Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews so far I love hearing what you all have to say. :) This chapter is a tough one not gonna lie. I hope you all like it! - An Unknown Stranger.
Mike and Eleven had been in the lab almost four days.
The boys felt as though they were the only ones worried sick about Eleven and Mike. Of course that was not true but they hadn't seen Hopper or Joyce do a thing thus far.
Will, Lucas, and Dustin marched into Hoppers office. He was at his desk looking over papers with heavy concentration. "What the hell Hopper." Lucas started.
He looked up at the boys confused. "Excuse me?" He furrowed his brows.
"Why haven't we found Eleven and Mike yet? We haven't even checked the lab!" Lucas yelled.
"It's not exactly easy Lucas. Agents watch and hear our movement every second." Hopper argued.
"That shouldn't stop us. Mike and El wouldn't give up on us." Dustin informed.
"It's not about giving up. Its not easy breaking into a government facility." Hopper said sternly.
"You did!" Lucas yelled.
"Once but I was caught. I was lucky that I even made it in." Hopper argued.
Lucas rolled his eyes.
"Why are you just sitting around? You raised Eleven a year, you are close to her and your acting like your not." Lucas fought.
Hopper clenched his jaw trying to keep relaxed. "I'm doing everything I can at the moment guys. I'm trying to make some plans and see which one sounds the best." He explained.
"Can you go a little faster then?" Lucas mumbled.
Hopper smacked the folder he was holding onto the desk causing them to jump in shock. "Where are your plans? They are your friends too." Hopper raised a brow at them.
They opened their mouths but couldn't form words.
"That's what I thought. Now go home." Hopper sighed.
They all turned on their heels and left his office. "Thanks for the help back there guys." Lucas rolled his eyes.
"I helped a little and you know Will barely talks." Dustin argued.
"I'm standing right here." Will frowned.
Back in the lab Elevens eyes fluttered open. She found herself under the covers wrapped in Mike's protective arms. She could hear his slow breaths as he slept peacefully beside her on the small bed.
The room was dark like it usually was and it often confused them whether it was morning or night. No windows brought quite a struggle.
She furrowed her brows trying to remember when she had even fallen asleep. She looked to the bedside table and saw a white cloth with spots of blood in various places. She brought her hand to her earlobes and didn't feel any dry blood. She didn't feel any under her nose as well. She figured Mike must had cleaned her up when she passed out.
She looked at him and smiled. She felt as though he was too good for her. He was so kind to her even though she had done unspeakable things in her life.
She nuzzled her head back into his chest and closed her eyes once again drifting into a slumber.
Hours later they both awoke to the metal door opening. Mike sat up quickly as soon as he heard it and placed a protective hand on Eleven. She tried to sit up but he gently pushed her back down.
The agent flicked on the lights causing them to squint and blink quickly to adjust their eyes.
"Experiment Eleven." He said sternly.
"She's not coming." Mike said firmly.
"That's not your decision boy. She comes right now or you will both face the consequences." The agent explained.
Mike got out of the bed and stood firmly in front of it. Eleven sat up with a face full of worry. She wanted to leave with the agent if it meant saving Mike from harm but she knew Mike wouldn't have it.
"Very well." The agent sighed.
The agent went back to the door and motioned for another agent to enter. They both walked toward Mike and pulled out a metal rod. Mike saw this and felt his heart race. He knew he was just a teenager going against two adults but he knew he couldn't give up. It was too late to back down.
His hands balled into fists and as the first one stepped toward him he brought that fist to the agents temple. The agent stumbled back and the next one stepped forward quickly.
Mike punched the next agent in the face causing him to stumble back gripping his nose. The first agent stepped forward again and brought the metal rod to Mike's arm.
He felt a sudden shock go up his arm so painful that it brought him straight to the ground. Eleven's eyes widened and she quickly brought her arm up and slammed the man against the wall.
She ran in front of Mike's pained form and held up her hands. "Don't! I'll go!" She yelled.
The two agents lowered the rods with scowling faces. An agent motioned for her to come forward.
"Sorry, Mike..." she whispered before leaving with them.
The metal door slammed shut once again separating them. Mike slowly sat up with pain on his face as he gripped his arm. He looked at the door with pain now replaced by anger and worry. "Eleven!" He screamed.
She felt her heart pound as they led her down the halls. Her mind raced at the uncertainty of what they would make her do.
She stopped when she was face to face with another metal door. An agent opened the door and forced her inside. She realized it was the room she was in the day before with Jacobs.
They forced her down into a metal chair and told her to keep quiet. Jacobs walked in not long later accompanied by two agents holding another man securely.
Jacobs slid the chair that was across from her around the table so he sat beside her. He sat next to her quietly and placed a leg on top of the other.
Eleven furrowed her brows confused. She looked to the man that was forced to stand in front of the table. The two agents still held him securely.
Eleven looked from the man to Jacobs. "Alright, Eleven." Jacobs sighed. "This is Matthew Johnson. Do you remember him?" Jacobs raised a brow.
Eleven shook her head.
"He was one of agents that was assigned to security the night you escaped. He was in charge of the others who watched over you that night to be specific." Jacobs explained.
Eleven was not sure where Jacobs was going with this spectacle.
"It came to my attention that he never received a punishment for his failure that night. Since Brenner died, this man never faced the consequences." Jacobs explained.
