Eleven/Mike, Scene 001
Sep. 2nd, 2016 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eleggoTime moves differently in the Upside Down. Without the sun's warmth the night seems endless and unforgiving. Eleven has been here so long that she's lost all sense of day and only rests for extremely short periods of time. Those moments have become her saving grace, despite the dangers of falling asleep, because it's there that she's with her friends again.
El didn't grow up in a normal cookie-cutter household, so those few days spent in Mike's basement were her only glimpse of family life. And even though it was only a few days, she found solace in those memories. Before she fell asleep, her arms curling around legs, tiny body forming a protective ball, she remembered the sights and sounds of the basement.
But most of all she remembered Mike and the way he made her feel. Safe, happy, and content. Those words had been meaningless before meeting him and her new friends. Now, they were the only thing keeping her alive.
Well, that and her unique abilities. Without them she would have been ripped to shreds by now.
Eleven can hear sense them now. They move like deadly shadows through the dark trees and haze. Her only water source tastes foul. There is no food. She's still in Nancy's pink dress, but it's covered in black muck and torn in several places. The same thick black gunk coats her long, thin legs. Her face is a mask of darkness.
She still has on Chief Hopper's plaid but it's coated in mud and is ripped up one side. El is crouching behind a large tree, her breath coming out in short plumes of smoke. It's so cold here. Even colder than the lab.
Suddenly it springs, all snapping jaws and spidery limbs. It lunges at Eleven, but she cuts to the left in time. Pivoting on her heel she begins to sprint. The branches swipe at her arms and legs, threatening to trip her at any moment, but she keeps running.
The baby Demogorgon gives chase, but Eleven is ready, leading it straight into a trap.
El didn't grow up in a normal cookie-cutter household, so those few days spent in Mike's basement were her only glimpse of family life. And even though it was only a few days, she found solace in those memories. Before she fell asleep, her arms curling around legs, tiny body forming a protective ball, she remembered the sights and sounds of the basement.
But most of all she remembered Mike and the way he made her feel. Safe, happy, and content. Those words had been meaningless before meeting him and her new friends. Now, they were the only thing keeping her alive.
Well, that and her unique abilities. Without them she would have been ripped to shreds by now.
Eleven can hear sense them now. They move like deadly shadows through the dark trees and haze. Her only water source tastes foul. There is no food. She's still in Nancy's pink dress, but it's covered in black muck and torn in several places. The same thick black gunk coats her long, thin legs. Her face is a mask of darkness.
She still has on Chief Hopper's plaid but it's coated in mud and is ripped up one side. El is crouching behind a large tree, her breath coming out in short plumes of smoke. It's so cold here. Even colder than the lab.
Suddenly it springs, all snapping jaws and spidery limbs. It lunges at Eleven, but she cuts to the left in time. Pivoting on her heel she begins to sprint. The branches swipe at her arms and legs, threatening to trip her at any moment, but she keeps running.
The baby Demogorgon gives chase, but Eleven is ready, leading it straight into a trap.
