She sees it all again, as she sits in the back of their beat up van. She looks over Tory for only a few moments when Ray push's her out of the way to take a look at her shoulder. Tory's face was dark, her eyes sinking into her skull.
"I'm taking off," Mick said from the front seat. Kali looked around the back, all of them breathing heavy making the area too warm. She moved to her usually spot in the passenger seat; looking ahead at the trees as Mick turned on the car. "Where are we going," Mick asked her. Kali shook her head.
"We need to find Jane," kali said. She thought of the night before. The bad men where crawling everywhere, and with Jane out of her sights she was scared she couldn't protect her. "Just give me a minute to figure it out." She could feel the van roll slowly. Mick tried to turn the vehicle around while the rest of the team remained quiet. Kali heard a pain hissing sound from the back; Ray's muffled voice following after. Mick stayed close to the tree line, giving them the sight of the paved road.
"I vote we leave this town," Axel said from behind. "I'm sorry Kali, but is she really worth all this trouble?" Kali let out a frustrated breathe, focusing on her breathing rather than the complaining of the group. Mick was saying something beside her, but all she could hear were distant muffled voices as she closed her eyes; letting them fall back open to the darkened wet floors of the void.
"She's not here," Kali turned fast, the water on the floors rippling around her. Tory stood; her face pale, her eye tired. Kali tried to ignore her, looking past the girl to see if anything was in the distance. She could see anything around her. It was all really new, she never really went into this place on her own, but now that she tried to focus she realized that this place could be useful.
"We just need to concentrate," Kali said, looking back to Tory. She focused on her breathing, thinking of Jane; how she looked, how she talked. They sat in silence for a long moment, only hearing Tory's feet as she shuffled back and forth. It almost felt as if Kali was moving fast, the muffled sound of wind hitting the car as they rolled down the high way. She looked around her, noticing a shape take form in the distance.
"You can try all you want," the voice echoed from far away. Kali looked over to Tory, not waiting for her as she moved forward. She walked fast to the shaped, a man standing hunched over a medical bed." You won't be able to use any power until your medicine wears off." Kali came closer; she could hear Tory's faint steps behind her. El lay strapped to a bed, her eyes darker than she had ever seen.
"They would sedate me," Tory said, coming to stand beside Kali. They looked at one another
"I know what to do," Kali said before everything started to disappeared.
Kali took in a sharp breath, a sharp pain coming into her rib cage as she felt a pinch on her lung. She looked around the small room, feeling her head throb as she tried to figure out where she was. She could hear raspy breathing next to her; she looked to her right to see Tory lying like the dead. She felt like her lungs were drowning, as she let in a breath with effort. She sat up straight trying to gain control on her breathing, dragging her feet to the floor.
She could hear soft whispers outside of the open door way. She could see Axel sitting at the table from where she was sitting. She let herself stand, her right leg wobbling as she tried to contain the pain in her knee. She looked back at Tory, her eyes still closed, her breathing coming out wet.
"You're up," Kali jumped, looking to see Mick in the door way. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her hair still holding a little bit of glass in it. She moved forward, limping slightly to the door way. She looked past her friend, a woman sat with a young boy. She looked up to make eye contact with her, the woman's eyes watering as the older boy stood over her, his hand on her shoulder.
"What happened?" Kali asked, looking around the small cabin. "How did we get back here?" She looked to her friends, all of them looking at her with no emotion.
"You don't remember?" Mick asked. Kali shook her head, looking around the room. "You made me hit the vans. You made us get in a car accident."
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"I just feel like something is more off than we think it is," Lucas said. He sat on top of the fire wood hut outside of Max's window, his pants slightly damp from the wood. Max sat with her window open, her back to the wall looking at her bedroom door. "I mean they never came back, and then those punk teenagers came in and just took that girl." Lucas was greeted with more silence. The sun had gone down hours ago, and after explaining to his parents that he went out for a snowball war that morning they just shrugged their shoulders. He snuck out of his window once he heard his parents go to bed. "Are you okay?" He asked her, looking over the window sill to see the top of her red head.
"Yeah," she said faintly. Rock music rang from the room next to hers, the sound of her stepfather coming from the living room. Lucas hadn't been paying attention much to his surroundings; he was more concentrated on telling his story.
