying to contain the energy.

"I can't—" Eleven gasped, her voice cracking. The power surged, slipping through her grasp like water. She felt it building, pushing against the barriers of her mind.

"Yes, you can," Wanda said firmly. Her voice cut through the chaos, grounding Eleven. "It's yours. Not theirs. Take it."

Eleven clenched her fists tighter, her jaw set. The memories swirled around her, threatening to overwhelm her, but she forced herself to push past them. Past the fear. Past the pain. She reached deeper, into the core of the energy, and for the first time, she didn't pull away.

The room exploded with light.

Crimson, gold, and blue energy surged outward, colliding in a brilliant cascade that sent waves rippling through the Sanctum. Eleven felt the power coursing through her, no longer wild and uncontrollable, but steady. Solid. Hers.

When the light faded, she opened her eyes. The room was still, the candles burned low, and the runes on the walls glowed faintly. Strange and Wanda stood at the edge of the platform, both watching her intently.

"How do you feel?" Wanda asked.

Eleven took a shaky breath. "Stronger."

"Good," Strange said, his tone approving. "Because this was just the beginning."

Scene Break: Kang's Domain

Far away, in the heart of his fortress, Kang watched the events unfold through a shimmering, translucent screen. The room around him was cold and sterile, its walls lined with intricate machinery that hummed faintly with energy.

"She's progressing faster than I expected," he mused, his tone calm but laced with intrigue.

Behind him, a figure stepped out of the shadows—a young man with dark hair and piercing eyes. His movements were precise, calculated, as though every step was part of a larger plan.

"She's unstable," the man said, his voice low. "She won't be able to handle the strain for long."

"That's precisely the point," Kang replied, turning to face him. "Let Strange and Wanda teach her. Let them give her the tools. It will make her that much more valuable when she breaks."

The young man frowned, his expression unreadable. "And if she doesn't break?"

Kang smiled faintly, his gaze distant. "She will."

Scene Break: Back at the Sanctum

Eleven sat cross-legged on the platform, her hands resting on her knees. Wanda knelt beside her, her crimson aura dim but steady. The room was quiet now, the air calm.

"You did well," Wanda said softly. "Better than most."

"It doesn't feel like enough," Eleven admitted. She looked down at her hands, the faint traces of blue energy still flickering across her skin. "Kang is still out there. He's… watching me. I can feel him."

Wanda's expression darkened. "That's what he does. He manipulates. He gets into your head. But you're stronger than he is. Stronger than you think."

Eleven looked at her, searching her face for any sign of doubt. "What if I'm not?"

Wanda placed a hand on her shoulder, her grip firm. "Then we'll make you stronger."

From the doorway, Strange watched in silence, his arms folded. He didn't say it, but he knew the truth: Kang wasn't just watching. He was waiting.

And time was running out.