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 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 is what woke apollo up, a groan leaving his lips as he went to go reach for his head. but when he felt something restrain him from doing so, he lifted his head and looked down to see that he was strapped to a table. suddenly, memories started to flash back into his mind of the events that had happened, remembering how his whole body had caught on fire. he then took notice of the clothes he was wearing, seeing that a guard uniform that was obviously a few sizes too big on him. the shirt had been unbuttoned, his chest exposed, revealing some more hidden tattoos. he looked around, seeing if steve or robin was still around, but they were nowhere to be seen.
"oh, good. you're awake." a familiar voice appeared, making apollo turn to see that it was dr.zharkov. the scrawny man had a cynical smile on his face as he walked over to another table that had a bunch of tools on it. "your friends very worried about you. they think you're dead."
"i wonder why. it's not like you knocked me over the head." apollo mumbled, gently placing his head back down onto the table he was on.
dr.zharkov let out a loud cackle, making apollo look over at him with furrowed eyebrows. "you are funny, american. general ozerov wants me to cut you open. but if you tell truth, i won't have to."