"DO you want to get out of here," he asked her, looking over to her bedroom door. She looked up at him, and then looked around her room. She stood from her spot, moving to her bed and stuffing her pillows under her blanket. She walked over to her closet, pulling out her backpack, a large coat and some extra clothes. Lucas looked away, not wanting to invade some sort of privacy. He looked out to the trees, thinking about Mike, if he was still out there with El, and if Will was okay.
His felt a tap on his shoulder, looking up to see Max looming over the window. He jumped down from the wood hut; she turned around turning off her light before climbing out of her window and jumping from the hut. He considered his options on where they could go. He thought of the Byers, if they ever made it home, and if the lab men were still out in full force.
"Do you mind my place?" he asked, jumping onto his bike. Max shrugged her shoulders, hopping on the back.
"Any where's better than here," She put her arms around his waist as he began to peddle. He laughed in his head for the fact that just a year ago if would blow his mind that Mike was keeping a girl in his basement. Now he peddled fast down the road, his face becoming numb to the cold, as he brought a girl home in the dead of night.
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Hopper slumped on the couch. He felt like he hadn't slept in two days, his neck was tense, and there was a slight ringing in his ears that made him think that maybe El's screams were louder than he thought. Hopper and Steve sat in the living room, all the light were off, and they were trying to lay low for the night. Hopper thought maybe the phone would ring again, but it had been hours since, and the feeling of disappointment was starting to wash over him.
He had let El leave. He threw he into the back of a car with the Wheeler kid and said don't do anything stupid. He mentally wanted to smack himself, because for a while now he has meant to say something else to her, but could never get the nerve to say it. He only had her for a daughter for a few days and he had already did the biggest screw up a dad could do; he left her.
"Do you think the Wheelers made it okay?" Steve asked from the other side of the room. He held his bat in his hands, lazily swinging it back and forth with his back against the wall.
"I hope so," Hopper said quietly. "I'm more worried about what El might do with the Wheelers. Karen doesn't really have a handle on keeping those kids in check." He thought about Mike's big mouth. How the kid couldn't keep one emotion from going astray; how Nancy was constantly sneaking out at night to see Jonathan.
"She tries," Steve says. "From what I've seen she really wants to try." The room fell to silence again as they sat in the darkness. Hopper let his gun slip to the floor, glancing up at the ceiling and thinking about Joyce. He left her there with Will, with no indication on what to do. He let his hand scrub his face; he was mad at himself. He was getting to old for this, a life of running around and fighting actual monsters.
"Maybe we do need El here," Hopper said lightly. "I mean, did you get a good look at that thing? It was almost like the water was breathing."
"Is that what they gate looked like before," Steve asked. He could hear the kid let the bat fall. He though back to two months ago; a life time ago. The gate had been big, pulsating. It beat like a heart.
"Yeah," Hopper said, "I guess it did kind of look like that." Steve let out a quiet curse; the floor on the porch let out a creek. Hopper sat up strait, grabbing his gun from the floor and looking over to Steve: his bat ready in his hands. Hopper stood in silence, slowly walking to the front door as small footsteps continued on the other side of the door. Hopper undid the chain lock slowly, Steve coming up behind him as he got his gun ready; pointed at the door. He slowly cracked it open, letting his gun look out first before he checked out of the small crack of the door.
Dustin stood with his hands up; his hat was low on his face, the speaker of his walkie around his neck. Hopper let out a frustrated sigh as he widened the door, Steve letting out a breath of air as he let his bat fall.
"Why are you here?" Hopper said, grabbing Dustin's shirt and dragging him inside. "Isn't your mother parenting you at all?"
"She fell asleep on her chair," He said shrugging his shoulders. He looked behind Hopper at Steve. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Steve said back, coming closer to drag Dustin to the couch. "Don't you know how late it is? I can't cover for you every time you sneak out of your house. Your mom is going to think I'm some creep or something."
"I'll just tell her I went to Mikes or something," Dustin said looking up at him. Hopper cleared his throat, pushing the boy onto the couch before closing the door and locking it back up. "Where is Mike," Dustin said looking around the dark room.
"A lot has happened," Hopper said. He looked at the walkie talkie set up that Dustin had going on. A cord reached to his hip where his walkie was set, a microphone around his neck. "Does Mike have one of those?" Hopper asked, picking at his microphone.
"Well yeah," Dustin said taking the microphone from Hopper. "But they're not really pocket sized, I don't think he would have it on him unless he had his backpack."
"How far do they reach?" Hopper asked.
"Not as far as you think. I know Will can barely reach Mikes house from here, but Lucas can defiantly get a signal from him."
