She Returns/They Call Him 012

Chapter Two: Awakening

Mike

After the whole crazy "Twelve" thing, I almost forgot about the BSTD. I woke up El, who fell asleep watching The Brady Bunch reruns on the couch. "Hey." I grinned over her. "The dance is today." She smiled. It was Tuesday, so our parents and siblings were still away. And I didn't expect Nancy to walk into the house...

She walked into the living room, confused and excited and overwhelmed.

"YOU FORGOT TO TELL ME MY GIRL WAS BACK!!" Nancy exclaimed, hugging her.
"Missed Nancy." Eleven said.

It was about 2:00 by then, so I went downstairs to see Will. He had been down there, alone, for hours. "Hi bro." I punched his arm playfully.
The Millennium Falcon was floating in the air. "Whoa. Is that you man?" I asked him, and he shook his head. I looked behind the couch, and found El.

She was wearing a midnight blue, knee-length dress, glittery black high heels, pink lip gloss, black headband, and a sparkly black jean jacket. She smirked and wiped her nosebleed.

"Pretty?" she asked, whilst still controlling the Falcon. "Not pretty..." I responded,

"Gorgeous." Will finished. I could see him admiring her. "Back off, she's mine." I joked. Will laughed back. Then, my hand raised in air, and slapped my own cheek. Eleven laughed, and Will wiped his nosebleed.
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Time flew by, and we five spent it playing board games, watching movies, and screwing with El & Will's powers. Once it was time to leave for the dance, we hopped into the limo, excited for lemonade, fruit punch, photo booths and raffles. I took El by the hand and onto the dance floor. As we were jamming out, I heard them.

"Hey freakshow," Troy said, "you finally had the guts to come out here with your creepy ass girlfriend." And then, El said exactly what I was thinking, "Mouthbreathers."

Eleven

The Mouthbreathers insulted us. I was angry. I was finally back, home from the Upside Down, and they had to come and wreck it. The louder one took Will, and held him in a chokehold.

"Hey, leave him alone." Mike ordered.

"Oh, let go of the little lost boy," louder one glared down at Will, "oh, can't find your mommy, huh?" I mustered up energy and threw Louder against the wall, injuring him. "Out." I stated, and they ran, as fast as they could, so we returned to dancing.

Dustin

Once we got rid of the bullies, we could get back to everything and everyone. I hated those shitty ass guys. Doing everything they could to hurt El, Mike, and everyone around them. We were fed up a long time ago.

"Okay, kids," I teacher said from the stage, "time for-" he was about to finish, when a white-haired man ran in.

Eleven

"Papa?!" I screamed. I charged towards him, but felt Mike holding me back. Only for all the right reasons.

"El, hold back," he whispered, "they've got guns." "Guns?" I asked. He pointed three fingers to his temple.

"Danger." He said, I nodded. He took my arm and we all ran to what they called "the art room". They pushed the tables and chairs to the door, blocking all those who could come in. I heard someone knock multiple times.

"011?! 011?!"

Will

I hadn't heard his voice in a long time. When I did, it triggered some kind of memory. I saw myself yelling again. The papers flying, the Monster, the Upside Down, and the white-haired man.

"Twelve." Eleven said again, louder and with more stamina. She took my arm.

"Run, Twelve." She whispered. "Where do a run to?" I whispered back. She pointed a bony finger towards a tall cabinet. She pointed again towards another cabinet.

"Pick." She stated. I ran towards the first, and closed the door. For a few minutes, all I saw was d̶a̶r̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶.