❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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༉˚*ೃ ᵒ⁹. 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒!
"𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 buying guns right now," asserted Sar, as Steve exited the driver's seat of his car. She stayed sat in the passenger side for a moment, still not used to the plush leather of the BMW, before she realised that he wasn't coming back, and opened her own side door. "Steve."
He turned back towards her as she shut the door behind her, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "Look, you said your handgun did nothing to that thing. But it did distract it, right? And this Hawkins Lab place, if it really is tied in with this, it could be dangerous."
Dangerous, mused Sar. Oh, Steve Harrington, you don't know the half of it. Still, Sar's lips were twisted into a frown. She was silent for a moment, and Steve took that time to turn back and cross the street. The second that Sar snapped out of her thoughts, she hurried after him, dodging in front of a moving car. They were both tall, but his legs were a little longer, and she was still limping—she ran to catch up. "You know what—I actually decided, going to the lab is probably a bad idea."
Steve glanced back at her, at this strange Chicago girl with blonde hair and frightened eyes and a limp. He looked confused. "What do you mean a bad idea?"
It was her second day with Steve Harrington. The first, yesterday, had been spent completely in the library. They'd gone back to his place after, pieced together all the bits they'd found so far. Not much, to be fair. They barely knew anything about the monster, and all Sar knew was that it definitely had something to do with Hawkins Lab. But how could she tell that to Steve without telling him everything? And telling anyone anything was bad news—it was dangerous, and against every rule that she and James and Katie had ever set. So she'd just gone along with saying it was a hunch, and Steve had believed it. He'd asked if the monster was maybe some kind of illegal experiment, and all Sar could say was, "I don't know." Eventually, they'd gone to sleep, with Sar on the same mattress on the floor. Now, Sar's agreement to head out to Hawkins Lab was about to bite her in the ass. She was beginning to panic.
Sar felt sick to the stomach. She was biting the inside of her cheek so much that it hurt. Steve looked at her curiously, and Sar sharply inhaled. "Look, shooting someone, on the property of Hawkins Lab, is not going to look good." A mustard-yellow sweater was snug on her form, and now Sar toyed with the loose wool at the sleeve. "It's, like, government-owned."
