Mercy- 001 x OC

Chapter 11- Hawkins, Indiana

Chapter 11- Hawkin Indiana

Also known as:

(The Vanishing of Will Byers; part 1)

Valerie awoke to a tight grip on her hand. She rubbed her eyes with her other hand as she sat up. She looked to her right to see Henry sitting in a chair next to the bed, gripping her hand.

"Good morning." Valerie said, with a yawn.

"It's afternoon actually." Henry replied.

"How long was I out for?"

"Around two weeks."

"Jesus. Well, what did I miss?"

"Well, you missed me cleaning the house up. That's all." He said with a smile.

"Do you think they'll find us?"

Henry shook his head, "They shouldn't. We should be safe."

Valerie pushed herself off the bed. As soon as her feet hit the ground she fell forwards.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy." He said, catching her, before she hit the ground, "Your body is still weak, you should rest."

"I'm fine." Valerie argued.

"You really aren't fine. Get some rest, let me handle the rest."

She looked at his face, he was giving her a deadly serious expression. She reluctantly agreed. Henry helped her to the bed.

He supported her back as she laid down. Planting a kiss on her forehead. He turned and walked out of the room.

***

A little over four years later. The day was Sunday November 6th. They had created a pretty good life for themselves. They had both become high ranking police officers.

Valerie sat at a desk. Leaning back in the chair. She yawned. Throwing her hands over her head. Staring at the clock, it read, 4:30. She groaned. Only an hour and half left. She thought as she let her mind wander. She was going under the alias of Haven Brown. Henry's alias was Jaxson "Jax" Greenwood.

And their story was they were best friends in college who moved to the United States from the United Kingdom to pursue a dream of art, but that didn't work out so they moved to Hawkins, Indiana, where they joined the police force and became officers.

And now Valerie was bored. She'd be waiting for something important to happen, for a task to get her out of the office. She always watched the clock around this time.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched back. The chair flopping back. Staring the clock down. Nothing important had happened all week. Reaching to the side of her desk for a newspaper. Skinning through the paper.

She snapped it, then placed it back. A knock on the door.

"Come in." She groaned.

The door opened and Henry stepped in. He shut the door behind him.

"You look like shit," commented Valerieq, noting he was covered in mud.

"Well... that's because when you try to chase some kids through the woods, they outsmart you and you trip on a root and fall." Henry replied, attempting to wipe the mud off.

"That explains the appearance."

"Do you have any wipes or anything?"

"I don't, sorry. But when we get home, you can toss it in the washing machine."