"Huh," Hopper said. Steve walked over to his spot on the wall, dragging his back against it until he sat on the floor. Dustin looked around the dark house; items littered the floor from the night before. "What happened to Lucas?" Hopper walked around the room slowly, he looked out the windows; checking for anything weird.
"I don't know," Dustin said leaning back on the sofa, his bag on his back deflating. "He went home, and then after dinner I tried to call over this," Dustin pointed at his radio placed on his waste, "but he never answered." There was a pause in the room. "Where's El?" he asked looking over to Hopper. Hopper made a fist with his hands, looking over to Dustin in annoyance.
"As I said," Hopper said in a low voice. "It's a long story."
"We might be here a while," Dustin said back taking off his bag and placing it on the floor next to him. Hopper rubbed his temples, looking over to Steve who was trying not to fall asleep.
"Isn't it past your bed time or something?" Hopper said. "Aren't you tired?"
"Every time I close my eyes I see blood," Dustin said looking down at his hands. "Last night was crazy."
"Yes well," Hopper let out a. awkward cough moving to sit down next to him. "It's been a crazy day."
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El sat cross legged in her seat as they flew down the high way. The sun had gone down forever ago, and she felt like they should be almost home. She looked over to Mike who slept with his head against the door, Nancy doing the same in the passenger seat. El looked out her window, picking at her nails as they drove in silence. The sound on the wind hitting the car was making her sleepy, but she refused to close her eye until she saw Hopper and home.
She only let her eye fall for a second, focusing on the whoosh of the wind outside her window. She felt the rhythm of the wheels, as they hit small pot holes. She focused on her breathing, taking in slow breaths and letting the beating of her heart take control of her entire body. She realized then what she was trying to do, knowing that Hopper had told her many times that she shouldn't go into the void, but she wanted to know what was happening back home, and she wanted to make sure they were okay.
"It's been a long day," She heard Hoppers voice in her right ear. She turned her head to the noise, only to see darkness because she wasn't in the void. "Right now we just wait," Hopper said in her left ear. She kept her eyes closed; still trying to force her into the void, but it wasn't working. "Will took us all the way to the quarry." Hoppers voice was dying out. El let out a frustrated breath as she felt something warm slip onto the top of her lip. She opened her eyes, rubbing the back of her black jacket onto her upper lip to get rid of the blood.
Whatever Brenner had shot into her was still working. It was hard and straining to do even simple things and worst of all it was getting harder and harder not to freak out. She always had her ability of force when she was in danger, but now they were driving back into the town that held all the bad elements, and it was hard for her to even lift keys.
"I see you," El jumped in her seat, the voice playing deep in her ear. She looked around the cabin of the car, glancing over to Mike who was still fast asleep. Mrs. Wheeler looked at her through the rear view mirror lifting her eye brows.
"Are you okay?" She asked in concern, looking to her and then back to the road.
"Yeah," El lied softly, looking back out of her window. She watched as trees past, and a few puddles splashed up from the melted snow.
"Lier," she heard in her ear again. She put her hand to her ear in confusion. The voice sounded familiar, she knew she had heard it before. She glanced back to Mike, not knowing if she should say something or not.
"Can we stop at the cabin?" El asked lightly looking at Mrs. Wheeler.
"I don't know," Mrs. Wheeler said back, looking over to a sleeping Nancy. "Are there going to be people there?" EL thought about the question.
"Yes," EL said with confidence. She looked back out the window, the Hawkins sign coming into view. "It's close to here." She watched as Mrs. Wheeler nodded her head slowly, not quite sure if she should believe her or not.
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Mike woke up to the car stopping, confused on where he was and what was happening. He realized he was in Mrs. Byer's car, the memory of the day coming back. He looked to the seat next to him, it was empty. He sat up straight and fast, realizing hr was in front his house, his mother gently pushing Nancy to wake her up.
"Where's El?" Mike said loudly, making both his mother and sister jump in their seats. He looked out the windows to see if she had gotten out, seeing nothing but darkness.
"I dropped her off at the cabin," His mom said. "She said someone should be there." Nancy let out a frustrated sigh as Mike angrily opened his car door. He stepped out of the car, looking down the dark street, scanning the road for any white vans. He felt his heart race as he played Hoppers words back in his head. The chief was going to kill him. Why would El leave? They promised to do this together.
