Stranger Things one shots

3. Rapunzel, Rapunzel Let Down Your d&d boxes (part 1)

Here's an AU where Eleven speaks English very well and is a badass knight.
(Eleven's pov)

I had set a quest to save one of the most handsome princes in the land. After escaping an evil man that had kept me captive for 10 years, I would save all those who were trapped or held as a prisoner. Not to boast, but most of the land is now free because of me. I now have to save a prince held captive by a witch. A Monster that had stolen a child that went by the name, the Mind Flayer.

That bitch is going to feel the wrath of what I can do.

I had heard only tales of what the prince had looked like. He was given as a baby by the Mind Flayer who had offered the king and queen a way to save their kingdom. He was kept in a tower for safekeeping, which no one dare goes near. However, few had gotten glimpses of the boy when he opened the tower's windows. A young man, around the age of 14. He was seen with dark, raven hair and wondering eyes that glistened under the sunlight.

I walked for days, sometimes stopping to hunt for food, or pick berries from nearby bushes. Twice I was spotted by one of them. The demo dogs.

Oh yeah, did I mention the reason that no one tries to free the prince is that the Mind Flayer sends out little creatures to protect him?

Well, they do. My friend Dustin, who was a scientist, had discovered them first, giving them a name after a child's game. They're faceless demons with rings of dangerously sharp teeth, usually drenched with blood and wet saliva oozing out of an orifice.

One had killed my stepfather.

I will destroy all of them.

I came out of a hiding place and they turned to look at me. Their body was covered in dried blood. More people dead. More stepfathers dead.

More families are broken.

I raised a hand and concentrated. My hand felt slightly heavier. Like I was holding a much smaller version of the beast. My eyes burned into its soul. Or at least, the empty place where it should be. I felt my face heat up and a bead of sweat trickled down my neck.

A drop of warm blood started to flow from my nose. Not as much as usual, for it was only one. A pack would cause me to have quite a large nosebleed.

I swung my arm to the right and the demo dog flew through the air. It landed 15 meters away from where it once stood. It groaned twice then played there, dead.

I used to hate killing. I still do, honestly. But once you kill, it becomes easier to kill again. Dustin's mentor, WD something or other, created a theory called Level Of Violence, or LOVE.

I suddenly heard hard panting behind me. 2 more had arrived. And they looked famished.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a nearby tree with my telekinesis, and threw it at them. It launched them so far deep in the forest that I couldn't see. I wiped the blood that had formed right above my upper lips. A smear of red was most likely prominent on my face.

I started sprinting away, hoping the demon dogs would not dare to chase after. I panted heavily after a couple of minutes of running. My feet ached, but they have been aching for the past 5 days.

Brambles full of thick thorns clouded what would be my exit. I closed my eyes and forced them apart in the motion of someone spreading doors apart. A small hole that I might be able to fit through was created. I quickly dashed through and was greeted by the sight of my destination.

  A tower made of rocks and stone was shrouded at the base by thick vines. Moss covered most of the stones in the direction I was facing.

Yup. There was my destination. Also about two hundred demo dogs.