Here's chapter 3 everyone.

Hope your day is going well!

This was actually going to be a part of a much larger chapter, but I'm going to be busy for the next couple of days

I wanted to leave everyone with something before burying myself in school work X(

Rest assured I will still be posting regularly, hopefully much larger chapters. The next one is halfway finished as it is.

Let me know if you find any major mistakes or need some clarification, this chapter was written rather quickly.

Enjoy!

48 HOURS AGO

Two men were walking down a hallway. The building was cold and dark. Dimly lit lights that had an atmosphere of insanity. This was not a friendly place. The men were wearing suits, walking in tandem down the corridor to a set of double doors. A guard was waiting patiently until either his relief came, or something exciting happened. His fingers reached for a badge hanging from his side, and he swiped the card gently along the ridge of the badge reader next to him. No words were spoken, or gestures made towards one another as the two men carried on throughout the building.

The next corridor was better lit, but not by much. Honestly it looked more like a hospital than anything. Once the two men reached the end of this hallway, they were greeted by two security guards wearing the same uniform as the one before. They beckoned for the two men to follow. A smaller branching corridor to the left. Their destination in sight, a large metal door with the numbers 233 on it. One of the guards opened the door and the two men in suits walked forward.

The room was small, and there was a lot of medical equipment surrounding the outer edge. A bed in the center was the focus for the room, and as the two men walked forward the nurse tending to the hurt and beaten man on the bed walked away, knowing that it wasn't her place to interfere in business matters. The had several reading lines connected to him, and several more advanced pick lines attached to make ease of medicine administration.

"Sir, the committee wants to take action. Unless you start testing again soon, there will be consequences." One suited man sternly said.

The broken man lying in the bed tried to move. He had bandages over his arms and legs, and some across his face. A large lamp in the middle of the room illuminated his bed, revealing one of his key features, white hair.

"Tell Jamison-" The man began before coughing violently. "My apologies, it will be a while before I can fully heal." The suited men nodded their heads in understanding as the man began once more. "Tell Jamison, to begin phase one of the seeker initiative." He barely uttered, his words hoarse and dry.

The men looked at each other with concern. Then back down at the man. "Are we sure that initiative is ready to proceed?" One man questioned.

"It doesn't matter," began the patient lying on the bed, "We'll be shut down anyways if we don't do something, and we don't have time to find another subject. 011 must be found if we're to move forward." He coughed once more before situating himself into a more stable and comfortable position.

"Sir there has to be another-" The man was cut off abruptly by the man on the table.

"I said activate the initiative NOW!" He yelled. Suddenly monitors on the machines around him started to flare up and warning beeps starting going off.

"I'm sorry but I need you two to leave," began the nurse, she was getting some medicine ready at the small metal table next to the bed, "his heart rate is running high and he needs to relax." She finished.

The two men, seemingly paired together glanced at each other with sour looks on their faces, looks of fear, then they stepped away and started heading for the door.

"As you wish Dr. Brenner." They said, walking out of the door, the nurse hurrying to complete her tasks.

As the men walked out of the room, several other nurses rushed in to help. The two men knew that the next few days would not be easy, and that this new, extreme, measure the Dr. was taking would surely end in disaster. This, however, was not their job, and they were in no place to question the man. Through the dark corridors of Hawkins Power and Light they walked until they reached a room with the name Jamison on the door. It was time to get to work.

PRESENT

"Michael! Michael?! Do you copy!?" a static voice came through the Super-Com lying on the table in front of Michael. It was Dustin, and he gazed upwards from the comfort of the blanket fort and eyed the device. He had a comic book in his hand, and a sketch book laying down next to him, a dull pencil was sitting next to the sketch book, recently used. Michael was never one to draw, that was more of Will's thing, but he tried to draw Elevens face as best he could, he needed to have something of her. He never even thought to take a picture of them when she was here. He didn't want to forget.

Michael dropped the comic book and walked over to the table. He was worried his friends would make fun of him for staying home, which wasn't like Mike, and that they would know it was due to Eleven. Mike thought of not answering at all, but he went against his better judgement and picked up the Super-Com anyways. "I copy, this is Mike. Over." He replied.

"Michael, are you okay? Over." Dustin asked in return, he wanted to make sure Michael was okay, he had big news of course.

"Yeah, I'm, I'm okay… just not feeling too good that's all. Over." Which, once again, wasn't a lie.

