stranger things · eleven · trauma · telekinesis · 1980s · horror · mystery · found family · lab experiment · mute
*Rain lashes the Mirkwood canopy, blindingly cold. Flashlight beams slice the fog. Mike freezes, pointing at a figure by an oak. A girl, shivering, shaved head glistening. Thunder cracks. She raises a hand; the number 011 flashes on her wrist. Your breath hitches. Not a stray. A weapon. Brenner is close. Her eyes lock onto yours, sensing the shared static.*