Demogorgon X Reader

Jailbreak(not from the emoji movie)

Your pov

The screams of fear alerted me to the fact that El had come back, and was probably killing everyone in the laboratory. I saw Chelsea beaming beside me. 

"Oh this is gonna be fun," she said. 

A bald man in a lab coat went flying past the window of the office we were being held in, screaming like a siren. Then the door exploded into the office, booming loudly on the floor. My glorified boyfriend stood in the doorway, looking as smug and anticipating as a faceless man can be, except there was a taser string hanging off his shoulder. Eleven stood beside him, blood trickling out her nose. Being the crazy little creature she was, Chelsea ran up and embraced them both in a hug. 

"Alright, now let's get out of here!"

A gaggle of people were walking down the hallway towards us. Before they even spotted us, El held out her hand and jerked her head, breaking all their necks.

"Nice move," I purred to El, who gave a small smile. I went up to one of the dead agents and after rummaging through his belt for a moment, swiped his handgun, along with some extra bullets. A while back, my dad had taught me how to use a gun in case I needed to defend myself, and now I wouldn't be weaponless; Chelsea would have her bat, the demogorgon would have his bulletproof skin, El would have telekinesis and I would have a pistol.

We moved down the hallways, searching for an elevator. I had a vague idea of where one might be, but I was almost lost, and El had seen one, but she only semi remembered it. So we wandered the halls, occasionally jumped by armed soldiers, El killing them easily and the demogorgon standing in front of us and blocking the bullets when necessary. 

We reached a point when we stopped meeting armed agents, or anyone else. I was sort of suspicious, but I began to relax a bit at not being constantly harassed by a firing squad. That's when I learned never to relax when you're in Hawkins Lab. There was a flash of navy blue as one of the agents leaped out of a dark room to our side and before anyone could react, stabbed the demogorgon under the shoulder blade with what looked like a Swiss Army knife. Instantly, he spun and punched his attacker square in the face, causing a loud crack as the soldier's nose was broken. With a yell of pain, he crashed into the wall. Eleven raised her hand, and the agent began to choke, but I raised my hand to her in a signal to stop. Seeing red, I switched the fireguard off my gun and fired. I heard a screech as a bullet was fired into the man's gut. I fired again several times; shoulder, lung, lower chest. The agent was in a pool of blood by then, in critical condition but not dead. I shot him in the head and changed that.

When I turned back, everyone was gaping at me in shock. Chelsea's grip on her bat was loose and shaky, even El looked fazed and the demogorgon seemed obvious to the knife in his back. 

"I- I didn't know you could do that," Chelsea stammered. 

"No fucker gets to stab my boyfriend," I replied. "You of all people should know that by now."

"I guess."

After extracting the Swiss Army knife from said boyfriend's shoulder, I tore some fabric from the dead agent's shirt and wrapped it around the wound since he had ditched the gauze that had been around his neck. I was happy to discover that the elevator that we had been searching for was right ahead, and we sprinted over unchallenged, and went to ground level. 

There were very few people at the entrance area, as they were probably all needed upstairs to chase us down to prosecute and do tests on us. The few people who were there took one look at the demogorgon who was taller than anyone there and more fearsome, even after being doped, tested on and stabbed, accompanied by El's literal death stare, and they all ran out screaming with wet underwear. We had a clear shot to the exit. It was night outside, and the clean, non hazardous air beckoned me like a call through a loudspeaker. The chilly air wooshed into me, cleansing my lungs of the haphazardous chemicals of the Upside Down, and the antiseptic scent of Hawkins Lab. We didn't stop running until we reached the cover of the nearby forest behind Hawkins Lab. 

"We escaped," I said after a while. It seemed like such a relief, the Mind Flayer and his demonic henchmen well behind us, and out of the grasp of Hawkins Lab, at least for the moment. But then I realized, we're still screwed.