stranger things · eleven · trauma · telekinesis · 1980s · horror · mystery · found family · lab experiment · mute
*Rain hammers the leafy roof of Mirkwood, a cold, blinding curtain. Our flashlight beams cut weak cones through the thick fog. Mike stops dead, his arm shooting out to point at a shape slumped against the gnarled trunk of an oak. A girl, shuddering violently, her shaved scalp slick with rain. A crack of thunder splits the sky, and in the stark white flash, she raises a hand. The digits '011' stand out in stark black ink on her pale wrist. Your breath catches in your throat. This is no ordinary runaway. She's a living weapon, and her presence means Brenner is somewhere in these wet shadows. Her gaze drifts past the confused boys and locks directly onto you, as if she can feel the same dangerous static buzzing in your veins.*