Mike's POV;
Vecna was standing right infront of us. Eleven was next to me with blood all over her clothes and body. Dustin and Lucas were behind us, holding eachother and shivering out of fear. No one else was near by, since we were in the upside down. There was a cold wind that wouldn't stop blowing, but there was also that weird warm feeling. The feeling that makes you tingle up inside and makes you feel strange. It was a strange thing, and it would only get stranger. "Give up." Vecna said in his deep, dark voice. "Never!" Eleven screamed as a response. "Okay then," something started to rise behind Vecna, "fight." It was Will.
His eyes were all red and bloody, almost like Max's but he could still see, at least I thought he could.
"W-Will..?" I questioned outloud. He stayed silent. "Put him down!" Eleven yelled in demand. "Oh sweetie," a huge grin appeared across Vecna's face. "I'm not the one controlling him."
"W-What?" Eleven asked loudly. "This is all him, he chose to do this." I shook my head in disbelief. "No! Will would never!" I yelled indenial. "Yes, I would." Will spoke outloud. My eyes widened, my heart was beating ten times faster then it already was.
"No. No! There is no way MY Will would do this!" I cried out, tears in my eyes. Will came forward and landed about five feet infront of us. He stayed there, arms by his side and not moving a muscle.
"Y-You traitor!" Lucas yelled out, having instant regret. "You're one to talk basketball-boy." Will replied back, staring into his soul. "H-How do you know that..?" Lucas questioned. "I know what he knows." Will answered, referring to Vecna. "Why!? Why would you do this Will!?" I yelled out, needing to know. He stayed silent and just stared at me. The feeling I got was disgusting. Like something was crawling inside of me, spreading. Like the butterflies in my stomach had turned into bees, and were stinging me all over. However, I felt no pain. "I thought we were friends.." I let out, on the verge of tears.
"Friends? What about.." Will went silent. "Best friends?" Vecna finished for him, he then began to continue. "Did you forget you use to be best friends Mike? Or were you just too busy with your little girlfriend you don't even love." My jaw dropped. Eleven started crying, tears were falling down her face faster then I thought they could. She kept a straight face though. "You're lying!" I yell in response. "I do!"
"You do what?" He questioned me. I struggled to say it. "Love." I forced out of my mouth.
"I'd like to disagree." Vecna said walking around Will and closer to me. "She said it herself, 'from Mike, from Mike, from Mike'." A guilt in my gut started to spread. "The only time you could say it is when Will convinced you. And your oblivious ass couldn't even tell what he was talking about." Oblivious? What the fuck does he mean? He walked closer, inches apart from me and looking down, straight into my eyes. "You couldn't even tell what the painting was for, or what it was about." What on earth was he talking about?
"Actually I do!" I said in confidence. "El commissioned it to say how much she loves me! It's what made me realise I do love her!" I had him. For once I was correct. "Huh?" Eleven let out, turning to me. "I didn't commission it.. it was all Will's idea, he wouldn't even show it to me." Nevermind. "I told you in one of my letters." Oh fuck. "Do you not remember?" She asked me, even more tears rolling down her face.
"O-Of course I remember.." I blatantly lied. "Lying now are we?" Vecna walked backwards to where he was, showing Will again.
I turned my body to Will and walked up to him, about a foot apart I asked, "What was the real meaning of the painting..?" He looked at me, clearly trying to find his words.
"Everything I told you, do you remember?" Will questioned me, not seeming so evil now. "M-Most of it, yeah." I answered truly. "That wasn't El's prospective." I was confused. If it wasn't hers, then who's was it? I was completely baffled.
