𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 ; ᵂᶦˡˡ ᴮʸᵉʳˢ

vii ; The Lost Sister

Within Hawkin's Lab as the building shut down, Ethan froze. He couldn't move, it was like sleep paralysis but he was awake, Mike shook him, trying to catch his attention as he thought he zoned out. Ethan's eyes drained of color as his breath started becoming quick, and the next five minutes they wasted in the hallway would be vital. Losing that time was a horrible mistake no one could control.

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Inside Ethan's mind, it didn't look like the void Eleven had said was in hers, just a black void as she described it. Ethan's looked like a classic home, belonging to a standard married couple with two children. That was identified by the family portrait hanging above the fireplace he stood in front of. The boy was convinced he accidently somehow teleported somewhere, how was the question.

The boy looked at the golden frame, it looked expensive. The family inside was a mother, brunette hair, pale skin, green eyes, wearing an outfit that would suit Karen Wheeler. The father looked like a sort of younger version of Hopper, without the bushy beard and resting bitch face, dressed like a classic 80's era father. The daughter, another brunette, wore a light pink dress, with white details on it. Her hair was in two pigtails, wearing a few necklaces and more feminine attire. And the son, brunette, brown eyes, pale skin, wore a grey sweater, and looked scarily like Ethan.

The brunette backed away from the mantle, stepping from the living room into the kitchen. There stood the mother, a scared expression painting her face as she stared at Ethan.

"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am, I was looking for my friends house and I stumbled upon the wrong one, I'm so sorry-" Ethan started to apologize continuously before the woman shushed him.

"Quiet." She whispers, her voice welcoming and sweet like Karen Wheeler's. She stared at the boy, before stammering and acting as if something came to her. "You, you are my son. James"

"What? Uh, I-I think you have the wrong kid-" Ethan objects

"James McCoy, born April 12th 1971, you have a birthmark shaped like a bird just above your stomach on the left side." The woman whispers

Ethan stares back at her in confusion and shock, scared out of his mind that this random lady knew so much about him. Snooping around lab files when he was younger came in use for his birthday, and to see who his parents were. But that was just their names, there was no picture of them included in the stack of papers in that file. He remembered it vividly, Alfred and Barbra McCoy.

It never registered in his mind his last name was most likely McCoy, but unluckily his legal name was never registered. Probably if they were raided by powers higher than them, the kids couldn't really be identified. But his name being James McCoy, according to this woman, was completely fucking crazy. His name was Ethan Boise, even though he knew what he went through at the lab, he couldn't take in he had an actual family at all.

The woman looked to him, before looking towards the stairs that lead to the basement, before leading him outside to the back porch. The sliding door closed behind them as the woman spoke without a whisper.

"They took you in November. You were seven months old. That girl, Jane, her mother tried looking for her in that place. They took her little girl straight at birth, late July. We tried teaming up in December, we saw they had files and stacks of paper regarding you having.. supernatural powers." Barbara starts, sitting down on one of the rocking chairs as Ethan sat down next to her.

"I guess they saw something about you, and Jane. I never left the house at that time as well, so barely anyone could actually testify you existed, except Al, but he wouldn't even say you were real. Those files, though, they said these powers had something to do with the mind. But you and two others were different, you had physical powers, you could see them, I guess."