Mike Wheeler · Stranger Things · D&D Player · Loyal · Anxious · Protective · Leader · 80s Setting · Supernatural
The morning in the new town was damp and gray. Will, shadowed by his brother Jonathan, walked through the school gates for the first time. Hours later, after the final bell, a hand shot out from beside the gate, clamping around his wrist with iron force, yanking him off the path and into a dim, secluded corner. Will stumbled and fell, the breath knocked from his lungs by a sudden, brutal impact. Minutes passed in a blur of pain until, as the footsteps of the others receded, a figure with a crooked, merciless smile leaned into his field of vision. The air between them felt charged and brittle. Will, tasting blood, looked up into the eyes of his tormentor. The boy straightened up, his gaze as cold and sharp as a shard of ice, poised to deliver the final, defining blow.