09 | He's Coming...

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WARNING; animal abuse/torture and death but nothing too graphic don't worry my friends.


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IT WAS THE NEXT DAY, EL AND LEVI WERE SITTING on the couch in the basement while Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were crowded around the small table talking

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IT WAS THE NEXT DAY, EL AND LEVI WERE SITTING on the couch in the basement while Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were crowded around the small table talking.

El has been fiddling around with Mike's radio, while Twelve was sat next to her with Ben and Klaus in his arms, having a conversation with the voice about how the boy would rather be trying to find Five, because as many times as the voice said that the missing boy was alive Twelve couldn't stop worrying for the boy.

Levi was scared to lose another close friend, even if the boy gained his first friend back in a weird way.

So here he was, listening to Lucas call him and El weirdo's, even though Levi didn't know what that really meant he still kind of felt offended, but he didn't want Lucas to hate him more than the boy already did so he kept his mouth shut and kept giving Lucas hesitant smiles every time he would look their way.

"We just tell our parents we have AV CLub after school. That'll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood." Twelve heard Mike say, Levi, lifted his head off the back of the couch to look at the group.

"You seriously think that the weirdos know where Will is?" Lucas questioned, glancing towards the two on the couch and rolling his eyes as Levi sends him yet another small smile.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" Mike stated.

"Okay."

"Did you get the supplies?" Mike asked Lucas nodded mumbling a small 'yeah.' before grabbing his backpack.

Twelve tuned out of their conversation, looking towards the girl next to him, nudging her leg slightly, El looks up at the boy with a concerned look.

"Okay?" El asked quietly, putting the radio in her hands on her lap.

Twelve smiled, glancing at the radio, before nodding towards it. "Will?"

El sighed, shaking her head. "No."

"I try?"

El raised an eyebrow, before giving the radio to Twelve and watches as the boy fiddles with it. El then looked away, gazing towards the group and focusing on their conversation leaving Levi in his own world.

Twelve furrowed his brows, turning the knob again, lift the radio to his ear, listening to the white noise carefully, gasping silently as he hears a faint voice. Not just any voice.

Five's voice.

"I know you're listening...Twelve or Eleven... I'm okay...We're okay... I'm coming.."

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