the bathtub pt. 2

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Karen Wheeler's pov

"I don't understand. You think my son is hiding this girl?" I question. "What happened to her hair?" Ted asked. "We just need to know if you've seen her in the past week," The woman explained. "No, no," I reply. "Absolutely not. Our son with a girl that isn't y/n? I mean, believe me, if he had another girl sleeping in this house, we'd know about it. Wouldn't we?" Ted chuckled. "This girl... what has she done?" I ask. "I'm afraid I can't answer that. But, I did have some questions on this y/n girl," the woman spoke. "Um, o--okay," I sigh. "Who is she?" The woman asks. "Well, she's Mike's long time friend. She sleeps here most nights. She's feisty, very feisty. And she's extremely intelligent for a girl her age. Why?" I explain. "I can't answer that either," the woman replied. "Oh, my god, is she Russian?" Ted muttered. "You can't treat us like this," I groan. "I need you to stay calm," the woman orders. "You come into my house, and you tell me that my son is hiding some girl, and that he's in danger, but you can't tell us why? And you, what, you expect me to remain, what, calm?" I shout.

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"This is Randolph Road, right here. The fence starts here, and goes all the way around. And this is the lab right here. The gates gotta be in there somewhere. It's gotta be," Lucas explains. "Well, who owns Hawkins Lab?" Dustin asks. "The sign says Department of Energy," Lucas replied. "Department of Energy? What do you think that means?" I ask. "It means government. Military," Mike announced. "Then why does it say Energy?" Dustin questioned. "Just trust me, all right? It's military. My dad's told me before," Mike corrects. "Mike's right. There's soldiers out front," Lucas explains. "Do they make, like, lightbulbs or something?" Dustin asks. "No, weapons... to fight the Russian's, and commies and stuff," Mike asserted. "Weapons," I repeat. "Oh, Jesus, this is bad," Dustin muttered. "Really bad. The place is like a fortress," Lucas explains. "Well, what do we do?" I ask. "I don't know, but we can't go home. We're fugitives now," Mike sighs. "Guys? Do you hear that?" Dustin asks, bringing our attention to the helicopters circling around us.

We hid our bikes under the bus before sneaking on. Mike and I huddled together as Lucas shouted, "Get down!" We all hid in the bus, panting heavily. "Mental," Dustin exclaimed.

"If I die, just know I love every single one of you," I blurt. "Don't say that," Mike exclaims. "I'm scared, Mike. I'm really, really scared," I admit. "I am too. But we can't give up. Not yet," he reassures me. "Mike, are you there? Mike?" a voice spoke on the intercom. "You guys hear that?" Dustin asked. "Mike, it's me, Nancy. Mike, are you there? Answer. Mike, we need you to answer," Nancy demanded as Mike pulled out the walky-talky. "Is that your sister?" Lucas asked. "Okay, this is really weird," Dustin blurt. "Don't answer," Mike ordered. "She said it was an emergency," Lucas exclaimed. "What if it's a trick?" Mike quizzed. "It's your sister!" Lucas added. "What if the bad people kidnapped her? What if they're forcing her to say this?" Mike asked. "I need you to answer," Nancy begged. "It's like Lando Calrissian. Don't answer," Dustin encouraged. "We need to know that you're there, Mike. Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you're there, pick up. We know you're in trouble and we know about the girl," they demand. "Why is she with the chief?" Lucas asks. "How the hell does he know about..." I murmur. "We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over," He explained. "Yeah, I copy. It's Mike. I'm here. We're here," Mike replied.

Dustin paced around the bus. "Will you stop pacing?" I ask. "It's been way too long. Do you know what? Maybe Mike's right. Maybe this is all a trap and the bad men are coming to get us right now!" Dustin yelled. "It's not a trap. Why would the chief set us up? Nancy, maybe, but the chief?" Lucas argued. "Lando Calrissian," Dustin repeat. "Would you shut up about Lando?" Lucas begged. "I don't feel good about this. I don't feel good about this!" Dustin exclaimed. "When do you feel good about anything?" Lucas retorted. As we heard vehicles approaching, we ran to the front of the bus. "Shit!" I exclaim. "Go, go, go, go, go!" Mike muttered. We got back to our hiding position, I hugged my knees as I buried my face in Mike's shoulder. "Lando," Dustin repeat. "You think they saw us?" Lucas whispered. "Both of you, shut up," Mike ordered.

We heard noises and shots coming from outside, and before we knew it, the chief stepped inside the bus. "All right, let's go. Let's go!" he shouted. We grabbed our bags, following him to the car, from there, we drove to Will's house.

Nancy ran to Mike, embracing him in a hug. I ran to Ms. Byers, crying into her shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's okay. We're safe here," she reassured me. I nodded, wiping my eyes. Nancy walked over to me, "is Steve, okay?" I ask. "I think maybe. He and Jonathan got into a fight, and we haven't spoken since," she replies, and I nod. Nancy looked over at El. "Is that my dress?" she asked.

"Okay, so, in this example, we're the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they're the flea. And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space." Mike explains. "A gate. That we tracked to Hawkins Lab," I add. "With our compasses. Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field, and that can change the directions of a compass needle," Dustin continued. "Is this gate underground?" Hopper questioned. "Yes," Eleven whispered. "Near a large water tank?" Hopper asked again. "Yes," El replied, nodding her head. "How do you know all that?" I quiz. "He's seen it," Mike mumbles. "Is there any way that you could... that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this--" "The Upside Down," El corrected. "Down. Yeah," Joyce continued, and El nodded. "And my friend Barbara? Can you find her, too?" Nancy asked.


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