Hey, guys! happy holidays! i'm extremely sorry that this took so long to get out, but it's here at last. this is the last chapter, before i post a (kinda) epilogue that'll be extremely short.
i also want to thsnk you all for the love and support this story got! it means a lot, snd the reviews motivated me to keep writing, even when I thought I couldn't. i love all of the comments, love, and suggestions that I've received.
That being said, I'm going to work my hardest and grind out Season 3. i'm excited to write Ross and Richie again, and I'm really looking forward to getting this all going.
so, without further ado, the last chapter. i apologize for any and all grammer/spelling mistakes, and hope you like it!
-blockthewriter
Apparently, Hopper knew exactly where they could get that much salt.
And apparently, it was at the school.
While the others were off doing who-knows-what, Lucas, Dustin, and Ross went to go set up the kiddie pool. Well, it was more like Ross watchedLucas and Dustin try to set up the kiddie pool. Every time the tried to get one side to stand on its one, another part would fall down. Eventually, while Ross was giggling into her hand at the amount of times Dustin let out Son of a bitch!, Lucas told her to get over and help them already.
But the time Mike and Nancy came in with a bunch of hoses, they had the pool standing on its own. They worked on filling the pool up with water, making sure it was the correct temperature and everything, before Hopper and Jonathan came in with several bags of salt. Like, so many bags it was almost ridiculous.
They poured the salt in the pool and used eggs to test it's...floating level? Ross wasn't sure what it was called exactly, but they kept adding salt until the eggs floated. Once that was all well and done, they set up a little table to hold the supercomm and Eleven peeked off her socks and gave Mike his watch back.
As they gave Eleven goggles covered in duct tape and helped lower her in the pool, Ross dimly wondered if they brought her any extra clothes to wear.
It was weird to see Eleven just floating there, the water lapping at her face as she bobbed up and down like the eggs from earlier. Her dress was soaked instantly gathering around her legs and sticking to her skin, and Ross shivered because it looked cold.
It was hard to imagine that Eleven was doing thisto find Will and Barb. Sitting in front of a walkie talkie on a dead channel Ross could kinda of get. It was weird and she didn't even know how it was possible, but it didn't seem outrageous to think when comparing it to floating in a kiddie pool to stimulate sensory deprivation.
Ross didn't even want to know how Eleven knew that she could contact people that way.
She didn't want to know what Eleven would've had to gone through to get that kind of information.
It was then that Ross realized that they literally knew next to nothing about the girl. They knew she had powers, that bad men were chasing her, and that it was probably safe to assume she came from Hawkins Lab. But other than that?
Nothing.
The lights in the gym started to flicker rapidly before growing brighter than they should've be able to. Then they blinked out completely.
Ross turned her attention to Eleven, because why else would the lights be flickering? Obviously, she'd entered...well...went into where or whatever it was she goes to find Will. Eleven turned her head from side to side in the water, almost like she could see something in front of her.
"Barb?" Eleven asked.
They all leaned forward at once, waiting for her to say more, to give them anything.
She began to break heavier, her chest heaving up and down in the water, and the lights above started to flicker again.
"What's going on?" Nancy asked breathlessly.
"I don't know," Mike answered, keeping his eyes trained on Eleven.
"Is Barb okay?" Nancy asked Eleven. "Is she okay?"
"Gone," Eleven said.
Gone, Ross thought.
"Gone. Gone."
Well fuck. That could only mean one thing.
Ross slipped her hand around Mike's elbow as Eleven started to get more frantic, with gone gone gone gone!filling up the empty gym. Hopper and Joyce both leaned over the edge of the kiddy pool and grabbed onto Eleven, just to let her know they were still there.
"It's okay we're right here," Joyce whispered, and Eleven started to quiet down. "We're right here, honey."
She continued to whisper to her until Eleven was still in the water again. Mike pulled his arm up until he could grasp Ross's fingers in his own, and she reached over to grab Lucas's hand on her other side.
So Barb was gone. Gone.
Will was next.
There was a few harrowing minutes before Eleven spoke again.
"Castle Byers."
Ross sat up straighter, staring wide eyed at Eleven as she tightened her grip on the boys.
"Will?" Eleven asked in a wavering voice.
"You tell him—tell him I'm coming," Joyce gasped. "Mom is coming."
"You're mom..." Eleven whispered. "She's coming for you."
The speaker crackled to life a second later, and out of it came Will's voice.
"Hurry."
