Basic Instinct [stranger things]

11. Elvis Tapes

CHAPTER ELEVEN
ELVIS TAPES

The instant the group arrived, Kimmy could tell something was wrong. There wouldn't be so much police and ambulance is there wasn't. Kimmy also knew she wasn't the only one who could tell, each and everyone of them tensed at the sight. Even if it was never admitted verbally, they all knew what was going on.

Kimmy almost told the group they should leave, already knowing what was about to happen. She didn't want them all to see their friend in such a state.

But she didn't. In fear of being shut down or yelled at in a form of projection as they hid their feelings.

Suddenly, Aaron got off his bike, causing Kimmy to follow his lead. Following the other four to a fire truck and crouching behind it.

There were firemen, police and medicals all in the water. Each surrounding one thing bobbing in the water. Kimmy felt repulsed, she knew exactly what it was.

Or who it was.

She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. She was waiting to be proven wrong.

Unfortunately, she wasn't.

A body was pulled up from the water and layed on a stretcher, a lifeless body. Kimmy froze, as did each of the twelve year olds she was stood with.

She felt her heart drop as a feeling of nausea sunk in, she heard a shuffle from behind her as Aaron walked away at a rapid pace. Stopping by the bushes as he vomited.

Dustin, who was stood next to Kimmy went to go after him but Kimmy stopped him, placing a hand on the curly haired boys arm.

"Leave him," she whispered, not wishing to draw any attention over to him from the others. "He'll come back when he's ready."

Dustin didn't answer, only nodding with a slight sniffle. He didn't shake off the hold she had on his arm as he turned away either, Kimmy supposed he could use the comfort. So her hand remained in place.

"It's not Will." Mike announced with a shake of his head, though Kimmy could tell he was unsure from the tone of his voice. "It can't be."

Kimmy didn't say anything, not wishing to push in her opinion. Especially when the young boys were in the early stages of grieving.

"It's Will." Lucas replied after a short moment of silence. It sounded as if he was forcing himself to talk, Kimmy didn't have to look at him to tell he was crying. "It's really Will."

Kimmy stepped back as the boys in front of her moved to step away from the truck and to face each other. Kimmy and Dustin watched as Mike stepped back, practically at the back of the truck as he let out a broken sigh.

Kimmy felt someone stiffen beside her and shifted her gaze to find Aaron had returned, he wasn't looking at her. And Kimmy wondered if he was doing it on purpose so he wouldn't have to look at anyone while so upset. Kimmy shifted her gaze from him and instead focused on Mike.

She watched as Eleven approached him placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as she looked to him in concern. "Mike-"

Mike slapped her hand away- harshly. Kimmy jumped violently, her eyes widening in fear as she stared at the boy. She couldn't really help it, it was something deep within her which she had no control over, but she knew she'd look at Mike differently from then on. It was only a small smack but Kimmy knew too well that just one small smack, could lead to lot worse.

"Mike? Mike what?" He boy snapped, glowering at the girl as the tears continued to flow down his cheeks. "You were supposed to help us find him alive. You said he was alive."