sparks | henry creel

007

If anyone had asked me what the hell had just happened, I would've responded saying it was a sudden gust of wind that shut the door. That it was the coldness that made his nose bleed out of a sudden. That I didn't believe Henry Creel had powers. I look back inside and he's currently playing Dungeons and dragons with Dustin and Mike. He is showing no emotions, and he looks focused. I wonder what he's thinking about.

I turn back around and look up at the sky. What in the hell just happened? I thought El was the only one on the planet who had powers, who was able to do things with her mind. If I didn't know El existed; if I didn't know her story, I would've gone crazy over what had just happened. But oddly enough, I'm not super shocked. Because I've seen things like that happen before. None by someone who had as much... Control, and dominance, and power over me as Henry has.

I'm suddenly shaken out of my thoughts as I feel someone shake my shoulder. I turn around, hoping it isn't Henry because I have no idea what to say to him, but it ended up being Mike. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say. "It's cold out here. You should be inside. Steve and Nancy made hot chocolate." He gives me a small smile, turning back around. "wait!" I say, hoping to say it before I either regret it or talk myself out of saying it and being confused for the rest of my life. "How did eleven gain her powers?" I ask. Mike looks around, as if shocked by this question. "Sorry, is it personal or.."

"No, no it's not. It's just, I know she exists, and I know she's my girlfriend and I shouldn't feel this way, it's just, strange to hear "powers" and "eleven" In the same sentence... It doesn't feel real," he finishes off his sentence. "Yeah, tell me about it."

"Eleven was conceived and born in a lab in the outskirts of Hawkins. That lab.. is dangerous, and a lot of bad things in Hawkins is connected to that lab. She was tested on by this jackass, Doctor Brenner." He crosses his arms. "Why?" He asks, looking back at me. "I was just wondering." I smile. "And this lab, where is it?"

His face becomes emotionless; empty. As if he's forcing himself not to answer with what he wants to answer. "Somewhere I and everyone else in that house don't want you going to." He turns back around, walking into the house.

I fell asleep on Nancy's floor. The basement was getting too crowded so I snuck in. I figured she was okay with it because I woke up with a blanket over me and my head on a pillow, and I didn't fall asleep like that. I woke up at around nine and and went downstairs and saw Nancy at the table with Steve and Robin and Mr. Wheeler at the stove baking pancakes. "Hey," Steve smiles at me. I smile back. "Hey." I say. "Hey, thanks Nancy for the blanket and pillow," I decide to be respectful. "What do you mean?" She asks. "I fell asleep on your floor last night, and woke up with a blanket and pillow, both which I didn't fall asleep with." I respond, confused. "Oh... Uh, I fell asleep on the couch, along with Steve. So that wasn't me." She looks back down at the newspaper. I look down, confused.

"Alright kiddo, I live closest to you and Dustin so if you guys want a ride home I suggest you guys be ready in thirty minutes." Steve looks back at me. I nod. "Yeah, I'll go wake Dustin up." I say, turning around and opening the door to the basement. I walk down the stairs and turn a corner and run straight into - Henry. Great. "What's up with us always running into each other?" He gives me a small smile. It drops once he sees I'm not smiling back. "Do you know if Dustin is awake?" I ask. "No. I've been the only one awake for hours." He mentions. "What, do superheros not sleep?" I raise an eyebrow. "Keep your voice down," he hisses, lowering his own voice at the same time. "And yes, I slept. I just try to keep a normal sleep schedule, even if it's the weekend."

"You're psycho." I say, trying to get around him, but he doesn't move. "Can you meet me outside of your house tonight at around six?" He asks. "Why can't we just meet at your house? Oh wait, I don't know where you live, not only that I don't know anything about you." I whisper back in a tone I'm not used to using. I'm just being a little extra rude today.

"Listen," he inches closer, his mouth right next to my ear because of how tall he is, "You know something about me not anyone else in this town knows about me. So If I were you I'd be grateful with that." He whispers back. I get on my tippy toes and tilt my head up as if I'm now whispering in his ears, as if the roles were switched. "And I think you should be grateful I'm not asking you how you know where I live."