All at once, they relaxed. The boys let out relieved sighs, and Ross slumped onto Mike, slipping her hands out of his and Lucas's grip to wipe away her tears.
"Okay," Joyce nodded. "Listen, you tell him to—to stay where he is. We're coming. Okay? We're coming, honey."
"Just—just hold on a little longer," El said. "Okay, Will? Will?"
She shook her head, disrupting the still water and looking at something the rest of of them couldn't see.
"Will?"
Over the speaker, they heard Eleven whimpering (which Ross though was really weird, because wouldn't she be whimpering in the pool, too?). A second later, she sat up frantically, splashing water out of the pool as she ripped off the goggles with a gasp.
Joyce reached out to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the edge of the pool where she gathered her in her arms. She hugged El close, whispering in her ear about how she was safe now, and everything was going to be okay.
"I've got you now, honey," Joyce whispered. "You did so good."
When Eleven was properly calmed down, they got her out of the pool and over to the bleachers where she could dry off with a towel. Ross felt bad. After everything Eleven had just gone through and done for them, they couldn't even managed to remember to bring a spare change of clothes for her to change into.
She was going to have to sit in sipping wet clothes (Ross offered her jacket for a little bit more warmth), doing nothing and probably cold, while they found Will.
Or, when Joyce and Hopper found Will. They'd made it clear from the start that the kids were to all stay behind, including Nancy and Jonathan. Hopper had even been hesitant to let Joyce go along.
They'd left a bit ago, leaving the rest of them there at the gym to sit and wait. They were camped out on the bleachers, Eleven shivering and wet, drooped onto Mike's shoulder.
Nancy had went into the hallway, probably to mourn over Barb, and Jonathan had followed.
None of them wanted to walk in on whatever conversation they might've been having, so they all sat tight, saying nothing and doing nothing.
After thirty minutes, Mike began to tap his foot. He started jittering around, twisting his hands, checking his watch, staring at the door, moving around so much that Ross was wondering how El hadn't moved her head off of him yet.
As minute forty five hit, Mike jumped to his feet. Eleven jerked up as the rest of them snapped to attention, watching as his beelined towards the gym doors.
Ross jumped up to follow, climbing down the bleachers after Mike, partly because she had to go to the bathroom, partly because she couldn't stand sitting in one place for so long, and also because she was curious.
Mike burst through the gym doors out into the hallway, looking them up and down before sparing a quick glance back to Ross. After she noted that the hallway was empty, Mike moved on towards the doors that led outside.
"Nancy?" He yelled, throwing them open. It was cold outside, Ross found, and she mildly regretted giving her jacket up to Eleven. Then, she felt bad, because the soaked girl clearly needed it more than she did. "Jonathan?!"
"Are they not here?" Ross asked, wrapping her arms around herself as a breeze swept through. She skimmed her eyes over the parking lot, which was completely bare, and groaned. "Of course they aren't."
"They left us," Mike stated hotly, glaring at where their car shouldhave been parked.
"Why would they do that?" she asked, already turning back towards the doors because holy shit it wasn't this cold earlier.
Mike didn't answer her, likely because he didn't have one, and just gave her an irritated shrug before moving back inside.
The moment they opened the doors back up towards the gym, the others had all eyes on them. They were up in an instant, moving to meet them halfway.
"They're gone."
"What?"
"Nancy and Jonathan," Mike specified. "They left us."
"The parking lot is empty," Ross added, throwing a thumb behind her towards the doors.
"They're probably just sucking faces somewhere," Dustin shrugged nonchalantly.
"Gross," Lucas exclaimed, as Ross pulled a face.
"No! No way," Mike denied. He probably didn't want to think about his sister getting horny in as dangerous a situation as this was.
Ross didn't blame him. (Also, why would they drive the car away to go get freaky?)
"I thought her and Steve were dating," she muttered, furrowing her eyebrows.
"He's an asshole," Lucas said, just like every time he was brought up anywhere. "They probably broke up."
Ross glared at him, because Steve wasn't an asshole (as far as she could tell with minimal contact). She was about to retort with some sort of defense on Steve's part, but Dustin spoke first.
"Did they go with the chief?"
"I don't know," Mike said.
"Wouldn't they have told us?" Ross asked.
"No," Eleven said. Ross raised her eyebrows.
"No, they wouldn't have told us?"
"What? Did you seen them?" Mike asked hastily. "Do you know where they went?"
"Yes."
"Where? Where did they go?"