"Let's just get inside," His mom said slamming her car door. Mike looked up to his mom with a mean glare. He followed behind his mother as they walked up to the small doorway porch. He stole a glance at Nancy who looked around their street; scanning just like he had done. "I'm surprised the house hasn't burnt down," His mom said. Mike rolled his eyes, feeling the warmth of the heater as his mom unlocked the front door and opened it up. He could hear his dad snoring in the living room, the television playing Loony Toon's on blast. "What a great babysitting," His mother sighed as they walked further into the house.
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El stood in front of the front door of the cabin, listening to multiple footsteps walk back and forth from the inside. She tried focusing on the locks, confused on why it was taking her so long to get a hold of her ability. She had never lived her life without being able to tap into doing whatever she wanted with her mind. She sighed as her closed her fist, lifting it up to the door, hovering as she thought about knocking. She never had to knock on a door, and she had never been the one to give the secret knock. She tapped twice, then three times, letting the last knock come softly as she heard the cabin go quiet.
There was a few seconds of nothing. She looked behind her at the darkness of the forest, feeling eyes on her from the trees. Her breath came out slowly as a fog from her mouth; a few sticks in the distance broke. She searched harder, her eyes squinting at the direction of the noise to her left. The sound of the locks made her turn back around quickly, Jonathan standing on the other side of the door hold an old long brown gun. He let out a heavy sigh.
"El," He said softly before placing the gun against the wall and dragging her into the cabin. She looked around the warm room, the kitchen crowded. She played with the confusion on her face as Kali's crew grinned back at her, kali walking out of the circle of her friends to give El a tight hug.
"I was so worried about you," El stood awkwardly as Kali held her. She wasn't sure if she was mad at Kali or not. She was the reason all this was happening; why the bad men came back to Hawkins.
"What are you doing here?" El asked quietly.
"We came her early to get Tory, as we were leaving we found you with Brenner, so we tried to get you out.
"You hit our van?" El questioned her but already knew the answer was yes. She pulled away from kali, looking around the rest of the cabin. Her eyes landed on Joyce, her tired eyes looking at her from Hopper's bed; Will lying motionless, his shirt drenched in sweat.
I see you; El looked down thinking of the words that played in her head earlier. She looked back up at Will, walking closer slowly as she tried to take in every detail. His face was pale, his eyes blacked out, his body slightly shaking with each step that she took.
"Where's Hopper?" she asked walking closer to Joyce around the couch.
"He left with Steve a little while ago," Joyce said. "He went to go see what happened at the quarry, maybe take a look around town to see if it's being watched." El thought about the quarry, about the ground rumbling, and the cold water that took over her flesh and lungs. She thought about the black liquid shot into her blood stream as she screamed in a state of panic.
She knelt down next to Will grabbing the hand that Joyce was holding. It got him; she had tried, but it got him.
"He hasn't woken up," Joyce whispered. "He hasn't woken and I don't know what to do." She looked up at Joyce then back over the boy. "Do you think you could talk to him somehow?" El took Joyce's hand out of Will, grasping his hand tightly in between both of her small hands. She looked around the room, everyone watching her as she looked up at the lights shining bright. She stood from her spot, letting Will go as she walked to the light switch, turning the overhead light off, walking into her room to get her bandana.
Her bed was occupied, Tory's breaths coming out more easily than they were that morning. She grabbed her bandana from her bed side table, closing the door quietly as not to wake her. She took the T.V., rolling it over to Wills bed. She turned it on, turning the station manually until she found the static. She turned the volume up, kneeling back to Will, placing the bandana on her forehead before grabbing his hand in her again.
"I can try," EL said. She looked around the room, Kali and her crew growing closer into the room, Jonathan came to stand over Joyce. "Everyone needs to be quiet." She took one more glance at Will before dropping the bandana over her eyes, taking in deep breaths as she squeezed his hand in hers.
The sound of the Television was slowly getting louder as she tried to concentrate. She could hear her own heart beat as she felt a twitch in Will's hand, causing her flinch slightly. She didn't know how much time had passes, and she tried not to think about it as she tried harder to step into a void to find Will in.
"I see you," she heard the voice say in her right ear. She turned her head to the right, trying to find the voice in the dark. "Do you see me?" She heard it say. She felt Wills hand grip hers, she turned her head back to him as if to look at him. A chill ran through her body, a darkness, just sitting over her should. She felt like something was watching, like the darkness was standing over her.