"Can we come over? We have something seriously cool to show you, and I think you're going to like it. Over."

"It better not be another one of those frogs, you know how my mom acted last time she found out you brought one of those in the house. Over." Michael positioned the walkie as he walked back over to the fort.

On the other end, Dustin was pedaling on his bike, heading towards the Wheeler house. Luckily the winter storm didn't last long the night before, and they could pedal their way to school. Behind him were all his friends. Sean was with them too, he had his own bike. It was like he was born to be their friend. Dustin didn't care what Michael thought about them coming over, he was going to no matter what he said. They were always going to be there for each other, and they needed to fix Mike. If he knew Eleven was out there still, maybe he could come back to his normal self.

"No," Dustin laughed over the walkie, "nothing like that, you're going to freak out though, It's mental. Over."

"Okay… I'll be ready soon, come through the basement door. Over." Michael sighed.

"All right! We'll be there shortly. Over and out!" Dustin finished, smiling.

Michael could never know how much his friends truly cared about him. He was their voice of reason and understanding, their leader, their Dungeon Master. They would do anything for him, just like they knew Mike would do anything for them. Dustin especially knew this, because he never had a friend walk over a cliff just to save him from losing his baby teeth to a knife. When Dustin looked back, he could see his other friends smiling.

A feeling in the pit of Mike's stomach started to rise. I wonder what's so important? Could it be about?... No, there's no way, she's gone Mike, you've got to get over it. Mike commanded himself, tucking away the feelings of hope before walking upstairs to get ready.

Karen was home now, finished with her errands and getting ready to cook dinner.

"Hey honey, how are you?" She asked while washing the dishes in the sink.

"I'm okay, I think everyone's coming over, we might head out for a bit, is that all right?" He asked, unsure of why he asked, his mom usually let them bike around wherever.

Karen flashed a big smile. "Of course Mike! You should get out and have some fun, you've been crammed up in the house for the last couple of days, go, have a good time!" She encouraged, as Mike came over and hugged her.

Michael hurried to his room and threw on some quick clothes, then a jacket, lastly his green winter coat. He grabbed his backpack, just in case they needed something to carry whatever it was they found on their next adventure. Knowing them they would find a neat rock, or something unexplainable that needed hauling back home. He wasn't even sure if they'd even be leaving his house, but he wanted to be prepared. Mike's feet carried him as he went back downstairs into the basement. His heart dropped when he noticed the sketch book, and quickly he removed it from sight as to not be made fun of by his friends.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Heard Michael. He took a deep breath and walked over to the door, turning the knob slowly to reveal a face with a pleasant smile. It was Will.

"Hey Will, hey guys." Michael greeted as he looked over Will to see his friends. Behind them was someone he didn't recognize though. Is this why they wanted to come over? He thought to himself.

"Well don't be a stranger let us in!" Lucas said, as Michael swung the door open more, allowing them entry.

Their little bodies moved into the room and Sean gave a quick smile to Mike before introducing himself.
"Hi, my names Sean," He started, his hand reaching out for a hand shake, "I'm new to school so your friends wanted to me to hang out." He finished.

"Oh, okay," Mike started to speak, shocked that his friends would invite someone over to his house only less than a day after meeting him, "I'm Mike." He introduced, shaking Sean's hand for a moment.

Sean looked down at the game board for Dungeons and Dragons a curious look on his face.

"Do you play?" Mike asked.

"No." Sean replied with a hint of embarrassment, he wondered if it was common to play whatever it was Mike was referring to.

"That's okay, we can teach you. I come up with an adventure, and we sort of, you know, act and play it out on the board. It's really fun." Michael finished.

Sean's eyes lit up. "Really!? That sounds so cool… I've never had any friends before." He said, then he looked down, his face a little depressed.

Mike was confused. He wasn't exactly sure who Sean was, or why his friends brought him over, but he trusted their judgment. If he was a friend of theirs, he was a friend of Mikes. Then he turned to Lucas, who was standing next to everyone else.

"What's up guys? You sounded pretty excited over the Super-Com, was it just about meeting Sean?" Michael questioned.

"Well, yes, and no," Dustin started, he looked over at his friends who were grinning back at him, then they looked back at Mike.

"What then?" Mike asked curiously, his face and stomach starting to churn. Worried that they would make fun of him somehow for being so mopey. His fingers started to nervously move at his side.

