Ally Harrington, the adoptive little sister of the famous Steve Harrington, wasn't anything like her brother.
Other than the small tattoo on her wrist that she'd somehow managed to hide since the day she was adopted, unlike Steve, Ally was not at al...
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After school, Dustin and Lucas arrived back at Mike's house to find El sat cross-legged on Mike's bed, beside Ally.
"Are you out of your mind?!" Lucas yelled at Mike.
"Just listen to me," Mike tried to reason.
"You are out of your mind," Lucas just yelled again.
"She knows about Will," Ally interjected loudly, getting off the bed and joining the conversation.
"What do you mean 'she knows about Will'?" Dustin asked sceptically.
Mike walked over to the bookshelf and fetched the science fair photo.
"She pointed at him, at this picture. She knew he was missing. I could tell," Mike insisted.
"You could tell?" Lucas repeated disbelieving.
"Just think about it," Ally started, stepping in front of Lucas, "Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood? The same place where Will disappeared?"
"That is weird," Dustin admitted to Lucas.
"And she said bad people are after her. I think maybe these bad peoples are the same ones that took Will. I think she knows what happened to him," Mike explained.
Lucas, still sceptical, asked, "Then why doesn't she tell us?"
Lucas quickly became frustrated by Ally's silence and moved to confront El himself.
"Do you know where he is?" Lucas demanded, grabbing El by the shoulders roughly.
"Do you know where he is?!" He repeated louder.
"Lucas stop!" Ally commanded, pulling him off El.
"Stop it! You're scaring her!" Mike shouted.
"She should be scared!" Lucas screamed back and turns to El again, "If you know where he is, tell us!"
El's eyes brimmed with tears causing rage to simmer within Ally.
"This is nuts! We have to take her to your mom!" Lucas insisted.
"No! Ally and Eleven said telling any adult would put her us in danger," Mike protests.
"What kind of danger?" Dustin asked.
"Her name is Eleven?" Lucas mocks.
"El for short," Ally interjected.
"Mike! What kind of danger?!" Dustin repeated loudly.
"DANGER danger," Mike said.
The boy formed a finger gun, pointing it between Dustin's eyes then moving it to Lucas's forehead. Irritatedly, Lucas slapped Mike's hand away.
