Stranger Things: Rebuilding

Chapter 9 of my Stranger Things story, enjoy.

Reviews

Boris Yeltsin: Yes indeed, clearly, yes, Mike has his own issues.
Wolfgirl2013: Thanks :)
JaynetheFawn: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it, yeah, helps share his thoughts too ;)

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things or its characters.

Threats and Wonder

"Man, what happened to your teeth?" Shane gasped, eyes wide.

Troy groaned, covering his mouth again, he'd lost two teeth when that masked weirdo clobbered him.

"I told you, I got jumped by some weirdo in a mask and parka." He grumbled.

Shane nodded slowly. "Uh-huh, I've gotta hand it to you, real inventive dude."

"It's true." Troy insisted.

But he knew it was no use, Shane would just consider it as him making excuses, he knew it wasn't fair but there was nothing he could do. Shane was just that scary, a very tall nineteen year old, shaved head and cold grey eyes, fair skinned and bulky with muscle.

'If you didn't know it, you'd never guess he and Justin were brothers.' Troy reflected.

But right now, it was no time to be distracted as Shane shook his head and let out a slow breath, frustrated.

"I think you're forgetting the severity of the situation, Troy." Shane said at last. "As leader of our gang, I have a responsibility. I choose you because I thought I could trust you…"

"You can." Troy blurted out, his fear starting to show.

Shane scoffed. "Yet you've failed twice now and each time you come up with some lame excuse. I'm supposed to tell the boys...what's left of us, that we've avenged Justin."

"I-"

"I'm starting to wonder if you're just like your little friend." Shane warned.

Troy glared. "James was a coward, he was weak-"

"He's responsible for us being so drastically weakened. You're not doing much to vindicate yourself given your past association with him." Shane warned. "You have the gun, you know the places this girl goes. Now just find her and then the moment, THE MOMENT, she's alone you kill her, got it."

Troy swallowed, looking around at the rest of the gang, not one said a word or even moved, leaving him to face Shane's wrath alone. They were in their hideout, the worn out basement of an unused building, James didn't know about it and Troy only found out after the park incident. His attention was forced back to Shane by Shane grabbing his head and forcing him to look at him.

"Let me make it clear, Troy. Either you kill that girl by Saturday night, or on Sunday morning, you will be dead."

XXXXX

El found herself moving silently down the corridor of the college dorm, the place seemed so quiet, empty, but all she did was focus on her destination, the single solitary door at the end of the corridor. She was feeling so much, the intensity was almost too much. The only sound beside her own pounding heart was the soft whisper of her exquisitely soft dress as she finally reached the door. She hesitated, ever so briefly, before reaching out and opening the door and stepping inside. She was in the college dorm room but she didn't pay much attention to it, her focus was on the bed. For lying on the bed, as if waiting for her, was Eric. He looked up at her, there was expectation in his eyes, a strange intensity, one that looked similar to what she was feeling. He didn't say anything, neither did she, he got up from the bed.

'Oh please, oh please.' She thought desperately.

She wanted so bad for him to say something, to confirm her hopes, her feelings. He stopped just short of her and reached out. She let out a shaky breath, her hopes mounting as his fingers first brushed against the inside of her elbow, the same spot he touched at the hospital back then, the bruise that had been there had faded but the feeling remained.

Her eyes sought his, her hopes and feeling laid bare. His lips twitched and he leaned closer to her, her heart leapt and she hoped, prayed, for the kiss to come. But then she gasped, things changed, her surroundings dissolved, they changed to a place she had only been a couple of times before. The Wheeler basement. She was still in someone's arms, but it wasn't Eric, it was Mike, his expression matched Eric's from before, but this time, there was something different, a kind of hope, a hope that matched her own from earlier. Then everything dissolved and she gasped, blinking, finding herself lying in her tangled patchwork blanket on her own bed, looking at the rising sun through the window in her own bedroom.

She sat up, overcome with confusion and fear. 'What the, what the hell was that...how could, I thought...urgh, how am I supposed to look at Mike after that and why am I...I'm supposed to be wondering about Eric, how…?'

She groaned, feeling lost and confused.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.