Eleven stayed silent trying to think of what point Jacobs was trying to make.
"Eleven, I want you to kill this man." Jacobs said calmly.
Eleven looked to Jacobs with shock in her eyes. She then looked back at Matthew, who in reality was innocent. A man that saved Eleven the fate of rotting longer in the lab that fateful year.
"No..." Eleven said sternly.
Jacobs scowled. "You know the consequences of not doing what your told Eleven. It's only fair he does too." Jacobs cautioned.
She dug her nails into the metal table and looked down.
Jacobs leaned forward closer to her. "It will be on your conscious if Micheal dies..." he whispered.
She looked back up at Matthew. She could see the fear in his eyes and the sweat dripping down his face. He looked at Eleven with both that fear and a pleading look.
She felt tears brim her eyes and looked to Jacobs. "Please...don't make me do this." She begged quietly.
He leaned back and sighed. "You failed your task yesterday, you have to make up for it somehow." He shrugged.
She felt the rage building in her chest. She wanted to kill Jacobs more than anything but she knew that anything she did would kill Mike.
She planted her elbows on the table and gripped her curls in frustration. She couldn't kill this man, this man was innocent, that man did nothing to her. The men gripping Matthew on the other hand did. She knew she wouldn't get out of this and made a quick split second choice. A choice she would have to live with.
She screamed let the tears fall down her cheeks. A second later two bodies hit the floor, one on each side of Matthew.
Jacobs eyes widened seeing two agents with broken necks sprawled on the floor. Matthew seemed equally shocked looking at the bodies.
Jacobs turned to Eleven who was heaving and staring down at the table with tears falling down her cheeks.
"Eleven..." Jacobs said sternly as he leaned forward. "Look at me." He ordered.
With anger in her eyes and vision blurry with tears she looked at him. Right as she did she heard two loud gun shots and jumped in shock.
She looked quickly over to Matthew and saw him fall to the floor dead. She looked back over to Matthew and felt a hand firmly grip her chin.
He slammed the gun on the table with his other hand. He looked at her with rage in his eyes. "Pull something like that again and I swear I'll make sure that kid suffers. Do you hear me!" He yelled.
She shakily nodded and he released her chin. He stood and scowled at her. "I'm letting you rest now only so that I can use you more later. Your going to wish you didn't do this today." He said before leaving and slamming the door.
She leaned back in her chair shaking. Two agents entered and grabbed her roughly. They guided her back to her room and once they opened the door they were met by Mike's angered eyes.
Once his eyes met Elevens cold empty ones his eyes turned into worry. They shoved her in and slammed the door once they left.
Mike quickly ran toward her and she lifted her hand and looked at him with a vacant look in her brown eyes. "Don't touch me..." she said shakily as she walked to the bed.
Mike stopped in his tracks and looked at her with eyes full of hurt. "What did they do to you?" He asked angrily.
She sat on the ground and leaned against the bed. Her knees were tucked to her chest and her hands folded around her knees.
Mike slowly approached her and sat next to her making sure not to touch her. He wanted more than anything to embrace her and comfort her but knew it may set her over the edge.
"I killed them..." Her voice shook.
His eyes widened in surprise. "El...they-"
"Deserved it?" She cut him off and scowled.
"Yeah..." Mike replied softly.
She shook her head. "They were just doing their jobs...I killed them and now someone may not have a father...a husband..." tears brimmed in her eyes.
Mike looked down feeling his chest tighten. He wanted to cry seeing her in this state but kept strong.
"They said they were going to kill me didn't they...?" Mike asked as he looked back up at her.
She nodded her head quickly.
"I would have done the same thing if I was in your position El..." Mike said gently.
"But you can't be Mike. You don't have these horrible abilities like me. I was created to kill...I'm a monster." She said as angered tears fell down her cheeks.
He turned his body to hers quickly. "Eleven don't ever say that. This is what they want you to believe. You are more than just some weapon...you are a beautiful human being that is forced to do horrible things by horrible men." Mike said sternly.
She stayed silent and looked at the door in front of her.
Mike gripped her hand. "I know who you are El...I know what kind of person you are. You are no monster." He said sternly.
She forced her arms around Mike and cried into his shoulder. He held her tightly and closed his eyes trying to keep in tears. "I want to get out of here..." she cried.
"I know El...we will..." he sighed.
Back at home Will leaned over the sink as he gagged up slugs. He saw the slugs fall down the drain and wiped his mouth, exhausted. His environment suddenly changed before his eyes and he found himself somewhere foreign. Usually he found himself in the upside down but this time he found himself in a lab.
He observed his surroundings and realized he was in a hall. Men in white coats passed by him as well as men in tan uniforms with guns at their sides. He walked forward slowly when he heard voices. Following the voices he found a tall man with slicked back dark brown hair talking to another doctor who had messy grey hair.
"Jacobs, her actions will just continue. You can't expect her to kill random people. She has a soul for gods sake." The other doctor said sternly.
"That's the point doctor Owens. She needs to be a weapon and weapons don't have souls. I know she can get there, we just need patience." Jacobs said sternly.
"Whoever Eleven kills is on your conscious Jacobs." The man now known as Owens informed.
Wills eyes widened and he immediately found himself back in his bathroom. "They are in Hawkins Lab..." he whispered to himself.
He knew he needed to tell Hopper, his friends, and his mom but he just didn't know how. He needed to come clean.