We're not in Hawkins anymore...

Chapter One, Part One- Russian Death Base

  "Шаг!" A bald man shrieked as he banged on a brass pot above. Sweat rolled down Hopper's brow, and his arms and hands began to shake miserably. Wiping his brow, he dug his shovel deeper into the ground, caving another dent into the ground, just like alone the other prisoners on the base. Small snowflakes fell slowly downward on the white powder that before more caked everyday, which caused the prisoners to dig even more and even longer as the days went on.

"Время ужинать!" Many prisoners rose from there posts and lined up into single file lines by ages and names, but the Russians were in charge of that hellish work. After the one meal, the prisoners were sent back to their freezing and uncomfortable cells where they would wait for hours until they were entire sent to the little girl or sent back out to the fields to dig up more everyday. "He said move you bugle!" Another prisoner butted into Hopper, offensively yanking him forward. On a normal day back in Hawkins while he was sheriff, if a person assaulted him in that matter, he could send them to jail but here, fighting back caused people to be sent to the little girl.

No one knew exactly whom the little girl was or where she had came from, but what they did know was that if you were sent to her, you would never come back. Hopper knew that the Russians murdered their prisoners and spies that they couldn't trust and feed them to a demogorgon, how ever they had gotten one to begin with he wasn't sure.

No one truly knew the reasons why they had to dig everyday as a punishment, or why they were even locked up on the base to begin with, but if their problems could get any worse it was that almost every night, someone was brought into the base, and one person was taken to the little girl, which terrified Hopper. Sure he had gone through some intense crap before, but he had never worked this way, never as hard as he had right now.

He sat alone at a bench, poking at the mashed potatoes that he knew where probably one hundred years old. He remembered back in Hawkins with El, where they would make Eggo Extravaganzas and watch T.V for hours on end after his shifts. Then Mike came into the picture, and for once, he hated him, but he had El, and Hopper didn't. He sighed. he missed El, missed Joyce. Missed Hawkins. He even missed Murray, which he would never tell anyone about that.

"Вернуться к клеткам!" The bald man that Hopper hated with every fiber belched. "Yeah you heard him! Back to the cells!" Feeling defended, Hopper gradually rose from the bench and placed his melancholy looking tray on the stack and haltingly took small steps back to his cells, good and bad memories racing through his head. He sat on his stone bed, placing his head in his hands, rubbing his temples in a calm matter.

A large bang thundered across the hall outside of his metal door, startling him from his peace he had created. "Какого черта!" He heard something, maybe a body dropping on the floor. The metal door of his cell barged open, and a hooded teen, maybe; around fourteen or fifteen leaned against the door. "Lets go, Jim!"

"Who are you?" Hopper stood, fists clunched. The teen pulled their hood off, and what Hopper saw surprised him. A teenage girl, with brunette hair and sea green eye colour. Her hoodie and black ripped jeans were tattered and sheared. Her sneakers painted in dust and dirt. She had shade sunglasses that hung above her forehead, and her shirt was racked high on her chest. The girl had golden crusted bracelets and half of a silver locket the hung around her neck. "The name's Samantha. Samantha Brendon And don't give me an introduction, I want out of here too."

Samantha yanked Hopper's arm and dragged him out of the cell, handing him a submachine gun that she had strung around her shoulder. "Lets go! We don't have a lot time before she and the others come after us," Samantha ran down the hall, while Hopper followed. He heard the banging from other cells around him, the prisoners yelling and shouting for freedom.

"Where are we going?" Hopper shouted as he followed behind Nickalos.

"Out of here!" She hit a red button on a circuit board and ran out the sliding metal door. "Come on!" The two ran across a large stone archway full of Russian helicopters and planes. "This one, over there!" The duo jumped onto the runaway and raced to the cockpit, starting the aerodynamic device.

"You can fly?!" He yelled. "How the Hell can you fly?"

"Let's just say I've had a good teacher,"Samantha  took the sky, lighting every button and cirutic possible, and flying into the air. "Watch for the gunshots, just in case." The helicopter zoomed through the air and disappeared. "You wantin' to get to Hawkins, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I've, I've got-" Hopper stuttered.

"Family there. Don't worry, I have a ninety-nine on my arm, I'm just like El." Samantha said as she pressed on several more buttons ahead.

"How'd you know what El?" he threatened, preparing his gun. "My power's mind reading, I can malupitle people, make them do things for me. And I can see people's past and futures as well, so I know about Hawkins and El and your family you had. But before we go back there, let me go and pick up a friend of mine, cause she's gonna be a big part of our little mission we need to deal with,"

"Who is she, then?" Hopper asked as he pulled off his grey beanie and wiping his brow for the fifth time that day.

"Well, she's in Salt Lake City. And her name is Suzie, and she's the only person who can help us now,"