Papa's little girl

Chapter 3- The Wheelers

"I know. I know who you are 15. You are powerful, you are special."

*6 months later*

I woke up a month later and kept being tortured by bolts and I kept killing each scientist. I had drawn up a map of the lab. I traced the scar on my neck and the scar on my arm that was black. I stroked the scar on my arm. "Do not worry. I will be free today." I whispered. Suddenly, my door opened. "Time for the ropes darling." said Papa. I ran past him and said "Set him on fire." I managed to create a ring of fire around him and whenever someone tried to catch me I said "Set him on fire." And a ring of fire appeared around their feet. Whenever they tried to step over it the flames would become higher and higher until they were in a tunnel of fire. I ran out of the doors and checked my arm that could tell me the date, it said June 17th 1984 but I was suddenly grabbed by something.

I noticed that there were particles of dust all throughout the air and my vines were covering everything. I saw a giant creature that had six arms and with two arms on the end. "You don't scare me!" I screamed. "I have been through more than you could ever imagine." It spoke in a deep, raspy voice. "I know. I know who you are 15. You are powerful, you are special." "Yes. Yes I am. So why do you want me?" I said with fake-confidence. "You do not lie. I like you." Suddenly I was flung out on to a road.

I stood up and saw a sign Welcome to Hawkins. Oh no. I thought. What if Papa sent out a search team for me? Who I am going to hide with? I looked at my arm October 25th 1984. What? I was gone for over four months? I started running along the road until I reached a building, opened the door and ran into a big bulky man with a badge and a beard. "You alright kid?" He asked. "Fine." "You sure? You don't look it. Where are your parents?" "I don't have parents." "How old are you?" "Seventeen." "What's your name?" "Fifteen." "I thought you said you were seventeen." He said, raising an eyebrow. "Seventeen but my name is fifteen." "I'll be keeping an eye on you, kid." I nodded and walked out. I looked around frantic. Where was I going to stay? I have no money and who wants to adopt me? I ended up running into a kid who looked no older than thirteen. "Hey, are you alright?" "Fine, any free places here in Hawking?" I asked. "Do you mean Hawkins? Nah, I don't think there are any free places to stay. You could stay at mine though." suggested the boy. "Oh, I'm Mike, by the way, Mike Wheeler." said Mike, holding his hand out.  "Thank you Mike Wheeler." "Just call me Mike." "You ride?" I said, noticing that he had a bike. "What? Oh, my bike, yeah. Here, this is my house." It was a large house with perfect green grass out the front. "Don't just stand there. Come in." said Mike, practically dragging me by the hand. He opened the door and there was a woman standing there. "Who's this Mike? Is she a girl from school?" asked the woman. "No Mum. She has nowhere to stay and I offered for her to stay here." "Did you run away from a hospital sweetie?" I was as tall as the woman. "No." "So why are you dressed like that? Are you getting ready for Halloween?" "These are my clothes." " Please mum, can she stay? Please!" begged Mike. "Fine, but the last time you had a girl here everything went topsy turvey. This time just make sure it doesn't happen again." "Yes, mum."

Mike turned me and said "Come on, I'll show you the basement. There are some people I want you to meet." I looked at him, horrified. "No, don't worry. They're nice, alright?" Mike looked at me with caring eyes. I nodded. "Hey guys! I think I've found someone for our party." "Mike, honestly, I feel like you're always trying way too hard to make up for her death. First you think we should get a puppy and then you suggest that we should extend our party but we haven't done that either. I understand you miss her but bringing another person to the party? I mean come on." said a boy. "Come down. It's okay, come down the stairs. They won't hurt you." "Mike?" I said, nervous. "It's alright." I walked down the stairs and saw a boy with a cap and super curly hair and another one with dark skin and shaved hair. "Sit on the couch. It's comfy. It's alright." said Mike. I nodded and sat down on a yellow patterned couch. "She looks like-" said the boy with the curly hair.  "Yeah, El, I know." "She's got the shaved head." said the boy with the dark skin. "El?" I asked. "A friend of ours. Have you got friends?" The boy with the dark skin hit the boy with the curly hair. "Dustin! You don't say things like that!" "Hey! I'm just trying to make conversation!" "Sister." "What?" said Mike. "Sister." "Do you have a sister?" asked the boy with the curly hair. I nodded. "I'm Dustin. Like the song Dust In the Wind." "Dust in the wind? Seriously?" said Mike. "Dust In the Wind?" I asked. "Don't confuse her. I'm Lucas. Lucas Sinclair." said the boy called Lucas holding his hand out for me to shake it. "Fifteen." "That's how old you are?" asked the boy called Dustin. I shook my head and pointed to myself. "Fifteen." "Is she El's sister? She could be! Look, they've both got shaved heads and numbers for names! You can't tell me that's a coincidence, guys." said Dustin. "I hate to agree with Dustin on this one but I think he's on to something." said Lucas. "Can we have a look at your arm?" said Dustin, reaching for my arm. "Why?" I asked. "We just want to see if you have something our friend had. Is that alright, Fifteen?" asked Mike. I hesitated but nodded. Dustin slowly pulled up my sleeve and saw my tattoo: 1-015. "I told you! She's got the exact same thing as El. They have got to be related." "Or they might've been tortured together." suggested Mike. "Have you got powers?" asked Lucas. "Fear." I said. "What?" said Lucas. "What are you scared of? Fear." I asked Lucas. "Snakes." "Pillow." "You're scared of pillows?" "No. Can I use the pillow?" "Yeah, sure of course." I slowly but surely turned the pillow into a large snake. "Get it away from me! Get it away from me!" screamed Lucas. I set the snake on fire and it shrivelled up. "Phew." "That was epic, Fifteen." said Dustin, laughing. "Not for me, it wasn't." "Oh, get over it Lucas. Besides, we can't just keep calling her Fifteen, I doubt she evens likes that name." said Mike. "y/n." I said. "What?" I pointed to myself. "y/n" "Is that your real name?" asked Mike. "No. Fifteen." "Guys, I think she made that name up for herself." "That's all well and good Mike, but she still needs a nickname for Fifteen." said Lucas.