If you see any mistakes, don't hesitate to point the out. I would appreciate if you could.
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(The next day)
[General P.O.V]
Arlo was walking down the streets when he noticed the movie theatre panel having been spraypainted. The following words were written in bold crimson red "Starring Nancy the slut wheeler."
"Damn, what did this Nancy do to catch all this smoke," He muttered to himself.
'Well it's none of my business, I'll let the angry teens sort out their crap by themselves.' he thought.
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(Twenty minutes later)
Arlo arrived infront of the lab, swiped his access card and entered whilst warmly greeting any scientist that he met on his way. Brenner had shown him around before, allowing the reincarnator to know exactly where he needed to be; the office.
"Hello there Dr Brenner," he greeted.
"Come on in, take a seat." The man responded.
"Sooo... doc, what are we doing today?"
"Nothing to hard. For one there will be less action and more experimenting."
"I see."
"Now, we have seen that the constructs that you have shown yourself capable of bringing to life are rather durable. Do you have any idea of how durable they are, and if so; tell me by giving examples of what they have withstood." The scientist demanded.
"I know that even if I were at a half of my power (not really half because levels are exponential. Just 8.5 defence), I could withstand a couple firetrucks slamming at full speed into it without taking any damage. It's very durable." The 17 year old explained.
"Okay, meaning at least 11 Megajoules of energy." The scientist mumbled whilst taking notes.
"So you're saying that if I doubled that amount of energy and placed it inside your barrier before detonating it, your barrier would be able to withstand the explosion?" The grey haired man finally questioned
"Yes, of course."
"Okay then, what exactly can you do with this barrier; what shapes can you create does it have any special properties other than just being a hard surface."
"Well, I can create spherical shapes. Things like domes, entire spheres, and disks. To answer your other question, it does have other abilities. it glows, can reflect the damage it takes and amplify that reflection. I haven't really explored how far I can go with it though so maybe I do have other abilities I just don't know about yet." The blonde teen descibed in detail.
"I see... interesting."
*knock** knock*
"You may enter."
A man wearing a black suit and a tie came to through the door.
"Sir, we found her,"
Arlo's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Found who?" He inquired from the man at the entrance of the office.
"Don't worry about it kid," the man answered
The teen was about to respond untill the oldest in the room beat him to it.
"Arlo, I will tell you later. But at the moment I must quickly attend to the matter. You stay here, someone is going to come for you within the next few minutes." He uttered calmly before hurriedly leaving the room marching at a fast pace.
17-year-old nodded dumfoundingly before making himself comfortable in the chair whilst pondering, "her? Who is her?"
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-Wheeler household-
[General P.O.V]
"That's better," Mike said to Eleven, breaking the silence. Noticing his friend looking in the mirror at her hair, he continued.
"You don't need it," he assured
"Still pretty?" Eleven questioned, finally talking.
"Yeah!" he sputtered. "Pretty... really pretty"
"El?"
"Yes," she answered.
"I'm happy you're home."
"Me too." She smiled lightly at him before they both leaned in for what seemed to be a kiss.
*Door being slammed*
"Guys," Dustin interrupted. "It's Lucas, I think he's in trouble."
They headed towards the radio that was making weird noised.
"Do you remember how he said he was looking for the gate?" Dustin asked his friend.
"Yeah."
"Well what if he found it?"
*Radio speaking Gibberish*
"What's he saying?"
"I don't know." Dustin explained. "He's way out of range."
....Son of a bitch
"Lucas if you can hear us slow down." Mike urged. He continued; "We can't understand you."
I copy, do you?!! They know about Eleven! Get out of there!!! They know about Eleven!!!
The ...ad ...n are coming!!! All of them!! Do you hear me?!? THE MAD HEN ARE COMING!!!!
"Mad hen? Is that some kind of codename or something?" The kid with cleidocranial dysplasia
... B... men!! Bad men!!!
"Bad men," Mike suddenly realized before looking at Dustin. "Bad men!"
"Stay here," Mike told Eleven who listened without question.
The pair of boys quickly rushed out of the basement towards the window with only one goal in mind; to confirm a certain theory of theirs.
"What is that guy doing?" Mike asked Dustin
"You don't think...?"
Mike quickly ran into the kitchen where his mother was on the phone.
"I know she and Steve have been spending some time together..."
"Mom!"
"Well is-is he home maybe you..."
"MOM!"
"... could ask him?- I'm sorry can you just hold on for a second." Karen Wheeler, Mike's mother, asked her correspondent on the phone before berating her son.
"Michael," she looked at him sternly. " I'm on the phone, I've told you a million times-"
"Did you schedule any repairs?" The kid finally asked her, confusing her greatly.
"What?"
"Is there anyone supposed to come and do repairs on the house?" the twelve-year old insisted.
Whilst they're conversation was going on, Dustin was still looking out of the window, witnessing a number of new vans arriving at the scene. Seeing this new developpment, he panicked before closing the window curtains and rushing towards the kitchen.
"Well I don't understand, is there something wrong-"
"No. Mom. Nothing's. Wrong-"
"Mike!" Dustin interrupted but was ignored.
"One second-"MIKE!!" Dustin shouted once more, conveying the urgency in his voice he continued in a more calm manner.
"We need to leave. Now," he stated before rushing off, his friend doing the same.
Karen seeing what was going on, more confused and annoyed than ever by the lack of complicity of her son, yelled on last time:
"Michael!"
The kid finally turned around to face her. "If anyone asks where I am; I've left the country." he finally stated before rushing out of the house.
"What?!?"
The rest happened too fast for for their brains to comprehend, driving their bicycles through Cornwallis road, to Elm and Cherry whilst an entire convoy of vans was after them. Even witnessing their friend Eleven's powers on full display as she hoisted one of the vehicles at their pursuit into the air to not only free up and escape path but it's also to block off those chasing them.
It was only after that they finally had a little peace, hiding in a scrap yard full of abandoned vehicles such as cars and even a school bus. Waiting patiently for what would happen next.