Chapter 2: Poor girl

Mike stood in the doorway of the white room. "Eleven…" He whispered.

Eleven wore the familiar hospital gown, when Brenner approached from behind. "Good girl, you've drawn him in, now do what papa has told you"

Eleven's hair fell out, leaving the buzz cut she had a year ago, "papa… no, no papa!" Eleven screamed, "failure" Brenner stated, as he pulled a handgun out of his suit and shot Mike through the head. "NOO!" Eleven cried, holding back tears.

Brenner grabbed a hold of her as another scientist took Mike's unmoving corpse and yanked it away. She fought him, but it did nothing, she was being dragged toward the door. Brenner threw her into the confinement room, but it wasn't technically solitary. Hopper and Mike's lifeless bodies sat, but her father's body in particular was being eaten by the Demogorgon itself.

It turned around and looked at her, opening its face like a flower petal, and revealing the multiple rows of serrated teeth, roaring in the process. The door slammed shut behind her, "help! help! please!" Eleven screamed as she pounded on the door, the monster approached, getting closer, and closer, until.

…

Hopper awoke to the crash of a plate smashing into tiny little pieces on the hard kitchen floor. He tried to get out of the couch but it suddenly jerked forward a few inches and he fell on the ground, once again he tried to get up but was hit in the head by the table.

"Shit!" Hopper exclaimed in pain. When he finally got up, he took in the sight of the books flying out of the shelf, the plates seemingly jumping out of the drawer. The television was tipping, close to falling. Hopper dashed to the tv to put it back in place, the doors to the bathroom were opening and closing over and over again.

Jim pushed through the mayhem of the house and burst open the door to Eleven's room, where she lay in her bed, spasming out of control. Blood coming through her ears and nose, even a trickle came out of her mouth. Hopper shook his daughter's body in hopes of waking her up.

"Eleven! C'mon kid, wake up!"

Eleven's eyes opened and she gasped for air as if coming out of the water after almost drowning.

There was silence for a minute, as Hopper breathed an enormous sigh of relief and Eleven pieced together what had happened.

A tear trickled down her eye...

Soft crying…

Sobbing...

She weakly spoke through the tears, "daddy". It was the first time she had called him that. The chief himself fought back tears.

"It's okay…"

"You're okay"

They hugged for a few minutes while Eleven's sobs died down to soft whining as she fell asleep in Hoppers arms, he planted a kiss on her head, and laid her down back on the pillow.

The next morning Hopper woke up, back on the couch, it was 6:30, and Eleven was still asleep. He put his police uniform on, left a note for Eleven, and walked out the door.

Michael Wheeler woke up at 9:00 in the morning, it was a saturday, what'd you expect? He lay back down and remembered the happiest night he had had in 353 days, or maybe longer than that, he stopped counting last month when El came through the doors of Joyce's house.

He knew he loved El, it was annoying to know that nobody would believe his claims if he told them, he was a 13 year old kid, how would he know what love is? Mike wasn't overly fond of Hopper either, and he knew the feeling was mutual, how could he hide her from everyone for an entire year? He wasn't about to hold Mike or El back.

Deep down Mike really did want to be on good terms with Hopp, but he didn't know how he, or really anyone would react if they found out that he had kissed her twice now.

Not even she knew what a kiss was or what it meant. Come to think of it, that may be a problem.

Hopper's police car stopped at the Hawkins Pediatric Hospital. He walked in and looked to his left to see the secretary, he stopped at the desk, "name" she said in a general monotone and disinterested voice. "Jim Hopper" he replied.

"I'm here to see Doctor Owens" Hopper responded

She typed some things on her large computer, "he'll be ready in about 20 minutes" she stated. Hopper nodded and sat down.

Just about 20 minutes later, Owens showed up, "Chief Hopper!" he smiled. "Come in, come in" Owens ushered Hopper into his office.

Hopper walked into a blue room similar to his office in the lab, only smaller, and more friendly. Hopper sat once again and Owens took a seat in his chair. "So what can I do for you?".

Hopper started in a whisper, "last night my daughter had a severe panic attack in her sleep, and I was wondering of you knew anything that Brenner and his scientists did to her that might of triggered this".

Owens froze, he wanted to refrain from shocking Hopper, but it would lead to the safety of Eleven in the future. Owens reluctantly spoke, "they did more than just give her telepathic and telekinetic abilities, she isn't a regular teenage girl in many ways".

"Is there a file on her?"

"Yes. But it's likely that her dreams are just the result of PTSD."

"I need the file"

"I don't have it"

Hopper's face contorted into a frustrated scowl, "where is it"

"I don't know. When Bauman shut the place down, they obviously got rid of it"

"So what? You're saying they just burned it?"

"I'm saying it's in the hands of someone else"

Hopper took a deep breath, and exhaled. "Thank you", he rose up from his chair and left, but was cut off at the door.

"Please. Don't think worse of her. You don't know what they did to that poor child" Owens warned. Hopper turned around to speak, but nothing came out. He nodded and left.

Thank you for reading my second chapter. I think the new mystery gives Hopper more to do than hate on Mike and it gives the story some more substance, please continue to comment and thanks! -Y