Eleven paused for a second, staring at him with those dark eyes, because she was suspenseful like that.
"Demogorgan," she finally said.
They all turned to glance at each other, eyebrows raised and eyes blown wide. Ross felt her chest tighten.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
.
After sorting out just whatexactly Eleven meant, and trying to figure out whyNancy and Jonathan would even go looking for the Demogorgon at all (Ross was severely confused about that), they retreated back towards the bleachers so Eleven and Ross could sit down.
Or, lay down.
"Guys, guys! This is crazy," Mike exclaimed, waving his hands around like that would make the others see his point. "We can't just wait around!"
The boys were standing on their feet, arguing back on forth on how They should continue. Stay here and wait for someone to come (whether it be Nancy and Jonathan, Hopper and Joyce, or the bad men). Or, they could leave the very place Hopper told them to stay at, and try to find another place to hide or go after Nancy and Jonathan.
Ross was stretched out across the bleacher, head next to Eleven's thigh as they went back and forth. The main reason she wasn't in the mix with them was because, frankly, she didn't care.
She figured that either way, if they stayed or left, they would be just as likely to get caught.
"Mike, in case you forgot, we're still fugitives!" Lucas said loudly. Obviously, he was for staying. "The bad men are still looking for us!"
"Yeah, and we don't even know where your sister is," Dustin added. He was, too.
"El can find them," Mike tried to reason, but it met deaf ears.
"Mike, look at her!" Dustin turned and pointed at Eleven. She looked cold and miserable, huddled on the bleachers with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her clothes were still a bit wet, and she looked tired. "I still think we should stick to the chief's plan.
"Exactly," Lucas said, throwing a hand in Dustin's direction with an I told you so expression. "We stay here, keep El out of sight and keep her safe. That's the most important thing, remember? Besides, Nancy's okay. She's with Jonathan."
"Yeah, and she's kind of badass now, so," Dustin added, like that alone justified everything. He shrugged at Mike before turning around to walk off.
"Well, where are you going?" Mike asked with irritation. "You just said to stick to the plan!"
"I am!" Dustin shouted over his shoulder. "I'm just gonna go get some chocolate pudding. I'm telling you, the lunch lady Phyllis hoards that shit!"
Ross was on her feet in a flash.
"Wait up! I want pudding, too!"
She also still had to go pee.
"Are you serious?!" Mike yelled at them.
"El needs to be recharged," Dustin reminded them as Ross flew past him towards the doors.
"And we want pudding!"
.
Ross was in the bathroom washing her hands when she heard Dustin yelling about how he found the pudding stash.
"Mike, Ross! I found the chocolate pudding!"
Not even bothering to dry off her hands, she just wiped them on her shirt as she sprinted out into the cafeteria towards the kitchen.
Mike and Eleven were sat down at one of the lunch tables (it was the one the Party had claimed as their own, in fact), and Mike yelled something back to Dustin about holding on. Ross ignored them and headed towards pudding, pushing the door open to find Lucas and Dustin both standing with more pudding then she'd ever seen.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "There's enough pudding here to feed an army!"
"Or me," Lucas commented swiftly, grinning down at his armful.
"I know!" Dustin said, his voice ringing with the excitement of a kid getting a gift on Christmas. "She's such a lying bitch!"
Ross hurried over to one of the tables and cleared it off, so they could set the pudding down.
Their piles combined created one huge one, and while she knew they'd have to have bottomless stomachs to eat all of it in one go, she still wanted to try it. Pudding sounded so good at that moment.
"Now, where do they keep the spoons?"
.
After they ransacked the kitchen for spoons, Ross grabbed one for each of them while the boys took the pudding out to where Mike Eleven were. Or, where Eleven was.
"Where's Mike?" she asked as soon as she'd noticed his absence.
Eleven pointed towards the windows and simply said, "Nancy."
"Great!" Dustin exclaimed. "She's just in time for pudding. This will charge you right up, I'm telling you."
The doors to the cafeteria burst open, and Mike ran in, without Nancy or Jonathan in tow.
"Guys! Guys!"
Yelling wasn't a good sign.
"What is it?" Lucas asked, setting down the can of pudding he had.
"They found us."
.
Ross wasn't exactly sure where they were going, she was just making a point to follow Dustin and Lucas. The second Mike had warned them they'd thrown down their pudding in fear and frustration (couldn't they have waited until afterthey ate pudding to come?).
"How did they find us?" Lucas asked as he practically launched himself down a small set of stairs.