"Will?" Joyce's voice whispered. She could feel the woman shift on the bed. El slowly lifted the bandana from her eyes. Her eyes landed on Will, his gaze staring at her as he lay still in bed. "Will?" Joyce said leaning over him. El and Will stared at one another; she could feel electricity that felt almost chaotic.
"What are you doing?" he asked her in a raspy voice. El looked up at Joyce not quite sure what to say. "What are you doing?" He said a little bit louder. El jumped slightly trying to take her hand from his, his grip tightened on her.
"Will," she said lowly. She could feel it, a cold rush of air that turned into a gust. It was an energy that sent her backwards, the air getting knocked out of her chest as landed on the her back. She saw Joyce land into corner on top of Jonathan. Will stood up quickly looking down at her.
"I see you," he said deeply, his voice slightly changed. "And I don't want to see you anymore." Wills body landed on top of hers, his hands coming around her neck. She couldn't breathe, and it was as if the sound of her blood was the loudest thing in her ears. She watched as kali got closer, Joyce stood quickly. They both rushed to Will, but he screamed slightly. She watched out of her darkening vision as they flew backwards, landing against the wall; his grip tightening around her neck. She opened her mouth, trying to bring in air, she couldn't move her arms, she couldn't think. The edges of her vision becoming darker, dots of black playing in the little light she could see. Then as if only a millisecond went by, she was gasping in air as she felt Will get off her body; his hands off of her neck.
"We need something to tie him down," she heard Jonathan's voice say. She coughed, the pain causing a cry to form in her eyes. The light was coming back to her vision, the sound of Will's screams piercing her ears.
"It hurts," She could hear him scream as she realized that she lay on her side, coughing so hard she almost started to vomit. She felt a hand rub her back as she heard everyone's footsteps shuffle around the cabin. There was a loud thud, and Will's screams died down to deep breaths.
"That should hold him a little while." El slowly turned from her side as the coughs died down, she put her hand to her throat, and hand grabbing her wrist.
"Don't touch," she heard Kali say as she sat over her. Kali helped her sit up slowly; Will lie back on the bed, his arms restrained to each corner. The cable to the T.v. holding his right wrist to the bed frame. Tory lay on the floor next to her, out cold. "She made him think his arm was broken." Kali said looking over to Tory's body. "We need to get her back to the bed." Axel came around the couch helping Kali lift Tory from the floor, disappearing into her bedroom.
"Let me take a look," Joyce said sitting down in front of her. She extended her hand to El's throat. She winced as Joyce touched the middle of her throat. She tried to talk but nothing came out. "He might have broken it," she said look her in the eyes. "You're larynx, it helps you talk; among other things." El let her right hand go to her throat regretting the decision quickly. "We need to get ahold of Hopper," Joyce said to Jonathan. Johnathan still stood in the corning, his eyes widened. El swallowed slowly, grinding her teeth in pain as Will let out a small grunt as he tried to pull his arms from the wires and cables that tied him down.
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Hopper laid on the floor of the Byers living room. He fell asleep for at least an hour before Dustin's snores woke him up. He looked over to Steve who had fallen asleep sitting against the wall, his bat loosely in his grips. He laid, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the beating water on the quarry. He imagined the monsters swimming to the top, and the skies turning red as their town was taken over. He let his imagination get to him, playing the possibility of failing this time in his head. The soft sound of a beep made him loose track on his day dream. He looked over to Dustin, his radio still on and his mic resting on his belly. A few more beeps came, sounding familiar to his ears.
He grabbed the head set from Dustin, startling the boy awake as Hopper put the head phone to his ear. Morris code, he looked around the room for paper; quickly dragging Dustin from his spot on the couch and into the kitchen. Finding a small sticky not on the counter, a pen lying next to it.
"What's going on?" Dustin asked as Hopper shushed him, writing down lines and dots onto the paper. "Help," Dustin said reading to code before Hopper did. "Help where?" Hopper let the head phone fall onto the counter, looking around the kitchen to think.
"The only place people are right now is the cabin." He quickly walked back into the living room, giving Steve a little nudge with his foot and he grabbed his belt from the couch arm. "Rise and shine," Hopper said. He looked to the clock sitting on the wall. It was only eleven thirty but it felt so much later than that. "We gotta go, grab your keys and get ready. I don't know what we're facing."
"What?" Dustin said coming back into the room. "What do you mean you don't know what we're facing?" Dustin immediately put his head set back on, fiddling with the channels on his waist. "Come in!" he screamed into the microphone.
