Eleanor Hopper stood her hand wrapped around a SIG Sauer P226, a small logo of an 11 in a yellow circle, her slender fingers wrapped around the grip like tentacles of a octopus to a rock. Her stance perfect, the gun staring down at her the poor victim...
No wait he deserves this, come on El pull it.
She looked down at him, she had punched him as soon as she had entered the room. From here she could see so much she wouldn't otherwise, like the fact there was a spray of freckles almost as though they had been perfectly placed which made him absolutely adorable.
Stop! Come on El, focus.
El began to focus on her breathing the wood grip, the weight of the bullets, her victims scared face, the way the his black mop of hair made him look undeniably sexy and...
Hopper!
"Please.." came a low, quiet, fearful voice "what do you want? Money? I don't have much but here!" he reached into each pocket and produced a small black wallet and threw it at her feet.
She began kneel down before stopping, she looked up at him "You try anything, you lose your head and not the one on your shoulders" The guy nodded frantically.
El, you're disgusting.
She looked through the wallet there was $50, a small blue and yellow card that read "Hawkins Arcade, a library card and a picture of the guy, with 3 others, a short boy with curly hair and a smile that, despite his obvious lack of teeth was a mile long, a kid with a bowl cut and an awkward smile, the third guy El couldn't tell you anything about as his face was covered by his hand clearly from laughing at a joke someone had made.
"These people" she said pointing her gun at the picture "they your friends?"
A smile came to the guys face "No" he said "I just took a random picture with some randoms who I walked by and decided to take a picture with." The sarcasm thick in his voice.
She chuckled quietly and pointed her gun at his face again " Sarcasm? Now? Okay your death not mine." she said smirking.
"No, no please, please" he said now on the vurge of tears.
"I can't kill him" she thought.
What!?! I'm sorry you "can't".
"No he's...Uh well... ya know."
Cute.
"...Yeah".
So, you want to cross the mafia so you can get it on with a guy who you don't even know!
She signed, "Jim is going to kill me".
A/N:Yeah that happened, so tell me would you like a chapter 2.Anyway I'm going to go back to the woods where I've been hiding for the past few months.Yours sincerely.-Sam.