"I don't know," Mike huffed between breaths," but they knew we were in the gym."
"Lando," Dustin commented.
"This fucking sucks!" Ross shouted, looking next to her to make sure Eleven was keeping pace.
As if to prove her point, the exit doors they were heading towards opened, and a bunch of men decked out in black with bright flashlights cane flooding in.
They all screeched to a halt and changed directions, running back up the way they came.
Ross and Eleven were in the lead now, pushing themselves faster as Mike yelled for them to go. They turned into an open door on the left and were met by even more lights.
"Freeze!"
"Back!" Mike yelled. "Go!"
They backtracked down the hall and took a left when Mike told them too.
As they ran down it, a mean looking woman rounded the corner, gun in hand, with even more men behind her.
Ross threw out an arm to stop Eleven, halting in their tracks. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, looking behind them. More men.
There was no way out.
The woman in front them clicked the safety off of her gun and Ross's stomach dropped.
She took aim, along with the men behind her, and Ross figured this would be it. There would be no hesitation in killing them. Not if the look in that lady's eye had anything to say about it.
They were going to shoot them all dead. Her and Mike and Dustin and Lucas and then they were gonna take Eleven away. There was no other way out.
And the worst part was, that once Will came back, no one would be waiting for him.
The lights above them started to flicker, and Ross noticed something dark come out of the lady's eyes, almost like she was crying. It started coming out of her nose, and the same thing was happening to the men behind her. It took Ross a moment to realize it was blood.
They all collapsed at the same time, just as the lights stopped flickering.
Next to her, Eleven took a deep breath.
"What the fuck just—" Ross started, but was quickly cut off as Eleven toppled over sideways, straight into her. "Whoa!"
They both fell over, crashing into the hard tiles as the boys rushed over.
"El! Are you okay?" Mike asked, kneeling down next to the girls. Ross sits herself up, mindful of Eleven's limp body across her legs.
"Is she okay?" she asked.
"Something's wrong," he answered, grabbing Eleven's shoulder to shake her.
"She's probably just drained," Dustin tried to reason. "I mean, look at what she did."
All of them, save for Mike, drew their eyes to the bodies on the floor.
They were dead. Eleven had killed all of them.
"No, no, no!" Mike said quickly, shaking his head. "She won't wake up. El!"
Ross turned her eyes back to Mike and Eleven, grabbing Mike's wrists and pushing them away from El.
"Shaking her isn't helping," she said. The other people didn't matter. Right now they had to focus on Eleven. "Does anyone know how to check for a pulse?"
"She's barely breathing!"
"We gotta go!" Lucas hissed at them all, bending down to grab onto one of El's arms.
"Leave her."
Ross froze while the boys jumped into action. They sprang up onto their feet, stepping over Ross and Eleven to stand in the way as four men round the corner.
The one leading them has gray hair and is tall, and when their eyes meet there's something about him that Ross finds vaguely familiar. But then he locks his gaze onto Eleven and she forgets all about it.
The way he stares at El scares Ross, and she tightens her hold on the girl.
"Step away from the child," he said to them in a stern voice.
"No!" Mike exclaimed. You want her, you have to kill us first!"
"That's right!" Dustin said.
"Eat shit!" Lucas hissed at the men.
Unfortunately, they didn't notice the men coming from behind.
"Guys!" Ross yelled in warning, but it was too late.
They're all grabbed, and immediately start to yell and thrash in the men's holds, and Ross narrowly avoided being knocked in the face by Lucas's foot. They're pulled away, backed up a few feet so they can't reach Ross or Eleven at all.
She pulled El up further onto her lap, tightening her grip as she glanced between the struggling boys and the approaching man.
"We'll take her from here, Roslyn," the man said to her softly, kneeling down next to them.
She hugged Eleven to her chest, unwilling to let go as the man rested a hand on her arm.
She didn't even want to know how he knew her name, but could probably chalk it down to them going through the trouble of searching the whole town for them. It would've probably been harder to do that if they didn't know her name.
"Get away!" she hissed jerking her arm away from his grasp. He gave her a hard frown and grasped El's forearm tightly.
"Let her go!"
The men that flanked him came up to either side of Ross, each taking hold of her arms to try and pry her away from Eleven.
"No!" Ross shouted, jerking in their grip as he managed to pull Eleven away. "Fuck you, let go!"
