it was now summer, and everything had gone back to normal for the party. eleven and mike were together, and so was arlo and max. there was even something going on between apollo and steve.
(max mayfield x fem!oc)
(steve harrington x male!oc)
(seaso...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝗺𝐞 𝗼𝐧
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𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍 as a fist came in contact his face, his head swinging to the right as blood dripped from his mouth. he quickly spat the blood onto the floor before he fixed himself on the bench that he was sitting on. for almost two hours, he's been getting interrogated and tortured by the russian guards in hopes that he would spill some kind of information. but obviously, they hadn't gotten anything out of him. so now, he was bloodied and bruised and was just hoping that robin and steve were okay.
"who do you work for?" a russian guard repeated for what felt like the millionth time.
"i fucking told you! scoops ahoy!" apollo spat as he leaned his head onto the wall behind him. "do you really think that i would dress like this willingly?!"
the guard nodded his head, a sick smile on his face as he pulled his fist back before he lunged it forward. apollo fell over onto the bench with that one, groaning as more blood dripped. the guard stepped forward, picking apollo up so that he was sitting straight up again. the williams boy's haw clenched as he glared up at the guard, his eyes shining an orange/yellow color as his body heated up. the guard saw this, backing up slightly as he raised his eyebrows.
