A broken town

Runnin' with the devil

Now this was the life, cruising through back-lanes on his motorcycle, was the one and only, Marcus Munson, teen star, beloved of the British public, a rising contender in the music industry. Finally back in his home town of Hawkins, Indiana. A lot had changed since he left, when he was 10, it had been 8 years and he had grownup quite a bit, his hair was dark and curly, it was in a sort of mullet style and sat just above his shoulders. His formerly scrawny figure was now built and lean; a cigarette hung out of his mouth whilst he flew into a more open part of the town. Around a year ago he had bought a house for his brother Eddie and his uncle Wayne, he knew they were struggling, and knew it was necessary. the only problem with this, is that he had entirely forgotten where it was. 

Marc slowed down as he spotted a phone box, carefully flicking the stand down on his motorcycle and heading over to the phone. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted someone in there, a tall muscular guy with a mullet, he had a lifeguards outfit on, shirtless of course. he was lent against the side of the small phone box, phone in one hand, his other twirling the chord, a smirk was plastered across his features as he finished the call, muttering the words "I will pick you up at 7, don't keep me waitin'~". 

Marcus simply grimaced and waited for the other to hurry up and leave, as he did, they both locked eyes, Crystal blue met Deep brown, it felt like he was looking at the other for an usually long time, when they had actually only made eye contact for about 5 seconds. that was long enough for Marcus to never forget. The interaction was passed quickly as the man climbed into his Camaro and sped off. Marc shook it off and walked into the booth, shoving a hand into his pocket to grab out a couple quarters, he put them in, and rang up the number his brother had given him around a month ago. after a short chat, Marcus was finally back on track, gathering stares as he pulled into the driveway of the Munson home. 

Eddie practically flew out the door, engulfing Marc in a firm embrace, they hugged it out for about a minute, still both thrilled to see each other. Eddie pulled away, and the grin that was plastered across his face was something his brother treasured. "I can't believe how much you have grown Edward" Marcus chimed out, the accent shift very clear, his tone was deep, and he sounded like he was naturally born in London.  "Woahhhh you voice dude! i knew about the accent, but it is so much better in real life" Eddie chuckled, letting Marc inside and going into the fridge to grab a couple cans of coke. The brothers had a lot of catching up to do. 

A few hours had passed since Marcus had arrived, and he had finally been through the past 8 years with Eddie. His older brother was still the same as always. invested in two things, metal, and god damn Steve Harrington. However the only thing that had changed, was that Eddie and Steve were actually a thing, a 9 year crush, finally blossomed into a relationship. Of course Marc was happy for his brother, but Steve never gave him a good vibe. In this case though he couldn't judge, he had been away for almost a decade, maybe Steve had changed. I guess only time would tell. 

It was around 1:00 am, Marc had waited for Wayne to get home and promptly said goodnight. He wasn't planning on sleeping though, he had forgotten his pills, they were his only chance of slumber. The truth was, Marcus was taken as a kid, doctors ripped him away from his mother at birth, they said it was because he was special, he possessed something odd. That was where the Hawkins lab came in. Yes, he was burdened with powers, telekinesis, and a clutch over the elements, as well as a number tattoo on his left wrist. 013, the number that haunted his dreams. He only got away because he was smart, because he was quick, the others didn't stand the same fate. A 7 year old Marcus had been able to escape the laboratory, he spent a long night in the police station, chief Hoppers jacket strewn over his shoulders. He would never forget seeing a 9 year old Eddie walk through the doors with Wayne. Since then the two had been inseparable. No one knew about the whole laboratory part, they simply thought Marc was kidnapped at birth. It was a cover story at most, Marcus picked up speaking full sentences and social ques pretty quickly, he was only with his brother and uncle for three years before his father dragged him to England. it was horrible at first, but he adjusted.

That's when he fell in love with music, he learned piano, and started writing songs, surprisingly he had a pretty good voice. After numerous gigs at pubs, his talent was recognized by a record label. He was made a contract for 5 years, and the time flew past, he was a phenomenon, praised and loved by the public. Once he had finished his contract, The decision was made to go home, his dad was only interested in the money anyway...

That leaves him where he is today. Laying flat on his back in a dimly lit room, nothing had been moved, it smelt the same, it was comforting. An ounce of surprise filled him as he felt his body naturally start to feel tired, of course he went with it, and managed to drift off. this was a break through for Marc, he hadn't been able to sleep without his pills for basically his entire life, perhaps it was because he was home, he knew he was safe.


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{AN: Thank you for reading this first chapter! i have recently got the time back to write again and also more inspiration. and don't worry, we will get a proper Billy introduction next chapter ;) }