In a last second attempt to the man off of her friend, Ross kicked out wildly with her feet, catching him in the shoulder before the men lift her completely off the ground like she's nothing but a doll. She tried to drop her weight to the ground as they drag her away, so she could slip out of their grasp, but they've got good grip and their fingers were digging into her arms.
"Eleven?" the man asked, ignoring the angry and panicked shouts of the other kids. "Eleven can you hear me?" He pulled her closer, shaking her lightly.
"Eleven?"
Ross watched as Eleven lifted her head ever so slightly and said something that only the man could hear.
"Yes, yes," the man nodded with a relieved smile. "It's your papa."
Papa?!
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ross yelled at him as he whispered something to Eleven that she couldn't hear. "Let her go you fucking freak!"
They all yelled and fought, trying to get out of the men's arms so they could help Eleven.
Eleven who looked to be in a lot of distress. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, like she was in some sort of pain.
The man hushed her quietly like she was a toddler he was taking care of. He whispered to her some more, rocking her back and forth in his arms and she simply stared back at him.
For a second, Ross was scared that Eleven would go with the man. That she wouldn't protest and she would leave with him willingly, leave the rest of them hear to either be thrown in prison or killed.
But then Eleven shook her head slightly and mumbled just loud enough for the rest of them to head, "Bad."
The man paused for a moment, staring down at Eleven wish shock and confusion.
"Bad," Eleven repeated, pulling her arms away from him and back towards the boys. "Mike."
Of course Eleven wouldn't leave. That was stupid of Ross to think. Why would she go all the way to get away from the bad, just to turn around and go back the moment they found her again.
"Mike," Eleven said again, eyes drooping because she'd just used a bunch of power and wasn't even able to reenergize herself after looking for Will and Barbara.
And that is why Ross is confused when the lights start to flicker. It couldn't be Eleven. She was too exhausted.
The hall is cast into darkness for a few seconds, and when they flicker back on, the man holding Eleven is staring straight at Ross.
They've all stopped struggling now, freezing in the men's grasp as the lights flicker insistently, like they're trying to portray some sort of message.
"Blood," Mike said suddenly. Ross furrowed her eyebrows, looking away from the man's stare in favor of watching Mike.
"What?" Lucas asked.
"Blood."
Ross jumped as a loud thud echoed through the hall, coming from end behind her. She whipped her head around, as best as she could in the men's grasp. The wall at the end of the hallway, the one with the big paw print that said CUBS on it, was cracked. There was another thud, and the it cracked further, growing longer. The ground shook and dust fell from the fissures.
She felt her chest tighten and her knees began to shake. Dread filled her, because she had a good idea as to what was coming through that wall.
"Move back," one of the other men said, they shuffled a few feet backwards, dragging Ross along.
They didn't get far though, before something burst straight through the wall, spraying rocks everywhere. Some sort of horrific look hand, not at all human, burst from the stone.
And then came a head. Some terrible head with a face that almost looked like a flower that had yet to bloom, but a lot more scary and a lot less colorful.
Ross screamed.
It broke through the wall completely, and the men that were holding her straight up dropped her on her ass to go for the guns. She knew that were her cue to get up and run like hell, but she couldn't move.
It stared them down, along and pale, with long limbs and no eyes, and Ross was paralyzed.
All of the men stepping in front of her, guns blazing, and she watched as their bullets did absolutely nothing. It might be delaying the monster, but it wasn't killing it. When it was hit it merely jerked backwards and kept moving without a second to spare.
It was terrifying.
Ross didn't move until Lucas scooped his arms under hers and pulled her onto her feet. He grabbed her hand tightly, yelling at her to move, and pulled her along behind him. They followed Dustin (who had Eleven) and Mike down the halls to an empty class room.
They didn't get far from the action, if the loud sounds of gun shots told Ross anything. She stayed at the door that Lucas had slammed shut while the boys took Eleven towards the back of the room, staring out the little window into the hall.
The guns and screams only made her startling aware of what little distance there was between them and the Demogorgon.
"Holy shit," she muttered, looking upwards as the lights kept of flickering. Looking over, she saw the boys huddled around Eleven at one of the tables and thought about going to join them, but the sound of gun shots brought her back to the door.
A loud roar tore through the air, so loud that it sounded like it was in the room, and Ross jumped backwards with a scream.
For a moment, she was in the Upside Down again.
It was dark and cold, and the vines at her feet slithered over her toes. The monster was chasing her down, but this time there was no where to run, no where to hide.
She was all alone again.
"Ross, get away from the door!"