Suddenly the light in the basement started flickering out of control, but only for a moment, Mike flinched and looked over at it, when he turned, he saw Sean. He was curious about the light too, but in the air, floating a few feet above the table, was their game board. Michael's eyes opened so wide, you'd think they'd pop out.

"But, what? What are?" Michael tried to utter some sort of sentence, but couldn't mouth anything, his knees started to weaken, and he fell backwards, scooting over to his friends. He was terrified, but also strangely confused.

"I knew he'd do that." Lucas laughed, pointing at Mike.

"That's why we came over." Dustin added, a huge grin on his face.

"But how? What is he? Is he like?" Michael tried to complete the sentence, but couldn't

"Yes Mike, he's EXACTLY, like Eleven." Dustin finished for him.

Sean eyed the lights as he continued levitating the helpless game board. Then he dropped it, moving towards the bulb. He raised a hand to it, almost touching it. Pondering why it had suddenly started going off.

"Do your lights always do this?" Sean asked, turning towards the young boy who lived at the house.

"No." Mike said. Still trying to understand and hold himself down to Earth. He felt like his whole world was shaking. Then he reached out to Will, who pulled him back on his feet.

"Weren't you causing them to do that?" Lucas pointed out, pointing at Sean.

Then Sean dropped his hand and turned to look at his new friends.

"It wasn't me, and there's someone here. Someone… like me. I can feel it." He said, closing his eyes, as if concentrating on the presence around them.

The lights started flickering again, wildly, before stopping. Sean opened his eyes again.

"What does he mean?" Michael asked his friends desperately. His vision started to get blurry and water began to form in his eyes.

His friends eyed him seriously, blank and expressionless.

"I think Eleven is still alive Mike," Lucas started, "I think she's really alive."

Michael started to breathe heavy, his chest moving forward and backward. He felt his heart hurting. Thoughts started to race within his head. How? Is she okay? She's been out there so long. Where is she!? So many emotions started rising, anger, happiness, frustration, fear, mostly fear. He was mostly afraid that El was hurt.

"I know how to find her now." Sean suddenly said, breaking up Mike's stupor.

"Where is she?! Where's Eleven!?" Michael demanded, tears coming down his face now.

"I can sense Eleven here, and it seems her presence is attached to you." Sean motioned a hand towards Michael to embellish his statement. "Somehow, she can sense you, and doesn't leave. The feeling is strong here in this room."

"Is she here? Can we find her?" Michael replied, still shaky.

"She isn't here, or in the, what did you call it? Upside down?" Sean said. "However, I have an idea. I think I can bring her back." He suggested.

"But why hasn't she reached out, or tried to communicate?" Lucas wondered,

"Maybe it's because she can't dummy," Dustin began, "It's not like she's on our plane of reality or anything."

Sean interrupted them. "Actually, she has and is trying, right here in this room. Through-"

"Through the lights." Michael said, interjecting, realizing.

"Yes, a small way of crying out that she's here." Sean added.

"Well come on then let's go! What do we have to do?!" Dustin asked.

Oh El, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I didn't know you were here. I just want you to come home! Michael thought, burying himself in grief and sadness, yet so much hope. We're coming El, just hold on!

Sean looked at them and starting thinking, he closed his eyes for a moment then opened them up once more.

"We need a BIG pool of water. That's all I think I need." Sean said.

The boys thought for a moment, then Will snapped his fingers.

"The quarry!?" They all said in realization.

"Come on there's no time to waste. She's been gone too long!" Dustin said as he beckoned them to follow. Elated with joy they starting to head outside. Michael shallowly followed them, still lost in a daze. He couldn't gather his thoughts, and he couldn't think straight. He had to leave this up to them. Scared, but hopeful.

Will put a hand on Mike's shoulder before leaving. He tried to bring his friend out of his thoughts. "I never met her, but I can't wait to. Let's go get her Mike, let's bring her home."

Then they all walked outside into the cold to grab their bikes, but as they went to leave, the light started flickering again. Michael was the last to leave the room, and thought he saw something, when he turned around it stopped. With a grim expression, he thought once more. I'm coming El, before heading down the road.

Uh Oh! Brenner is on the loose again

Also, what's this "Seeker Initiative he mentioned?"

Will Sean be enough to bring Eleven back?

Hopefully everyone enjoyed this chapter, I wish I could have combined it with the other stuff I have

I just know I'll be pretty busy soon and won't have too much time.

Leave a review of what you think! And have a fantastic day!

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