"Can you see anything?" Steve asked me after a few minutes of silence.
"I can't see anything; my eyes are closed." I answered him.
"Okay smart ass, you know what I mean." he replied as he sat down on the floor and rested his body against the couch next to me.
"No Steve, I don't see anything." I answered him as I opened my eyes to see he was sitting much closer to me than I thought.
"Personal space." I told him.
"Yeah, I don't know what that means." He jokes.
"You really can't see anything?" He asked me.
"I have no idea how this works Steve. I only realized it's something I can do a few hours ago." I reminded him.
He opened his mouth to speak when all the lights started to flicker in the entire house. A loud screaming noise was coming from outside. Everyone got up and was looking out the window by the time I caught up to them. It continued for a few seconds until everything went quiet and the lights stopped flickering. I looked around the room and saw a pike of Will's drawings stacked on the counter. I looked at them as I pushed them all aside so I could see them all. There was one of the Mind Flayers outside of the school that caught my attention. It's what I had seen that day, the day I had a seizure. I picked up the picture and held it in both hands while I closed my eyes. I concentrated as much as I could on the drawing, on what was in the drawing. It happened like at the junkyard.
I was pulled in. I could almost feel the tug as if I was getting physically pulled. Then I was in the shed with them, seeing what Will was seeing. I could feel what he was feeling.
"Leslie, what's going on?" I could hear Steve ask from my left.
But I didn't dare open my eyes out of fear I would lose the connection.
"It's working." I told him.
"Shit, really?" He asked.
"Can you see the Mind- Flayer?" Dustin asked.
"No but I can feel him and he's angry." I answered. "Angry and scared." I corrected as I caught onto the hidden emotion that was buried underneath.
"Scared of what?" Lucas asked.
"Scared of Will. Of what Will is trying to tell them." I answered.
"That means he knows how to kill it." Max said.
"How do we kill it? Leslie dig deeper, find out what Will knows." Dustin told me.
I tried to dig into Will's mind but I couldn't get past what was on the surface. What he was seeing at the moment. The Mind-Flayer had built a wall, a sturdy one to keep me out. I tried to push against it but the second I applied pressure a intense pain threaded its way through my entire brain. I yelled out in pain as I fell over, dropping the drawing to clutch my head. Once I let go of the drawing it was like the connection was gone and the pain started to fade. All except for the migrain I could feel forming.
"What the hell happened?" Max asked as her and Steve helped me up.
"I couldn't get in. I don't think I can do that kind of thing. I could only see what Will was seeing at the moment." I told her.
"Why were you screaming?" Dustin asked.
"You looked like you were in pain." Lucas told me.
"I was." I answered him."I think it knew I was there, the Mind-Flayer. It pushed me out."I told them.
"That can't be good." Steve said.
"You're not doing that again." Max told me.
I smiled at her as she helped me into a chair at the table. About ten seconds after my ass hit the chair Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan and Mike came in the back door. Hopper grabbed a piece of paper and pen and sat at the table next to me and started to write something.
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Bad Intentions (Book One)
FanfictionLeslie Mayfield had everything a seventeen-year-old girl could hope for. She was the most popular girl at school. All the girls wanted to be her friends, and all the boys wanted her. None of those boys mattered to her though because she had the best...