"What are you doing?" Hopper said taking the head set off his head. "Are you stupid, there are people listening?" Dustin glared at him, taking the head set from Hoppers hand.
"We need back up," Dustin said.
"I don't count kids as back up," Hopper said back. "I count them as being in the way."
"What is it," they heard softly from Dustin head phone. Lucas's voice sounded tired. "Hello?" Dustin and Hopper glared as one another.
"We need back up," Dustin yelled into his microphone. He moved away from Hopper as Hopper let out a breath of fire. "Meet us at the place they keep her, if you know what I mean." Hopper let out and angry grunt as he picked up his large gun from the floor. He watched as Dustin walked down the hall way away from them, talking softly into his microphone. He hated kids.
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Mike stood in his basement, his backpack half open as he listened to his parents argue up in the living room. He placed a canister of water in his bag, some extra cloths, some medical supplies he found in his parents bath room, a flash light and last but not least his radio.
"What do you mean you don't trust the government," he heard his father yell as the door to the basement opened. He looked up the stairs to see his sister coming down with her own bag.
"We have at least an hour before mom starts thinking about us again." She said as she placed her backpack next to his. "I took the keys," she said showing Mike the car keys.
"But you don't know how to drive," Mike said.
"That's not true," Nancy said defensively. "I don't have a license, but that's because mom won't let me get one." Mike rolled his eyes at her, zipping the bag up and putting it on her back. "Is this a good idea, I mean Hopper said they would be at the Byers. Shouldn't we go there first?" Mike shook his head.
"Mom said she dropped El off at the cabin. That's where we're going."
"Okay," Nancy said picking her bag up and placing it over one shoulder. "Let's go before mom figures out where we went." They slipped out of the basement door, locking it behind them before quietly starting the car and leaving their house. Watching as it sank into the distance, their quiet neighborhood sleeping in the night.
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El stood in the bath room, listening to Will yell from his place on Hoppers bed. She looked at the dark bruises as they started to form around her throat, she tried again to talk but nothing came out. A chill ran down her spin as she looked behind her, no one watching. She slowly turned around to close the door, turning on the warm water from the sink to drown Will's voice out. She watched as the water fell down the drain. She looked at herself in the mirror, the cut above her eye brow, the gash on her chest. She could see the tiredness in her eye as she started to feel tears run from them.
I don't want to see you anymore, what did that mean? She thought about when she closed the gate, how the mind flayer seeped through, almost touching her. She could feel it then; the hate and fear that it gave off. It didn't want her there; it didn't want her to close it off from their world. Maybe that's why he did it; it wanted him to kill her because without her, there would be no closing of the gate.
She heard loud knocks on the door, making her jump as she looked behind her. She could hear someone at the front door fiddling with the locks; Will's screams getting louder as the door opened. She turned the sink off, looking at the closed bathroom door not knowing if she should open it.
"What happened," She heard Hoppers voice say. His steps stomped through the cabin quickly. El could feel herself break down; she could feel a relief but panic build back up inside of her. The cabin door closed, and she took a seat on the bath tub, not quite ready to see him.
"What do you mean E?," She heard his voice boom. She jumped a little, closing her eyes in hopes that it would make her invisible. She could hear his loud footsteps as he busted through the bathroom door. She refused to open her eyes because that would mean she would see him, and he would see her. She wasn't ready to break down.
His hands on her shoulders did it. The comfort on his energy made her fall apart as she looked up at him. He brought her into a hug, squeezing her tight as she grasped for air through her cries.
"What are you doing here," he whispered to her. "You shouldn't be here." She gulped down air, letting him go to look at him. She opened her mouth to talk, forgetting that she couldn't. She put her hand to her throat wincing at her touch. He rubbed her back as she looked through the open door, Dustin standing with his eyes wide. He slowly walked into the bath room, taking a seat on the tub next to her. She began to cry again, letting her chin fall to her chest, her hands to her face.
"Let me go!" Will screamed. El put her hand to her mouth as she tried not to whimper, no sound coming out. Will let out a loud laugh.
"Will," Joyce's voice said. "Will, look at me."
"I'm going to kill you," Will said lightly. "I'm going to kill you!" He screamed.
