Chapter Two.
Walking through the concentration camp using the mental map of the woman she had just killed - just knowing the history of what a concentration camp was was more than enough for Eleven to feel completely sick - Eleven had only two things on her mind.
Escape.
Helping everyone else escape while she could.
Eleven could hear the sounds of screaming and the roars and shrieks of the Demogorgons as they tore apart the guards and doctors, and she also used her powers to break down doors and free the Larkhill prisoners. Seeing the state of the prisoners made Eleven sick; they had clearly been starved and beaten, experimented upon as she had. Memories of Hawkins's lab haunted her as she stared at the victim, but she shattered the walls with her powers and told them to escape, while she saved the others. Many of them praised her for what she did, while others stared at her in amazement and varying levels of terror, but Eleven was not bothered.
"N-No, Stop!" Eleven stopped in her tracks when she heard the panicked voice, and then she heard the sound of fists striking flesh. Eleven, guessing that one of the inmates had just gotten revenge on the guards, walked in their direction; just because they'd managed to get free from the guards and their cell, they would be vulnerable against the Demogorgons. She could hear more cries of pain, dying down until they became nothing more than whimpers of pain.
Eleven turned a corner and found a man hunched over a uniformed figure, punching him into unconsciousness. Or death. It was hard to tell which from here. "Stop," she said, her voice making him stop. "It's pointless to keep hitting him. The Demogorgons could be here any moment."
The man looked up, and Eleven recoiled a little at his disfigured and scarred face, reaching into the assistant's memories, she knew this man had been experimented on so much that he had been exposed to dangerous chemicals that resulted in a badly scarred body, and a warped mind. She wasn't truly surprised nor shocked in the least that this poor man had suffered so.
"And who are you?" The man asked.
"Eleven," Eleven rolled up her sleeve and exposed her tattoo to him. "But that does not matter; we must get out."
"Yes, you are right, child," the man stood up and came towards her. Eleven tensed a little before she heard a sound coming from down the corridor, and a hissing snarl came from the other end. The Demogorgon stood there, blood dripping down from its flower-petal-like mouth.
"That is thy creature?" The man demanded in disbelief when he saw it.
"A Demogorgon. I let them into this world, into this camp," Eleven focused on the monster at the other end; the creature roared and raced towards them, but Eleven focused her powers on the creature and snapped it in half. The man stared at the monster in shock at how easily it died and he turned to Eleven, seeing the blood trickle freshly and freely down her nose.
Eleven dropped her concentration and stared up at him. They stared at each other, but Eleven broke eye contact, and she walked off. She didn't care if the man she had just met stopped a Demogorgon from tearing him apart. She had done her bit. He could take care of himself. She knew the corridors better than he did, and she tore the doors off, and helped free more of the prisoners; but as she went through the prison, Eleven increasingly wondered if it was worth it. She had the memories of the woman she had killed and mind-raped, and so Eleven knew which of the prisoners were too badly injured, but there were just too many memories for her to go through, so she had to check them one by one.
More than once, Eleven came across prisoners whom she managed to reach just too late. Sometimes she found Demogorgons tearing them apart, but many of them were too badly injured or crippled from their weeks of torture anyway, so Eleven had a feeling it was a merciful release. But she exorcised that thought, deeming it too cruel.
Many of the guards were also dead. Some of them were still alive, but Eleven threw them aside when they were too stupid to not focus on anything more than their petty regime. She found the assistant's car keys, exactly where the woman left them. After she was sure that the Demogorgons here were dealt with, Eleven simply left. Few of the guards were alive, but they paid more attention to the surviving prisoners, fighting those strong enough to fight back; Eleven joined in and added her telekinetic throws to the mix. She didn't say anything to the people she had saved and found the assistant's car.
Drawing on her knowledge, Eleven slowly but steadily drove the car away from Larkhill and drove off.