He couldn't help it. He observed the subjects; few moving, few unconcious. Resistance against those who simply submitted through means of unconsciousness. The light illuminated his silve hair as he entered the room; his domineering presence even causing the lights to flicker. He recongnized all of the them; the ones responsible for his downfall. For taking her away from him. He motioned slightly and a girl, about the age of a 14 year old, slowly entered, two guards accompanying her. She stood by his side as he observed the subjects, preparing them for their purposes.
Jim Hopper; he would surely pay for his actions two years prior and for adopting his daughter. She was his, no one else's. He, who had the gall to break into his laboratory and interupt his experiments. HIS work. He would surely have to remember their deal, the one he refused to follow.
Joyce Byers; the unforgiving mother who stood in the way of his continued research. Sueing his company; his life's work, all because of her son, a simple test subject in an experiment larger than life itself. The ignorant fool.
Jonathan Byers; Who's more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows? The son of the mother, but not important to him. Only one sheep to send to the slaughter.
Will Byers; The boy who had escaped his experiment. No worriers, he'll only be sent back, just to finish what had been started.
Finally, Nancy Wheeler; the girl who had come up with the evidence as to shut down the laboratory, for good. Well, at least what she considered for good. Her disappearance will only make her actions against his organization a waste of her breath.
Dr Brenner smiled. It's time to end this.
"Let us the hell out, you bastards!" Mike yelled, banging on the oval shaped metal door. He pounded on it with his fists.
As he continued, he felt pain in his right hand and a sticky substance fell onto the door as a result. He had cut his hand, but only slightly against the door's rigid edges.
"Forget it, Mike. There's no busting that down." a voice called from within the darkness behind him.
Mike sighed and slid down the wall beside the door, slowly, until he hit the floor. The sweat against his forehead beaded down, despite the cool nature of the wall. Well, at least this place has cooled down.
"Anyone else have any brilliant ideas?" The voice continued.
The party stayed quiet, none willing to provide an idea as to what the plan was. They had no plan. Nothing to help them escape. Unlike the last two years, there was no mystery that needed to be solved. No improvisation. They knew what awaited them.
A death with no meaning.
They believed their efforts to be futile. Mike was their shining hope; the only one who resisted against this the entire time.
Months had dragged on; painful torture that had been performed on them to get them to talk. And for what?! Their will had been destroyed; the only thing that remained after months of torture were their basic needs. Eating, sleeping, drinking, only to experience the same pain every day.
Mike held his head; refusing to let his mind break. We have to escape! I don't give a goddamn whether or not they don't want to. I'm getting us the hell out of here.
Dr. Brenner thought for a long period of time and made a difficult decision. He needed to prove to Eleven that she either come back with him, accept him as her father, or he would kill who he deemed as "unacceptable".
Eleven immediately shook her head; she wouldn't accept the responsibility.
"No, papa! Please, i'll stay with you. Don't hurt them!" Eleven screamed, almost causing the lights in the room to shatter.
Dr. Brenner frowned. "It doesn't matter, Eleven. I won't believe you until you choose."
Eleven couldn't help but begin to cry. How long was he going to do this? Torture them until she broke, until she bent to his will. To be used as a weapon for her father's own destructive purposes.
Many times she had tried to use her powers to break free. So many times she had been beaten for it. Bruises covered her arms and legs. She couldn't take it.
"Choose, Eleven. Now!" Dr. Brenner said, implying worse if she didn't choose.
Eleven, continuing to sob, turned away from the subjects. She could feel Brenner's anger begin to grow. She heard strange noises, almost like squishing. She turned back to see Brenner's face and body begin to morph into a disgusting mass. It transformed into Eleven's fear. The demogorgon.
The environment changed from the clean laboratory to the disgusting upside down variation. The demogorgon's 4 flapped mouth opened and screamed towards Eleven, almost like it remembered her, as the one who killed him. It lunged towards Eleven, who screamed in response as she could feel the creature scratch her already bruised arms.
"Enough!" Dr. Brenner yelled, unplugging the machine giving Eleven the horrifying nightmare. He took a deep breath as he spared his daughter from this pain.
Eleven was fast asleep; thank god. Dr. Brenner turned to the Soviet scientist beside him.
"You didn't tell me that this it was this was! I only want her, everyone else are just subjects. Torturing her is only going to force her away!"
The soviet scientist simply responded with "Hmph!", like it wasn't his responsibilty. He turned to Brenner and smiled.
"Breaking her mind is needed. Isn't that why you had her torture the Byers boy?"
Brenner shook his head of the thought. I was only trying to prove a point! Not torture her!
The elderly doctor lowered his head and then turned towards Eleven. He felt tears, but forced them back. No, she will learn. She will learn what it means to yield such power. She will, no matter the cost!
Dr. Brenner turned towards the security cameras in the room that flickered once every so often. All of the cameras detailed long and blank hallways, except for one. A room that was filled with people. Living people.
Four more were being added to it.
He recognized the people as those who had nearly gotten him killed. Dismantled his business and stole his daughter.
He knew what he was feeling. The anger grew and grew. The nightmare was starting to become a reality.