Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

The gate was just closing as you finally depart from Henry and step past the threshold, a darkened room opening up before you. It was lit only by the mechanical objects still alight with dimming flames as they littered the floor around you.

There were a few charred bodies, except for one that you cock your head at in curiosity as you step closer to it. A large man, unconscious yet not dead, with a bushy mustache breathing shallowly as he lay there before you.

You nudge him with a bare foot coated in filth, expecting him to pounce though he doesn't so you allow yourself to relax just a fraction.

As you look around the room, your chest swells in wonder at everything in sight. You hadn't seen electronics in so long that they felt foreign to you now, and you'd never seen anything like what was before you in that moment. The machine that had opened the gate behind you was in pieces, exploded into nothing useful and dead for some time now.

Soft slithering sounds fill the room as the gate begins to close up and you watch it do so, the orange hues burning in your eyes though the sound of a door clanging open draws you away from your pursuits in watching the gate close.

Dropping low, you move to hide behind a fallen cabinet from whoever was coming into the room, your right hand gripping to the oozing wound on your wrist to try and stem the flow of the blood. You wanted to try and use your own powers to close it, but you could only imagine how mad Henry would be if he found out you'd disobeyed his desires, so you leave it to bleed, feeling slightly lightheaded though you ignore it.

It was a mixture of blood loss and a thinness to the air now filling your lungs that made your head swim, your hand reaching out to steady yourself against the cabinet as you peer over it to watch what was happening.

The man on the floor had awoken and was grumbling as he pushed to sit up and then stand, heaving himself up the metal scaffolding he'd seemingly fallen from. Your eyes draw upward as more figures come into view, and they speak a dialect that you don't recognise before hitting the man unconscious once more with the end of their guns.

The men drag the unconscious lump along with them as they leave and you quietly follow, hoping to escape whatever place you were in without alerting them to your presence.

You watch as they clamber into some contraption that creaks and groans as it carries them up towards the sky; or so you imagine. This was, in fact, the second time you were free to roam this land and yet you were still locked away indoors.

The first time you'd managed to make it outside, and yet the trees had sheltered you from really seeing the sky in all its beauty - or so you'd heard. You'd seen pictures when you were younger and listened to endless descriptions of it, but... You'd never seen it properly for yourself.

You smile softly to yourself, knowing it wouldn't be long until you had that chance.

A shout from behind you draws you from your vacant-minded daydream and you turn swiftly to find a man pointing a gun at you. Just one. Easy enough, and good practice at that.

He looks you over with an almost disgusted concern, eyes raking over the bareness to your feet, and then the filth that coated the clothes you'd stolen in the other place, the holes that tore through them, the matting of your hair and the cuts littering your skin. He begins to lower his gun; a sweet gesture to anyone else - not to you. You raise a hand, arching your fingers at the man and he looks on in his bewilderment as he attempts to figure out what you're doing.

With a sharp twist of your wrist, his neck snaps and twists around in tandem with it, his lifeless form dropping to the ground a fraction of a moment later. One bone. That was easy work, and yet... In your weakened state, a small trickle of blood begins to flow from your nostril.