I never gave up. (Mike wheeler x reader)

➿(Introduction)➿

I bolt out into the street hearing sirens and dogs behind me. They're here for me. Only me. Why won't they get that. Ben won't stop. He will protect me at all costs. That's something I don't get. Why? Why risk your life for another. You either kill yourself or both of us. Although he has powers, as I do but I'm not that strong, he can't protect me forever. I do appreciate bens help. I look over and see Ben running with me. I smile I'm somewhat happy he's here with me. We get to a slope I thought I could run down but failed at that. I start rolling down the hill getting dirt and mud all over my hospital gown. He goes to help me up when a shot seemed to be heard. Blood scattered all over my face. The blood of my fallen partner. I turn him over and caress his face.
Although I may have great grammar in my head I somehow can't speak as I think. Odd I know.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. A small smile comes on his face but soon fades away to a blank white expression. The people who were searching for me came around me forming a circle. I stand up pissed out of my mind.

"Subject 004!" I yelled pointing to Ben. All the men drop to one knee. I feel the power rise in me. I scream as loud as possible leaving a shock wave that flew the guys away from me. I start running leaving the others to die. I find myself in a road. I won't break. I will not cry.

"Guys-guys! Look!" A young boy yelled. My eyes go wide when I see a group of 4 boys riding bikes riding up to me. My eyes go wide.
"She's like eleven!" The boy yells again.

"Eleven!?" I ask with a smile.
"You know eleven?"

"Yeah... yeah." Another boy commented. He sounded different. Like he was missing teeth or something.

"Subject 005." I said pointing to the print on my arm. The main boy nodded. He had dark black hair and brown eyes, his skin was light. Another boy with a darker tone of skin stood in the back with a camo bandana on his head. It reminded me of home. My dad use to be a soldier. Or so I remember.
A boy with a hat on and the lisp stood in the back with his bike. He had dirty blond curly hair.
Then there was this other boy. He had a smile but seemed sick. Usually I can tell when something's not right with something. Something's definitely wrong with him. I walk slowly to the sick looking boy. I place my hand on his cheek and give him a concerned look.

"Sick." I said turning to the other boys. They give weird glances to one another then back to me.

"Will, you feeling alright?" The boy with the lisp asked. The boy they call Will moved my hand away and coughed.

"I'm good." Will smiled.
He's lying. He doesn't want the others to know he's infected. With a serious virus.

"I'm Dustin!" The boy with the dirty blond hair said sticking out his hand. I look at his hand confused. What was he trying to do? Hurt me? What is the world.

"It's-its a handshake." The black haired boy said walking over to us. He takes my hand from my side and places it in Dustin's. Dustin chuckled and shakes our hands.
"I'm mike. Short for Michael." Mike greeted while raising his hand. He liked his lips a little and then grabbed my hand again.
"Handshake. Remember." He shakes our hands.
I nod

"Handshake." I say.

"Yup. I'm Lucas." The boy with the bandana introduced himself. I smile and shake his hand.

"Handshake." I smiled. Handshake. That's cool.

"I'm 5." I put out my hand in the middle of the boys. They all stick out their hands and pile them on top of each other's. I giggle.

"Everyone raise your hand on three. One. Two. Three!" Mike yelled as we all raised our hands.

"Friends." I asked them all.