Transported// a stranger things fanfic

They never stop coming

"Oakley! Run, hurry!" Oakley cant see anything except the trees when they appear 5 feet in front of her, one appears and she quickly doges it, turning to the side. "Just follow my voice!" Oakley turns left, following the voice that called to her. Oakley moves out of the way of another tree and sees a demogorgon. She stops, quietly backing up. The demogorgon turns, sees her and growls. Oakley runs, turning every direction and moving out of the way of trees at the last second. 

She turns again, this time seeing Troy with a knife, she turns and starts running yet again. Oakley trips, and falls to the ground. She hurriedly tries to get up, but she fails, her hands being held down by thick vines. "Well, hello Oakley. Who knew such a fragile little girl could have the power to stop me, to bad that they are already coming for you. They never stop coming," A dark, loud, deep, voice echoes around Oakley, she doesn't know who, she doesn't know where.

"Hello?" Her voice travels through the air, but there is no response, just darkness. "Hello? Can someone help, please?" No answer, yet again. Suddenly the vines shrivel away from Oakley, letting her hands go. Oakley wastes no time and jumps up, running, not stopping, not slowing down, and not making any noise.

Suddenly Oakley wakes up, her eyes flashing open, showing a scared looking Dustin shaking her awake. Oakley sits up, rubbing her head, "Sorry I must've fallen asleep. What happened, where is Mike and El?" Dustin doesn't answer and instead busts into the bathroom, showing Mike and El, their faces only a few inches away from each other. "Guys! It's Lucas, I think he might be in trouble!"

Oakley, El, and Mike instantly stop what they were doing and follow Dustin to the table in the basement with the walkie on it. "Do you remember how he said he was looking for the gate?" Dustin picks up the walkie as soon as he makes it over to the table. "Yeah," Mike voices, them all remembering the fight before going to look for El, well except El because she wasn't there.

"What if he found it?" Before anyone can answer Dustin, Lucas's voice comes through the walkie, very staticky but loud. Mike takes the walkie from Dustin, El and Oakley both taking a seat at the table, watching intensely. "What is he saying?" Mike looks at Dustin, then to Oakley, Dustin shrugging. "I don't know, he's way out of range." Mike nods at Oakleys response, taking the walkie and pulling it closer to his face. "...Son of a bitch!" The shouting from the walkie keeps going.

"Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can't understand you," Mike says slowly into the walkie, like he's talking to a baby, or El who doesn't understand words. Lucas shouts back at him, his voice less staticky, but not enough to understand,"Yes I copy! Do you? They know about Eleven! Get out of there! They know about Eleven! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me? The bad men are coming!"

"The mad hen, does that mean anything to you?" Dustin looks at El, the group trying to figure out what Lucas is saying. "Like a code name or something?" Before El could answer Lucas's voice comes through the walkie, a lot less staticky, "The bad men are coming!"

"Bad men." Mike and Oakley share a look, then look at El. Mike throws down the walkie, "Stay here." He pats El's arm and runs up the stairs, Dustin and Oakley following, trying to help their friend. Mike gets to the window first, Dustin then Oakley, they see a white van outside, pointed towards the house. "What's that guy doing?" Oakley shakes her head, of course, no wonder she had seen those vans so often. "You don't think..." Dustin trails off, Mike turning around, leaving Dustin and Oakley at the window. "Mom!" Oakley turns, hearing Mikes voice in the kitchen.

"Mom!" A few seconds of quiet murmuring, probably from their mom. "Did you schedule any repairs? Is there anyone supposed to come and do repairs on the house?" Before Karen can answer more vans pull in front of the house, one after another. "Shit! Mike!" Oakley turns around, then turns back to see Dustin closing the blinds, giving him a look. Oakley runs into the kitchen, "Mike!" Mike holds a finger out to Oakley, Dustin now at her side. "Mike!" Dustin yells louder then Oakley, getting his attention. "We need to leave... right... now." Oakley and Dustin stare at Mike, then Oakley turns and runs down the stairs, Dustin following and Mike not for behind after he yells at their mom, "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country."