separate ways | enzo x reader

After we had been took out of the 'meal room', we were made to walk across the courtyard i had become so used to seeing from the dainty mirror in Enzo's room.

I think by now i had really just lost all hope of making it out of this prison alive. I think i had just lost all hope in general. We had no plan, no fire if thing was actually a demogorgen ; nothing.

I was trailing behind Hopper and Enzo as they seemed to be in some heated discussion. There's no point in trying to get through to them to stop whatever brawl was going on - they would't listen and i wouldn't be too surprised if he guards started shooting.

At this point, i was ready to let the demon creature kill me by now.

There was nothing we could do to try and stop it, or prolong our deaths. I was more upset at the fact that i wouldn't see Max anymore, or my mom. I know they might have already grieved my death or whatever by now, but the only tiny bit of optimism that was still keeping me going was the look on Max's face when she would have seen me, alive coming back home from this hell hole. I guess that opportunity's passed by now though.

However, i don't think dying would be that bad after all - i mean, i'm already going mad as it is ; hearing clock chimes that aren't even there. Yet there must be a meaning to all of that, maybe it was linked with the dream - who knows?

I shuddered at the thought of the creepy vision that entered my dream the night before, and snapped back into what was happing around me as i finally caught onto Hopper and Enzo's conversation.

"Then your not the farther" Hopper mocked laughing into Enzo's face.

I was letting slide the fact that he had lost all spirit to keep going - because so had i, but Hopper knew better than to insult someones child - especially Enzo's

"Hopper" i said stepping forward to try and at least make a dint in stopping the up roar coming.

This didn't stop him as Hopper just chuckled putting his hand out behind him to signal for me to stop. I looked over at Enzo in desperation - hoping he wouldn't escalate things, of course he had every right to, just not when there are shouty Russian guards around.

"You're drunk American, i would stop speaking unless you wish to die sooner" Enzo said in a low voice - eyes latched onto Hoppers in a cold glare ; but that didn't stop him from backing down.

"I can it doesn't matter i know i'm gonna die today, but guess what i know who i am and i know what i've done unlike you and these men who can't face the truth -" Hopper continued with humour in his voice - getting louder, as if this whole situation was a big joke.

But with the way Enzo was glaring at him, and the guard's voice getting louder and louder - if he didn't stop he would be very, very sorry about it because right now the guards and Enzo did not look the slightest bit happy.

"That you're the reason where in here , your gonna die today your son is not your son and your wife - i mean how will she feel when she see's you've traded her in for the younger model, because let's face it y/n is younge-"

"Hopper stop" i tried shouting over the voice's of the guards, and Hoppers humoured voice - but there was nothing i could do before Enzo's fist connected with Hopper's jaw.

What did he expect - he brought this on himself for some unknown reason, and quite frankly with the things he was saying , he deserved it.

The guard pushed me along with the rest of the prisoners back as the fight got out of hand, with them now attacking each other on the floor. I couldn't do anything even if i tried, i couldn't get passed the guard, and i wouldn't get through to either man. I was complete unless.