Don't Be Afraid (Stranger Things Fanfiction)

Calm Before the Storm

One year later...

Seven's P.O.V.

I burst out of my bed in a cold sweat, shaking and breathing heavily.

"You okay Seven?" I hear Ten call out from the next room. This was not the first time this has happened.

"I'm fine!" I yell back, then in a lower tone, "Just the dream again. Go back to sleep."

I hear her settle back into her bed after a brief hesitation. Good, I don't need to worry her with this for the hundredth time. I sigh, and step in front of the mirror, taking in my reflection, and shudder at the dream's memory.

I was holding the enemy back on the field of battle. They had come with fire...so much fire. Still, I had known their time was short. The shear amount of numbers we had to call upon was beyond the counting, but, for the moment, they were advancing. Some of them had these powerful grey weapons, that reminded me of the ones we'd received from the Dark One. Just like ours they were capable of severing nearly anything and everything.

It didn't matter though because none of them had been prepared for my lightning. I forced them to fall back and take cover, until the brute with that terrible grey axe charged in solo, deflecting parts of my lightning with his weapon. Despite his resilience, I eventually force him to his knees, but as I fire a killing strike I see the air around him blur. My lightning smacks into a sort of invisible wall.

That's when I hear a cry of challenge and outrage from another warrior on the battlefield. She has long, flowing golden hair, a shining bracelet adorning her wrist, and an elegant spear clasped in one hand as she makes her way straight to me.

I shake off another shudder as I mentally force myself to dismiss what came next.

It's only a dream Seven. It's only a dream.

If only.

I make myself crawl back into bed and close my eyes, but the problem with that is it doesn't block out any sort of thoughts. My face twitches as I remember one of the first chilling things those 'scientists' had told me...

The ones before you have failed, and have, as such, been decommissioned. This will not happen to you, because you will become strong.

I learned that strong meant powerful back then. Through a little time, my little electric touch evolved into something so much more. I remember reading one of the few books they had permitted me to read about weather. The thunderstorms had greatly captured my attention back then, forming a single goal, one desire at the time.

I can do better than that.

It was a full year before the chaos erupted that landed me in this world, that I had discovered my precognitive abilities. I had kept my new powers secret from the scientists, choosing not to tell them of the one day when their reckoning would come.

I had been ready when the Dark One sent Denise after me, coming willingly into the fold, knowing the power and authority that would be given to me.

It was only recently that'd I'd begun to see the axe-wielding brute and the golden-haired spear warrior. I wonder for the first time if I had chosen the wrong side.

I shake this off, knowing such thoughts lead to nothing. I am what I am. The Dark One would be too powerful to spurn anyway. Plus...

My visions had always come true.

Meaning this would happen one way or another. This was how the story ended for me.

I clench my blanket tightly in my hands as I come to terms with this again, resolve forming where doubt was before.