"Shit," Dustin said next to her. Hopper stood from his spot in front of her, walking out of the bathroom looking over to Will. El looked out the door way; Watching Kali's crew stand in the kitchen, their eye expressing the same fear that everyone else felt. El let a gulp run down her throat painfully. "I called Lucas," Dustin said to her. "He should be coming by, along with Max." El looked at him; thinking about how many people they could fit into such a small cabin. She could feel a sweat building up under her arms. She could hear her heart in her ears; she could feel her pulse in her fingers. "I don't know where Mike is, I don't know if Lucas was able to get ahold of him." Dustin continues to talk. Will screamed, Dustin said more things, Hopper walked around the cabin loudly, and El's ears rang as her heart beat began to pulse out of her chest.
"Shut up," She yelled to the cabin. Her throat gave a sharp pain as she put her hands to her neck. Dustin jumped; everyone out side of the bathroom stopped. She brought in a few breaths, trying to think, to focus. She thought about how much she wanted to grab a cup of water and drink it. She thought about the triple decker waffle extravaganza she had been craving for days. She felt a dark chill come around her. She looked through the bathroom door, everyone staring at her, Steve holding his nail bat, Hopper taking two plug in heaters, Kali taking a slow step towards her. It was as if she saw red with Kali, this was all her fault. She was the reason why everything came back, she did this.
El stepped out of the bathroom glaring at Kali throwing her to the back wall of the kitchen with her mind. The girls smacked the wall, staying in place a few inches above the floor. Kali struggled to get free, her arms restrained by an invisible source as El took a few steps towards her.
"El," Hoppers voice warned, but she ignored it. She could feel it. She could feel the dark anger building in her as Will let out another loud laugh.
"You did this," El said through her hurt throat. "You brought all of this here. You only think about yourself." She could feel a dark chill run up her spine; her energy building up as she pressed it hard to Kali. The wood of the wall slightly creaking.
"Jane," she gasped. "Don't do this." Her mind said stop, but she continued; stepping closer to the girl as she felt her eyes darkening, her mind turning black. There was banging behind her, Will screaming, people yelling her name as she got in front of Kali. She grabbed her left arm, lifting the sleeve of her black glove to look at the number stamped onto her skin. She thought back to the eleven that gave her the identity she would always hate.
She wanted to hurt something; she wanted to end it all. She looked to the knife holder by the sink, and then back down at the girls wrist; lifting her own. She wanted it all to stop. Just grab it, she could hear in her head. Do it, do it! She let kali fall from the wall, pushing Axel and Mick out of the way as she moved to the knifes. Grabbing the biggest one she could find, looking at her reflection in the blade.
"El," a familiar voice yelled through the group of people. She felt cold, and lost. What was she doing again? Why did she feel dark? She's mad, but she can't remember why. She was tired, and as she looked at the knife she felt like that could be it, that could help.
She felt someone nudge her from behind, and hand coming into view; knocking the knife from her hand. It clanged to the floor, and Will let out a little giggle from the bed. She couldn't get out of her gaze, her eyes on her empty hands.
"I see you," Will sang through the crowd of people.
"El," Hopper voice played in her ear. He grabbed her shoulders turning her to have her face him. She looked around her, feeling the chill leave her, warmth coming back to her skin. "Look at me El," El looked up at him; his eyes wide with concern.
"El," Mike's voice played through the group of people. He stood by the open front door with Lucas, Max, and Nancy. El looked back up at Hopper in confusion, trying to open her mouth to say something but nothing could get out. She looked over to Will, who still fought against his restraints. How did he do that to her? Hopper looked over to the boy and then back at her.
"We need to get you out of here," He said dragging her to the front door. He let her go, throwing her to Mike who gripped her arm. She let out a breath as he placed his arm around her dragging her to the front door. "We'll play this like last time," Hopper said behind her. "You take that radio and tell me when it's out of him." Mike dragged her past the threshold of the cabin out onto the porch. The cold air made everything better. He heart wasn't beating as fast, her mind felt a little clearer.
"What happened to you neck," Mike said, slightly holding the base of her neck. She let out a slight gasp at his gestor, his hands moving away from her. "What did we talk about," he said to her with anger in his voice. "You promised, where ever you go I go." She looked away from him, looking out to the trees. A few twigs in the trees breaking just to her right. Mike followed her gaze to the noise. Both of them looked through the tree searching. But couldn't see anything; it was too dark. She could hear Lucas, Max, and Dustin coming up behind her. All five of them looking into the forest as they heard footsteps coming in all directions; men with guns appearing through the dense trees.
"Shit!" Dustin yelled, as the bad men surrounded them.