You're Alive?!

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Will's POV:

I just got off the phone with my boss, Jack Crawford. Apparently there has been strange activity in a small area of Indiana, called Hawkins. I was taken there at a young age. I was tested on for my "special abilities", although they are more like a mental illness. I am able to see what actually happened during different crime scenes.

The other test subjects in Hawkins lab have the abilities of teleportation, mind reading, telempathy, and so much more. Why did I get stuck with the worst one? I was taken away from my siblings at a young age because of it. I never got to see my sisters grow up. Y/N was younger than me, I never got to see her first steps, or hear her first words.

Joyce was the oldest, she was the one who took care of the both of us since our parents had died after Y/N was born. I snapped out of my thoughts when I slammed on the breaks. There were five kids on bikes, and one on a skateboard ahead of me. I checked the location that Jack sent me, we were only 1/2 of a mile away from the crime scene.

"Are you kids from around here," I asked them through my car window. I was horrible at socialization since I didn't have much as a kid. The kids moved out of the way so we were all next to each other. They looked me over as much as they could from the car window and nodded their heads. I decided I should probably get out of the car to seem more friendlier.

I noticed one girl had her hair buzzed, it looked alot similar to mine from the lab. She also had a long sleeve shirt on, she looked as though she was hiding something. Despite adopting my daughter, Abigail, I was horrible at talking to kids. I started to mess with my sleeves on my flannel. One kid suddenly gasped and I was curious until I see the ginger-haired girl come over to me and pull my left sleeve up to show my test subject marking that said, "002".

The other kids also gasped and the other girl in their group came up, the one with a buzz cut. She showed her wrist that had the numbers, "011" written on her. I was shocked but decided to ask anyway, "What are your powers like?" She looked at me and started lifting me off the ground, before putting me back down and wiping her bloody nose. The other kids looked at each other and whispered something that I only figured was about me to one another.

"We need to bring him to Hopper," the shorter kid with a bowl cut said. They all agreed, but I couldn't do that. I was already running late to check a crime scene with Jack and he was going to be more upset if I was any later.

"Sorry kids, I have to go somewhere. If you meet here in thirty minutes then I will go talk to this 'Hopper' person with you all," the kids looked at each other and nodded their heads in agreement. I drove off to get to the crime scene and after Jack argues with me for being late, I start investigating. Jack was the only person in the FBI who knew of my powers. He abuses my powers to solve his problems and cases a lot.

He treats me like Doctor Brener. All the other subject call him, "Papa" but I was the only one to call him by his name. I used my powers and found that the murderer had trapped the victim in this area. They had ripped this person apart, it was as if they had claws. I explained to Jack what I knew about the situation and he scoffed.

"You can't figure anything else out? We need more information Will," he snapped at me."I'm sorry sir, it's all I could see," I quietly said as I wiped the blood from my nose just like the girl earlier. I then remembered the kids and when I was dismissed from the scene, I drove to my past spot in the forest. The kids were sitting there discussing stuff to one another. "So, do you want me to drive you all? Or are you guys gonna make me follow your bikes," I asked them."I'll go with you," the kid with curly hair and a hat on said.

"Dustin, for all you know, he could be a serial killer," the ginger girl stated. They bickered until I broke it up.

"I'll just follow your bikes, you just have to show me where to go," I said to them as they stopped arguing back and fourth. They nodded their heads and got on their bikes as I got in my car and followed them to a tiny house that was honestly kind of sweet. It reminds me of my house in Virginia with Abigail and my dogs. They walked in and told me to wait outside, so I did. I stepped out of the car and waited beside it until I saw a bigger man in a sheriff outfit step out with a woman who looks very similar to Joyce.

"Buddy," the woman said in a confused manor, that name made me confused too, only Joyce called me that.

"Joyce, is that you," I shockingly asked the woman as she nodded her head.