||𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃|| 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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(Y/N) POV

I sat on Mike's couch in his basement, a blanket draped across my shoulders as I sat there deep in my thoughts. I loosely listened in on their plans on how to get Jane back, but soon tuned them out finally coming to the conclusion that the only way to get her back is to turn myself in. I felt both sides of the couch dip, glancing left and right, giving Steve and Robin a tight lipped smile. Soon all eyes were on me, filled with concern.
    "Not to rain on your guys' parade but the plan won't work," I stated, my voice raspy due to all the crying I've done tonight and barely speaking a word to anybody. A scoff broke the short silence as Mike stood there with his arms crossed in front of him.
    "Well since you seem like you have a MUCH better plan than us then why don't you enlighten us," Mike spat, clearly upset and hurt over losing his lover once again. Due to the tone of his voice Nancy slapped him upside the head, shooting him a glare.
    "Look! I get it we're all upset, but the only way we'll ever get Jane back is if I give myself up to Brenner and have Jane escape," I said, earning a shouts of 'No ways'. I frown knowing there's no winner in this situation.
    "No way, Jane is too stubborn to leave without you (Y/N). And on top of that Brenner wouldn't just simply let Jane go.." Dustin stated, the boy now pacing the room trying to muster up a plan. I leaned back into the couch, tilting my head back to stare up at the ceiling.
    "We could get a shit load of fireworks and blow that place up..sorta like how we blew up the old Starcourt," Lucas suggested, earning a few glares and a laugh from Dustin. I smiled a bit at the joke recalling the story Jane told me before letting out an exasperated sigh.
    "I think we should call it a night..I'm sure we'll be able to come up with a plan tomorrow to get Jane..And before you throw me a look Mike, she's perfectly fine. He won't hurt her..I assure you," I said as I got up from the couch, giving Mike a smile and biding everyone goodnight. I entered my room, closing the door shut and turning the light off. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for everyone to be asleep in order to start my mission. But to my dismay I fell asleep, an old dream recurring..

I walked down the empty halls, my hand tracing the wall. Eerie silence overtook the lab, that silence soon cut short due to the blaring of the sirens and the crackling of the intercom coming to life. Gunshots rang throughout the halls and the lab, guards, scientists running around. As I turned the corner, I froze. Dead bodies strewn across the hall, lights flickering. Blood stained the walls, an iron smell in the air. I noticed each body had their eyes blown out like a light bulb as I walked past them. I refocused my eyes forward, walking over debris and bodies. I rounded another corner, feeling the energy seeping through the doors of the rainbow room. I tread slowly towards the room, bracing for whatever, or whoever is behind that door. I placed my hand on the door, closing my eyes before pushing open the door. Walking through the doors, I see a blurry figure in front of me, talking to a much shorter figure. I felt a fire of frustration bubbling inside me, unable to recognize the people before me. I watched as the two converse with each other, the atmosphere growing more tense, the energy continuously growing. Soon my frustration boils over to concern for the shorter figure, coming to my senses that the taller, ominous figure is dangerous....I felt tears stream down my face as I watched the poor figure get strangled in the air. I walked up to the devil incarnate, in hopes of preventing an unfair death. But something was different from this dream..a familiar smell seeps through my nose. Teakwood and vanilla. But due to being in my shocked state, nothing worked. I was just a mere shadow, non existent, useless. As I was about to sit down, I fell through the floor, falling into an endless void...

    I gasped, jolting forward in a cold sweat. I glanced over at the time, the bold red letters flashing 3:48am. I wiped the sweat that accumulated on my face with my shirt.
    "He would never do such a thing...right?" I mumbled to myself, sliding off of my bed and walking over to my dresser, grabbing a bag that sat beside it.
    "Here I come Jane...and Henry,"