She was crying now. She couldn't breathe.
The gunfire kept going, the men outside kept screaming, and she kept crying because holy fuck, they were going to die.
"We're gonna die," she whispered to herself. Someone grabbed her arm and she swung around to shout at Lucas, "We're gonna fucking die!"
"We won't die," Lucas told her, although he didn't sound to sure himself. He pulled her back to where the others were gathered around Eleven.
"It's coming," she told him frantically. "It's fucking coming for us, we're gonna die!"
"No one is dying!"
"Everyone outside of those doors are fucking dead, Lucas! You know that!"
"Ross, you need to calm down!" Dustin said to her, spinning her around to face him. He looked over her shoulder at the boys and said," I think she's having a panic attack."
She slapped his hands away and took a step back. "Shut the fuck up! Of course I'm fucking panicking, it's gonna eat us!"
Mike grabbed onto her next, giving her a hard shake like that would knock the panic out of her.
"Ross, listen to me—"
A loud crash cut him off as the door to the room was knocked to the ground.
Ross screamed and grabbed onto Mike and Dustin, who both turned to Lucas and started yelling at him.
"Get the wrist rocket!" Dustin shouted. "Get the wrist rocket!"
The monster let out a terrifying roar and Ross let go of Dustin (who was helping Lucas tear off his backpack) in favor to completely latch onto Mike.
"Get it out now!"
"Get the rocks!" Mike shouted. "Get the rocks!"
"Getting the rocks!"
"Give me one!" Lucas demanded.
Ross couldn't look away from the Demogorgon, which was walking into the room slowly on slinky, skinny legs.
"Go!" Mike yelled. "Go! Kill it!" He managed to make Ross move behind him, but she kept a firm grip on his jacket, like if she let him go he would disappear.
"Fire! Fire!" Dustin yelled.
Lucas pulled back, almost like he was firing a bow n arrow, and let the rock fly.
It bounced off the monster harmlessly.
"It's not gonna work," Ross whispered underneath the roars and shouting.
"Give me another one!" Lucas cried.
"Kill it! Kill the bastard!"
"Go! Go!"
"It's not going to work!" Ross said, shaking Mike's shoulder desperately.
"Kill it now!"
Lucas pulled back again, and the second rock is as useless as the first.
"Get another rock!"
"Kill the bastard! Come on!"
"It's not gonna work!" Ross shouted again.
Lucas seemed to be the only one listening to her. "It's not working!" He yelled as Dustin shoved another rock into his hand.
"Hit him again!"
"Kill him!"
"They're not gonna fucking work! They're rocks! They had guns and they fucking died!"
They all yelled at Lucas as he pulled back again, pointlessly, and took aim. Just as the Demogorgon opened it's mouth, Lucas released.
The rock went straight down it's throat.
The force (which obviously wasn't from the rock) sent the monster flying backwards. It slammed into desks in chairs before smashing into the wall at the front of the room.
The boys all stumbled backwards at the sudden motion, and Ross let go of Mike, turning her eyes to Eleven.
She was sitting up, dark brown eyes trained on the monster as she slid off the table. She was too pale. Her eyes were bloodshot and her veins contrasted against her skin too sharply to be okay. She was bleeding, too. From her nose and her ears.
She moved past Ross without sparing a glance, the determined look on her face angry and terrifying. Mike moved forward to grab her arm, her name on his lips, but she swung an arm backwards before he could even finish.
Mike flew across the room—much like Lucas had at the junkyard—sliding across the tile floor until he slammed into the cabinets of the far wall.
The Demogorgon screamed as Eleven approached, almost like it was in pain, and the noise grated on their ears. It's kept pinned up against the wall, squirming she got closer. The lights kept flickering on and off, and she turned around to face them for the last time.
The screaming was so loud that Ross couldn't hear what she said, but she could make out Mike's name on her lips before she turned back forward.
Eleven raised her hand level to the Demogorgon's abdomen, and the noise it let loose was horrifying.
Instantly it gave Ross a headache as the screech ripped through the air, and all of them flinched backwards, drawing their hands up to their ears desperately.
She didn't look away though, and watched as the monster's chest was ripped open to reveal a faint white light. It looked like it was being dissolved into ash, flying around in a cloud until it enveloped Eleven into it.
When it began to dissipate with a final scream that Ross someone knew was more Eleven than the monster, the ash began to fade away until there was nothing left.
Absolutely nothing.
No Demogorgon.
No Eleven.
She was gone.