I DO NOT OWN STRANGER THINGS. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE DUFFER BROTHERS. I LOVED SEASONS 1 AND 2 OF THIS SHOW. HOWEVER, I AND MANY OF THE FANS HAVE MOST LIKELY BEEN SPECULATING ABOUT EL & KALI'S "SIBLINGS." AS A RESULT, I HAVE DECIDED TO DO A STORY ABOUT ONE OF SAID SIBLINGS. THE FACE CLAIM FOR SEVEN IS LACHLAN WATSON.

Hawkins National Laboratory. Hawkins, Indiana. June 20, 1976.

The alarms kept blaring throughout Hawkins Lab as a boy ran though the halls like his life depended on it. Perhaps it was because it did. As the boy ran through the hallways, he stopped for a brief moment when he saw a window and his reflection glared back at him.

The boy had never known what he had looked like because he had never been given a mirror. He had a head of dark brown hair that had been buzzed almost down to the scalp. He had pasty white skin on account of never having been outside in the sun a day in his life. He wasn't fat at all, but he was not so skinny that he looked to be nothing but skin and bones either. The boy was wearing nothing but a typical hospital gown with nothing to cover his feet. He was fascinated by his looks and couldn't help but put his fingers to the mirror. The fascination was to be short lived however as 2 guards dressed in lab coats came around the corner and spotted the boy.

"Stop!" One of them exclaimed as they both approached the boy while brandishing stun guns in their hands. The boy began to back away because he'd had the stun guns used on him before and their pain was all too familiar to him. As he kept taking steps back, he saw a machine that was holding a large gallon of water. The boy decided to stand his ground and he reached out for the water. As the water swirled around, his nose began to bleed.

"Ah!" The boy exclaimed as the water broke out of the glass and went straight for the guards. It hit them with full force and it honestly felt like getting a hard blow to the chest. One of the guards was knocked back on his ass while the other was taken out when a blast water was slammed into his kneecaps like a battering ram.

"Shit!" The other guard yelled as he fell forward on his face. The boy took advantage of the guard's pain and kept running. He had never been in this area of the lab before and everything was strange to him. Finally after what seemed like hours of evading bad men and running through the halls, the boy finally found an exit door. However, sheets of metal were coming around it. The boy ran as fast as he could and crashed through the sheet glass before the metal closed. The alarms kept sounding off as the boy took off into the deep woods.

At this point, he could hear the sound of dogs barking which frightened him even more than he already was. The boy ran as fast as he could push himself. His feet were hurting from stepping on the ground, but he tried to ignore the pain as best he could. Finally, after what seemed lime yet another hour of painful running, the boy made it onto a stretch of road. He had never been on an actual road before and it felt hard underneath his bare feet. He slowly made his way onto the road, desperate to put as much distance as he could between himself and the bad men.

The boy walked a few feet until he saw a pick truck parked by the side of the road. The driver had stopped to take a piss and the boy saw that attached to the truck was a small green car. The boy was curious and went to the green car and gently opened the door to look inside. Unfortunately, the truck's owner was coming back and the boy quickly got into the car and closed the door. The man didn't notice the stowaway as he started up his truck and took off into the night. As the boy laid down in the back seat, the moonlight shined on his wrist, revealing a tattoo that had been there for as long as he could remember: 007.

WHERE WILL 7 GO? CHARACTER SUBMISSIONS WILL LAST UNTIL OCTOBER 1 OR UNTIL I DECIDE THAT I HAVE ENOUGH. PLEASE PM ME FOR THE FORM. I REALLY HOPE THAT I CAN DO THIS STORY. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.