| eleven x mike | *~found again

Thanksgiving

   Eleven laughed. Mike, Karen, Ted, Nancy, and Eleven were all assembled at the table. A turkey symmetrically in the middle of the table, stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn, gravy, and peas on the side. Mike had a mouthful. Eleven was nearly done. All was well. Nancy sighed.
  "I'm ready for dessert." said Nancy. Everyone was finished except Eleven. She chowed down the last bits and Karen handed out a cherry pie. Everyone had a great time.

  "Yeah. Our food was good too, over." Will explained into the Walkie-Talkie. They had chatted for hours over their Thanksgiving dinner and et cetera. A ground-breaking bang was heard.
"Be right back.." Will mumbled. More bangs were heard.
"Uh.. Will?.." Mike waited for a response. None. Only static.
"We should check on him. Let's all meet at his house. Over." said Dustin, and they all paused to stop, and boarded on bike. They curved through the streets, criss-crossing through the streets.
  Their breath was hitched when they saw the flicker of the lights. Mike parked his bike as the others did the same, and they scampered in. Jonathan and Nancy were attacking the Demogorgon, and Joyce shivering behind them, towering Will. Nancy was shouting at the gang.
  "Guys, watch out!" Nancy yelled, shooting yet another bullet inside the Demogorgon's 'flower mouth'. Will had his hands on his ears, to muffle the shouting and bangs. The Demogorgon disappeared with a screech.
  "Thank god." Joyce muttered more to herself than Will. Jonathan and Nancy sat down.
  "Why was it here?" Joyce asked Eleven. Eleven glanced to Will, then Joyce. She gulped down what she was thinking. Mike fidgeted with his fingers. Lucas tapped his foot against the hard floor, and Dustin only watching.
  "Will — is special to them." She said.
  "I'm sorry — what?" Joyce had both the most confused and saddened face. Eleven sighed.
  "Even though the Demogorgon part was drained.. Demogorgons will still be attracted to him.. unless.." Eleven paused, staring at the ground, then locked eyes with Joyce. "He can use his power." Eleven sighed. Joyce bit her lip.
  "A power?.." said Joyce.
  "Shapeshifting." Eleven acknowledged. They all stood silent.

;; No new chapters for (probably) the whole week. I might add one, but chances are unlikely. I've also been running out of ideas but I will manage. There will be [a few] fillers as well. Something stupid like the Fair, a Carnival, a birthday, et cetera. But don't give up on me! The story isn't finished yet..