❛ 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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THE SCIENTISTS WERE PULLING BOXES OF ITEMS FROM THE WHEELER'S HOUSE. There were cars lined all down the road. Sar's stomach was churning just at the sight of them. Fear was running down her spine in a shiver. Her lips were dried and cracking.
Now that she knew Hopper and Joyce had figured out the secrets about Eleven, she'd told them everything About her, about the experiments, about all the way they were used in the Labs, all of it. There was no point in hiding it—and she needed allies. It seemed she'd told half the bloody town about her abilities. But now that that boy and his friend had seen Eleven, how long until the scientists found out? Not very bloody long, apparently. "I— I should be out there, with Eleven," Sar said. Her body was resting against the open car door as Nancy looked down at the scene below with binoculars. "She needs me." She felt like she might throw up as she watched the scientists below the hill rise. God, they were right there. She couldn't help her fingers digging into the car window as they hooked around the top of the door.
Hopper turned towards her. She hated how much she felt like she should know him. "A girl with psychic abilities needs your help?"
"We're... we're family," she said after a hovering moment. "And family— doesn't leave the other behind." Her voice choked up during the middle of that sentence. "I've already done it once before."
"Look kid, we'll find them." The chief was turned towards her, nodding. It didn't stop her from swallowing deeply, blinking slowly as she watched the scene. She exhaled a long breath through her lips.
Nancy pulled the binoculars away from her eyes. "I need to go down there."
"What?" Hopper and Sar said in unison.
"My mom... my dad are down there." She was shaking her head. "I have to go home." Nancy marched down towards the scene.
Hopper lurched forward to take hold of her wrist. "No, no. Hey."
"Let me go!" Nance exclaimed.
Hopper held firmly onto her arm. "The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you're mixed up in all of this."
"Mike, is over there—"
"They haven't found him." He pointed up at the sky, where a helicopter was circling the woods. "Not yet at least."
Nancy was blinking at the aircraft. "For Mike?" she exclaimed.
"For all of them," Sar said. She took another step back and clung onto the side of the car, staring over the hill rise. She was aware of both Jonathan and Joyce staring at her. She was afraid, there was no denying that. In fact, she was terrified. She was standing metres away from the people who'd taken her away as a child, locked her up, experimented on her as if she was some kind of lab rat for their own entertainment. They'd tried to make her into this... monster.
She'd been hiding from them for years, and now, God, she was about to face them. It was the one thing she feared most in the world, being back there. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. Her hands were shaking. Nancy slid into the back seat and Hopper turned to Sar, "We're going after them, kid. We'll be fine, and the kids will be fine. And if we manage to catch up to those scientists—"
