Mike/Twelve: A Stranger Things fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

Will's Different

I'm different. it's killing me. 

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Wills POV

I can't do this anymore. I'm different. It's killing me. I know what happened to Mike but I can't tell anyone. I wish I could, it would make them so happy to know he's alive. They would also be sad though, knowing he's in such terrible conditions. They would ask me how I know. I can't tell them. It would break their hearts. Not even my mom knows. "I'm just going to A.V. Club mom" I tell her that everyday before I go to school. I quit A.V. Club. I had to. I miss it though. All the boys are confused why I did it. 

Everyday I go somewhere I wish I didn't have to. Hawkins National Laboratory.

Mike's POV

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I'm walking down the corridors of  Hawkins National Laboratory. I'm in my hospital gown. Today I have to kill a man. Leonardo Di'Cattrio. I find his last name weird. I really don't want to kill him though. I've never even met him. Or seen a picture of him. He knows information though. Of course they would kill him. I wish they wouldn't. He could leak information and save me.

I'm pushed into a room. The same room it always is. Split in half. Divided by glass. Thin, thin glass. I see Leonardo strapped to a chair. He's wearing a cat sweater, cat pants, and fuzzy cat slippers. He looks like Leonardo Di'Capprio. (The way he looks in titanic, same age as titanic also) I see he's obsessed with cats. 

He might be fun to kill. 

"Twelve, you know what to do. Kill him." I heard Brenner say this through the glass. He said it into a microphone that is connected to a radio in my side of the room. The radio is on the wall. 

"No, Please don't do this!" Leonardo is begging. He's begging me. He's begging me not to kill him. I never imagined this happening. Someone begging me not to kill them. Begging me of all people. But I'm different now. I can kill someone instantly. Anyone instantly. 

"You would be way more convincing if you weren't decked out in cat clothes. Do you think anyone is going to believe you Leo. Do you really. If you tell someone they won't believe you. They would think you're crazy. Who would believe a man who is only wearing articles of clothes with cats on them. They would think you've lost you'remind. There is no point in begging. You're fate is sealed. You got yourself into this. You're the one that found out. It's such a shame. Your so young. You could have done great things. But anyways, back to the nub of the matter."

Everyone was shocked by what I said. I've never said anything like that. I meant what I said. But by saying that I think I'm going crazy. I enjoyed saying it though. I am going crazy. Insane. Time for the Killing.

I looked at him. Leo. Leonardo. Leonardo Di'Cattrio. He is such a failure. Or should I say, was.

He started screaming. I was torturing him. Hurting him without killing him. Bringing up past memories of failure and betrayal. A smile was plastered on my face the whole time. He started bleeding. Bleeding out of his nose. His ears. Mouth. Even eyes. His screams were like music to my ears. Killing him was so enjoyable.

He finally collapsed. The torture was too much for him. Every one was shocked. The guards were shocked. The scientists were shocked. But Brenner was fascinated. Dr. Brenner was fascinated with his creation. Eleven could never do that. She could never torture people. She could only kill them She couldn't torture because she didn't want to. But I did. I needed to torture someone. To let out all of my pain.