Don't Be Afraid (Stranger Things Fanfiction)

Negotiations

Mortifer's P.O.V.

   I land in front of the White House in a slightly over dramatic fashion. Can I get a little carried away sometimes, yes. But hey, what are you gonna do? To begin I survey the area with my normal and psychic senses which reveals there to be many guards and secret weapons in the vicinity. Some of the said guards are already aware of my presence and seem to be taking up position. One makes his position known and raises his voice to me.
   "Identify yourself and state your purpose!"
   Understandably confrontational. Little does he know that he has no leverage to make such demands, but regardless it couldn't hurt to humor him.
   "I am known as Mortifer the Grey Angel." I say, using my psychic abilities to amplify my voice. "I am here to have a word with your higher ups. Please pass word of this to them so that we can wrap this up in a timely manner."
   There is silence for a couple moments before I hear them, despite the distance, relay the message, and debate how to best neutralize me if the need should arise.
   I can't help but chuckle at this. 
   We all wait in relative silence for a response, until I see the one who spoke out step forth again but seeming a little hesitant.
   "Your request has been denied. Now leave at once!"
   Well, it's not as though I'd expected a different outcome. Still, I'll give them a chance to simply not interfere as I take a step forward.
   "Stop!"
   I take another stride, heedless of his warnings. Then another, at which time I hear him speak quietly into what I can only assume is their comms. "Take the shot."
   I feel the sniper I always knew was there squeeze the trigger. Without pause bring my wing up and am gratified with feeling the high caliber round disintegrate upon making contact.
   That was a mistake. None of you will get the chance to make another.
   Tighting my grip on their minds, I make one quick dismissing gesture with my hand and simultaneously rip them all out of consciousness. After hearing all of them hit the ground I calmly precede forward as though nothing of import had transpired.
   Sometimes I think I'm too powerful for my own good. This was one of those times. But, I suppose that's why I have the rules afterall. I slip through the hallways, stepping over the bodies of those I had rendered unconscious and use my powers to make short work of any obstacle that stood in my way.
   It took me maybe five minutes.
   Now standing before the final doorway, quite a heftly one I might add, I consider my best approach.
   I had left this room untouched by my power for two reasons. One: I needed to speak with the people in it. Two: I felt a touchstone of power in one of the individuals within the room. My interest was peaked, but my objective the same.
   Well might as well get this over with.
   I pry the door open with my psychic might. It's not hard, but it's not exactly easy either. As it tears from its locking mechanisms and flies open I can feel all the bullets come flying at me with a suddenness that may have  bested even the most adept assassins.
   My Gift, however, has long since been in affect. So, without pause I simply brought my wings to bear and absorb their firepower. Did I have to? No. But a display of power could prove useful in a time like this.
   Once they exhaust their magazines I am amongst them, delivering incapacitating blows left and right. I make sure to not severely maim or do anything lethal. This was simply due to the fact I have no wish to incite vengeance and hatred in their hearts.
   So, after rendering the last armed opponent a non-threat, I slowly rise up to address the supposed men and women of authority.
   What I do not expect is a formidable wave of psychic energy to smash into me.
   Caught off my guard I am sent crashing through one of the room's heavily fortified walls.
   Ow.
   After cursing and taking a few moments to recompose myself as well as rise back to my full height. I bring more of my defenses to bear. Just in case.
   Huh. This must kind of be what the Old One felt like when I first blasted him with one of my own psychic bolts.
   "Well done Eight." One of the men spoke.
   Eight?
   One of the eleven is here?
   Of course, how could I expect anything less?
   I stride through the dust left behind from the wall's destruction. The moment I come into view I can feel  the one known as 'Eight' making ready to send another wall of psychic energy my way. I, however, am ready for this one. Meeting them power for power I let them press with all the will they can muster, taking stock of the wellspring they currently had at their disposal. It was...oddly impressive, but once I feel them reach their peak I crush them. Their psychic will that is, and force them to their knee.
   The changing of facial expressions is almost comical on the others upon seeing their final line of defense so thoroughly overwelmed.
   "Now then." I say, with a hint of vexation touching my voice. "Will you kindly accept my request to talk on matters of import?"
   They all look at each other in disbelief. Before the lead male spoke up. "After some reconsideration we have decided the wisest course of action would be to hear you out." His tone is calm, but I can feel the fear radiating off him. How terribly odd this must seem to them. An angel like being appearing and demanding an audience. I would barely be containing my trepidation if I were in their shoes.
   "Indeed." I state flatly. "You are the president I presume?"
   "I am."
   "Good. What do you know about Hawkins, Indiana?"
   He seems to scrap his mind for information but soon gives up.
   "I'm afraid not much."
   "Then I will have to enlighten you. All of you. Take my hand Mr. President. Everyone else hold onto him."
   Everyone pauses. Unsure of themselves.
   "Sometime today." I urge. It's hard to contain my sarcasm as I speak, but I  extend my hand to the president nonetheless, who after a brief hesitation, reaches out to take it.
   After I see the rest of them reluctantly place their hands on the president's shoulders, I send all the memories and data I have about the lab flooding into their minds. The experiments, the kidnapped children and the new horrid dimension that had been exposed. In real time, it only took about five minutes.
   Once it was finished I withdrew the connection and was a little surprised to see tears in all of their eyes. Some obvious, others not so.
   "Did you know?" I speak quietly.
   They all seemed to shake their heads.
   "No. We would never have allowed this." The president answered, disgust  evident in his voice. 
   Whether or not that is true is hardly my concern at the moment.
   "Then help me bring good out of it." I say.
   "How?"
   "Leave Hawkins and the new threat to me. I will tend to the those affected by this unacceptable situation, and ensure the enemy does the same. I will also require your assistance with paperwork before long. "
   There is a pause as the president turns to his advisors seeking input.
   "Can we have a few moments to talk this over amongst ourselves?"
   "Yes. But remain in my line of sight." I concede. "I have little trust in you."
   "Thank you."
   They make their way to the other end of the room. I finally take a moment to analyze Eight. Another small girl, short hair, and with  haunted eyes. Similar to El, but no where near identical. I release my psychic grip on her and allow her to move freely again.
   She almost falls over before she realizes she now has control of her limbs again. She slowly gets to her feet and looks at me with both awe and terror.
   "What are you?" She says, just a mere whisper.
   Hm...that question sounds familiar.
   I kneel down so that we are near eye level and smile warmly.
   "I am Mortifer. But you can call me Morty if you like."
   Her eyes seem to light up a little at this. "Morty." Her voice is so small. "I'm...Eight."
    "I am happy to have found you Eight." I say brightly. "Would you like me to take you away from here?" I ask.
   "A-away?" She seems confused.
   "Yes. You can come live with good people, and myself. We will take care of you and love you as you have never known. No one will hurt you like they did in that lab ever again."
   She seems deep in thought for a few moments before giving an answer.
   "Yes." She whispers, her eyes shining.
   My smile only grows at her response.
   "Then you will leave with me once this is all done."
   Just as I finished saying that the president and his little group made their way back over to us.
   "We will offer any assistance we can." The president starts. "But how do we know you will not come back to strike at us or even that you'll succeed in your task?"
   "My word." I reply without pause. "I give my word, and my word is proof."
   There is a short silence as I wait to see if anyone dares to challenge my honor. They seem to decide not to. The president just nods in affirmation.
   "I'll take my leave now. Soon I will send word asking for that which you vowed to aid me with."
   "Very well." The president replies simply.
   I begin walking to the doorway but stop, and turn to face Eight, extending my hand in welcome.
   "Come." I say gently. "Don't be afraid. It's time to go. Just like we talked about, okay?"
   It's the first smile I see on Eight's face as she hesitantly strides forward, almost disbelieving of what's actually happening, and places her little hand in mine.
   The adults look like they want to say something but decide against it.
   Wise choice.
   And with that I lead Eight out of the White House I had so thoroughly infiltrated.
   A full night I think.
   Yes. Definitely a full night.