4th December, 1985
Kenny heard the screeching of metal as the door to the interrogation room swung open, and a set of footsteps approached.
"Where are we?" Kenny yelled angrily.
"Fort Hagen," a gentle voice answered, and Dr. Brenner stepped out of the shadows. "Abandoned military outpost, by Lake Jordan. Off the records."
Dr. Brenner took a seat opposite Kenny, who leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.
"Where's my boy?" Kenny asked.
Dr. Brenner sighed. "Gone," he admitted.
"What'd you say?" Kenny snapped.
"Kenny, it is true that, in the Summer of '79, we abducted your son from his home," Dr. Brenner admitted in a calm voice. "Your son played a key role in a very special program called Project MK Ultra."
"Don't talk down me, Doc," said Kenny. "I know all about your little science experiments."
"Then you'll know just how special your son was," said Dr. Brenner.
Lenny's heat sank. "Was?" he echoed.
"Four years later, your son escaped Hawkins Lab," Dr. Brenner explained. "We tried our best to find him, but… It's unlikely he survived in the woods."
"Was there a body?" Kenny asked.
Dr. Brenner tilted his head in confusion. "What?"
"You heard me," said Kenny, firmly.
"Mr. Clarke, we're all very grateful for your help, but it's time-"
Suddenly, Kenny rose to his feet, pointing accusingly at Dr. Brenner. "This is bullshit," he yelled. "You are bullshit!"
Across the table, Dr. Brenner rose to his feet, reaching out with hand to try to calm Kenny. "Mr. Clarke-"
"Stop calling me that," said Kenny. "Only my brother…" His voice trailed off, and he looked around him, confused. "Where is my brother?" he asked.
"Tomorrow, Kenny, your brother is going to receive a phone call, and a voice is going to tell him that, should he ever speak a word of what happened today, his fiancée, Jen, will be captured, tortured, and eventually killed," Dr. Brenner explained in a somber tone.
"Is that true?" Kenny asked, his eyes narrow with suspicion.
"What do you think?" asked Dr. Brenner, sincerely.
"I think you're a liar, Doc," said Kenny, angrily. "A bald-faced liar."
"Kenny, please-"
"I want out of this place, Doc," said Kenny, pacing up and down the interrogation room. "There's nothing for me here."
"How can I trust you?" asked Dr. Brenner.
"You told me that my son is dead, Doc," Kenny reminded him. "If that's true, then I have nothing to gain by selling you down the river."
As Kenny approached the door, Dr. Brenner said, "I am sorry about your son, Kenny. He was a good kid."
Kenny paused, and turned to Dr. Brenner, his eyes welling. "Fuck you, Doc," he uttered, before slamming the door behind him.
Kenny was led down the corridor by a suited man, who wore an earpiece, and had a Smith and Wesson on his hip.
"The kids," Kenny uttered. "What's gonna happen to them?"
The guard was silent, and stared blankly ahead.
"You know," Kenny began, "I'd sure appreciate it if you folks could take me home now."
The guard's hand hovered over his revolver, and Kenny's heart began to race.
"Well, shit," Kenny cursed. "I'd sure hoped things wouldn't have to go this way," he said before lunging towards the guard, crashing into him and slamming him against the wall, where the guard dropped his revolver.
The guard was winded. Kenny grabbed his neck, pinning him against the wall, then threw a clenched fist into his face, socking him in the jaw, and knocking him to the ground, where the guard lay motionless.
Catching his breath, Kenny grabbed the revolver, then picked a keycard from the guard's pocket.
Kenny jogged down the hallway, clutching the revolver, until he came to the sealed door at the end of the corridor. He inserted the keycard into the lock, which then beeped, and Kenny heard the shifting of metal, before the door swung open.
Inside the small, box-like room, stood two teenagers.
"You," the boy with black, mop-like hair yelled, staring at Kenny hatefully.
"We gotta go," said Kenny, standing in the doorway, and clutching the revolver.
"We can't," said the girl. Jane.
"Jane!" the boy yelled, before sharing a conflicted look with Jane.
"Dammit, kids, stop screwin' around," Kenny snapped. "We gotta go, and we gotta go now!"
"Mike…" Jane uttered, gazing at the boy with wide, sad eyes.
"This is our only chance," the boy assured her.
Reluctantly, Jane nodded. "How do we get outta here?" she asked.
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