Little Do We Know || A Stranger Things Fanfiction

Pissed

"Boys?"

"Hey." Lucas mutters.

"Oh... Maya... you look diff-"

"All clear..." my voice fades as I round the corner. 

Mr. Clarke is standing in front of my friends. 

"Hello Mr. Clarke." I mutter.

"Um... assembly's about to start." Mr. Clarke informs us.

"We know. We're just, you know..." Mike looks down.

Lucas does a weird snicker. "Upset." 

"Yeah, definitely upset." Dustin agrees.

"We need some alone time." I blurt.

"To cry..." Dustin adds.

"Yeah, listen... I get it. I do. I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then..." Mr. Clarke pulls out the AV Room keys. "The Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day. What do you say? I don't believe we met. I'm terribly sorry for mistaking you for Maya. What's your name?"

"Like it's a bad thing." I mutter.

"Eleven-"

"Eleanor! She's my, uh-" Mike starts.

"Cousin." I finish.

"Second cousin." Dustin clarifies.

"She's here for Will's funeral." Mike explains.

"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor. I wish you were here under better circumstances." Mr. Clarke says.

"Thank you." El says.

"Uh, where are you from exactly?" Mr. Clarke asks.

"Bad place-" El starts.

"Sweden!" Dustin yells.

"We have a lot of Swedish family." Mike and I say in unison.

"She hates it there." Dustin says.

"Cold!" Lucas adds.

"Subzero." I put in.

"Shall we?" Mr. Clarke asks.

"Yep." Lucas jumps from the door and we follow Mr.Clarke to the auditorium.

We burst through the doors, and everyone pauses, turning their eyes onto us.

"Abort." Dustin whispers, turning around. Lucas pushes him into the auditorium, and we make our way to the bleachers.

***

"Hey! Hey! Hey, Troy! Hey, Troy!" Mike yells.

Troy stops and turns around. 

"You... you think this is funny?" Mike asks.

"What'd you say, Wheeler?" Troy spits.

"I saw you guys laughing over there. And I think that's a real messed up thing to do." Mike stands his ground.

"Didn't you listen to the counselor, Wheeler? Grief shows itself in funny ways." Troy's goon says.

"Besides, what's there to be sad about, anyway? Will's in fairyland now, right? Flying around with all the other little fairies. All happy and gay!" Troy sneers, then imitates a fairy.

Troy and his buddy turn and start to walk away. Mike's nostrils flare, and he rushes behind Troy and pushes him to the ground.

"Oh my God." I gasp.

"You're dead, Wheeler! You and you're sister!" Troy growls, getting up and running towards Mike.

Suddenly he freezes. He struggles to move, as if he's a statue. Suddenly I look down, and liquid flows down Troy's leg. 

"Oh my God, he's pissing himself!" I laugh.

Lucas, Dustin and I look at El. Her nose is bleeding, and I can tell she's making it happen. Everyone begins to laugh, and Troy looks like he's going to die. Mike turns to El, and she smiles.

"Holy shit."

"Ha!"

"Oh my God!"

"Hey, what's going on here?" the principal rushes over, and I grab Mike and run after El and the others.

***

We rush into the AV room, locking the door behind us.

"Come on."

El sits in front of the Heathkit and closes her eyes.

"Now what?" I ask.

"She'll find him. Right El?" Mike assures us. 

 Mike turns the machine on and we wait. There are some static sounds.

"She's doing it! She's finding him!" Mike exclaims.

"This is crazy." Dustin says. 

"Calm down. She just closed her eyes." Lucas says.

Suddenly the light above us bursts, and goes out.

"Holy..." I start.

There's some clanging.

"What is that?" Dustin asks.

The radio begins tuning, and the clanging intensifies.

"Mom?" Will cries over the radio.

"No way!" Lucas yelps.

"Mom... Please..." Will's voice begins to fade.

"Will! It's us!"

"Are you there?"

"Can you hear us?"

"We're here!"

"Hello? Mom?" Will's voice gets louder.

"Why can't he hear us?" Lucas yells.

"I don't know!" Mike yells back.

"It's like home, but it's so dark... it's so dark and empty. And it's cold! Mom? Mom!" Will sounds scared... terrified.

"Ahh!"

The Heathkit explodes into flame and the fire alarm goes off.

"Oh my God!" I yell, grabbing the fire extinguisher and spraying it onto the machine.

"El, are you okay?" Mike cries, grabbing El.

"Oh!"

"Can you move?" Mike yells over the alarm.

There's a pause, then Mike grabs her arm. "Here, help her up."

The drag her off the chair, and Dustin grabs her feet. I follow along, anxiously.