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michelle by sir chloe
the party knew what happened to y/n and el at the lab. they knew what brenner did to them.
they knew the pain, the trauma and the memories they had to go through.
but it didn't stop them from dropping y/n.
maybe they were scared, maybe they left her for good, maybe because she was dangerous.
it wasn't her fault her powers hurt them.
flashback!
the party yelled at her, the veins in her arms pulsing black as she struggled to catch her breath.
she couldn't control what she was doing.
it hurt, so, so much.
el laid on the floor, unconscious with a small pool of blood around her stomach. mike ran to her, as did max, and held her, gripping onto her torso as he cried. y/n watched as he pulled her close.
y/n staggered back, her grey, cloudy eyes turning back to the teary and glossy colour they once were as she winced at the sight of her dying sister on the floor in her friends arms.
the veins in her arms decreased, the pain suddenly stopping.
but tears ran down her cheeks, staining her clothing as she watched the party try to wake her sister up.
y/n stepped forward, a shaky hand covering her mouth. "el..." she muttered.
mike looked up, his eyebrows furrowed in anger and eyes glossy and broken. "get away from her." he said through gritted teeth.
"mike- i-i.. i'm sorry-"
"no! she's dying! you did this!" he screamed. the room went empty, the party not daring to make eye contact with y/n.
he glared, "you are a monster from hell."
y/n let out a sob, the sudden realisation stabbing her in the chest.
a hole punched right though el's stomach: she did it with her own hand.
it was like the karma swallowed y/n whole.
she didn't mean too.
it was the demogorgon blood inside of her. it was eating her from the inside; controlling her.
