012-stranger things

Prologue

1975 was the year Oliva Brown disappeared. Oliva had been taken from her family and community and taken to Hawkins Lab, never to be seen again. Or would that really be the last time anyone in Hawkins saw the small four-year-old?

It all happened so fast. One minute, Oliva was in the lounge room playing with her toys; the next she was taken by men in white coats to a place she had never seen before.

"Never!" Oliva yelled at her parents as she sat at the dinner table, her arms crossed and a frown on her small face.

"Come on, Oliva, listen to mum and eat your Brussels sprouts," her father told her calmly. He had always been the more calm one of her parents, but being calm worked best with Oliva, which is why she was a daddy's girl.

"No," Oliva explained, her father sighing slightly as her mother huffed in frustration and anger.

"Do you want to go to your room?" Her mother asked, as she began to become more and more angry by the minute. Oliva quickly shook her head. "Then I suggest you eat your Brussels sprouts."

"No," the little four-year-old yelled at her mother, shacking her head.

"That's it! You want to act like a baby? Then I'll treat you like one! " Bella shouted as she picked Oliva up and carried her up to her room.

"Never!" Oliva yelled as she wiggled around in her mum's arm trying to get loose. "No, no, no."

Bella's arm was too tight around the young four-year-old, making Oliva yell and cry out in pain. The tears were streaming down her face. Brett began yelling at Bella to put Oliva down.

Bella made it up to Oliva's room. She placed Oliva down on the bed, just as Brett walked into the room. Bella was yelling at Oliva to be quiet. Brett came over and pulled Bella off of Oliva and then hugged Oliva trying to calm her down before walking over to Bella trying to calm her down, but instead of making her calmer, she pushed him over.

He stumbled over, losing his balance and hitting his head on the side of the cabinet. Bella stood still, scared of her actions, but that didn't last long as her anger set in again. She saw Oliva trying to crawl over to her dad.

"Look, look what you did!" she yelled at the small girl in front of her. Oliva was scared out of her mind as she tried to hide under her pillows. "This is all your fault, all of it!"

Oliva screamed the loudest she had ever screamed in her four years of life. The whole street lost power as the light above Bella dropped shattered, knocking her out too. Oliva sat still, shocked, scared and, most of all, confused.

She ran over to her dad, who was still lying motionless on the ground.

"Daddy wake up, please, daddy please wake up," she cried as she hugged her dad's still body. She didn't know what she should do. She moved slowly back over to her bed. Oliva starts to hear voices coming from down stairs. They start to move up the stairs and closer to Oliva's room. She quickly hides under the bed.

"Jesus," she heard a lady say before hearing a beeping sound coming from some sort of machine that the lady was holding.

"There's high electrical activity in here, sir, and it's coming from under the bed," a man said to someone as she heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the bed. Oliva closed her eyes tightly as she saw a man's foot at the end of her bed. He bends down, looking under the bed.

"Hey there, little one," a man with white hair and a wrinkly face with a large smile said as Oliva opened her eyes. "My name is Martin Brenner. What's your name?"

"O-Oliva," she spoke quietly, being very cautious of the man in front of her. She may not have known the man, but his smile was nice and inviting. She thought maybe he could help her dad.

"What happened here, sweetie?" he asked as he looked back at her dead parents laying on the floor.

"They're sleeping," she whispered as her hands began shacking in fear and worry.

"Can you come please?" he asked her. "I just want to talk to you." He put his hand out for her to take, but Oliva hesitantly looked from his hand to his face. "I won't hurt you."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

Little did Oliva know that he was going to break that promise one day in the near future.