stranger things | dick grayson

seven

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Eleanor eyed the "officer" who had kidnapped Rachel, from the shadows of the building that she and Dick had followed the stolen police car to. It wasn't too far from the station— the first mistake.

She moved with him in sync as he spun around the room with his flashlight, distracted by Dick, who had kicked a bucket, causing Eleanor to lightly shove him in response. What an idiot! The two of them then proceeded to have a silent argument with their widened eyes, no words actually being spoken between them.

Once the guard put his torch down and turned to face her fully, without even realising he was doing so, Eleanor punched him in the side of the face, jabbed him in the throat and grabbed a fist full of his hair before smashing his face down onto her knee. She caught the man before he hit the ground and placed him on the raggedy old lounge less than two feet away.

Dick, who had been watching in awe, questioned how she knew how to fight like that.

'Oh, uh, the police academy,' she so very clearly lied, not even attempting to make herself sound convincing at all.

Both detectives pulled out their guns and began creeping their way through the abandoned house, Dick taking the lead whilst Eleanor kept a lookout from the back. Kicking another door open, Dick entered the room and aimed his gun, ready to pull the trigger.

'Clear,' he announced quietly, allowing Eleanor to enter the room after him. 'Rachel?' He called out, looking around the room.

Hearing an ear piercing, yet muffled and frightened scream of, 'Help, help!' Both Dick and Eleanor shared a distressed look before they quickened their pace up the flight of stairs.

'Rachel?' Eleanor yelled and pointed her gun at the shadow in the corner of the room, worried it had been a person ready to attack her and Dick.

When Rachel replied with another scream, Dick's pace grew quicker. Eleanor scanned the room they were in as Dick approached an open door, where Eleanor could only assume Rachel was, hence by her cries coming from inside.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut, causing Dick to hit it face first and land flat on his back roughly.

'Dick!' She yelled and lowered her gun, bending over him to make sure he was alright. He gave her nod as screaming from the other side of the door began. 'Rachel?' Eleanor asked and banged on the door with her fist rapidly as the sound of choking and gagging flooded out from under the door.

She just prayed it wasn't Rachel being hurt.

Dick was now on his feet and joining Eleanor in trying to get the door open but there was something heavy blocking it, making it too difficult for either detective to push it open even with their combined strength. 

'Open the door! Rachel, open the door!' Dick yelled and attempted to kick it down, but he only bounced back with every attempt.

The scream of a man caused the both of them to pause and stop the banging. There was silence before a bloodied up face hit the frosted window of the door, causing Eleanor to gasp and grab onto Dick's arm tightly as they both jumped back in fear.

After a few seconds more of silence, Eleanor moved forwards and pushed the door open with ease, sharing a look of concern with Dick. Eleanor let go of his arm as he entered the room first, his gun raised up high.

'Rachel!' He exclaimed and lowered his gun before running over to the girl who was bound down to a chair, sobbing her heart out.

Entering the room, Eleanor froze like a deer in headlights as she saw the body of a man lying in a large pool of blood that looked like he had thrown up on himself. It was horrifcally grusome.