An:// I just realized that it's been a while since watching Stranger Things last season, so forgive me if I'm absolutely butchering the plot lol.
Anyways, I decided to continue using Lark Voorhies (Lisa Turtle from Saved By The Bell) as the female's face claim because obviously she was the queen of 80's fashion and super gorgeous! So enjoy!!
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Waking up in the front seat of my own car is more than startling. Then realizing that I'm not in my cozy bed inside of my family's warm home makes me nearly jump through the roof of the vehicle.
I immediately begin to panic, unfamiliar with my surroundings as the back of my head still pains me from the attack at the store the night before.
As I shake the sleepy haze out of my eyes, I realize that the car is stopped at a gas station, fueling up at one of the pumps.
I peak out of the foggy window to see who's doing the pumping, nearly screaming bloody murder as the face of the man who attacked me yesterday comes into my view.
All of it comes back to me.. His awful plans of abducting me and forcing me to have his child before I passed out from blood loss.. I'm surprised that I'm even alive still.
I begin to yank on the handle of the unlocked door as he quickly notices. Pointing his finger, the man uses his power to lock the door. With so much strength and roughness of his ability, the lock becomes jammed and breaks into two.
My car! He's ruining my car!
As he finishes up the gas, my eyes widen as I watch him slowly approach the driver's side door This is my time to yell for help.
"HELP!!!" I take in a harsh breath of air and scream as loud as I can while the door is cracked open. "SOMEONE PLEASE HEL-"
Using his powers, the man's finger-point sends an excruciating sharp pain to the back of my injured head. Grasping both sides of my head I squeal in unbearable pain.
As the pain soon fades, I realize that I'm far too late. The car starts and before I know it we are onto an extremely empty interstate as the evening's sun begins to fall.. Just him and I, going god knows where.
"You'll have to forgive me." He begins calmly. "I don't mean to cause harm to you, but I will do what needs to be done. I'm sorry for your injury."
Touching the back of my head, I notice my injury patched up with gauze. Did he do this?
"Are you sorry for killing my friend too?" Tearfully I argue, gritting words through my angry teeth.
"No." He admits. "If I hadn't killed him, he would've killed me. I'm not a murderer, I simply.. protect myself."
"I need you to let me out." Frustrated, I continue to argue.
"I can not do that." His calm demeanor never phases. "I have goals, wishes for you. I need you right here, with me."
