A/N: WE ARE BACK! Who enjoyed season 2? If you haven't watched it yet, I highly suggest watching it before reading the sequel before spoilers are ahead obviously and yeah. Anyways, please enjoy.
The sound of police sirens rang in the distance. It was hard to focus in a city like this. People never slept and crime was hard to control, especially when some of the people committing those crimes were in the room with her.
"Do it." She was urged. The girl frowned, her green eyes settling on the man before her. She knew what she was supposed to do here, and what she was expected to do. The others weren't like her. They weren't like Kali. And Kali could only do so much.
The rest was up to her.
His television was still on, playing a song that she was unfamiliar with. It was some recent pop song that had gained popularity, especially around Halloween. But the song gave her an idea and she knew what she was going to do. Fear had always been what she was best at. She knew she could terrify him. The only problem was whether or not she had the guts to do so.
The girl placed her hand on the man's forehead while he was being pinned down. It took an immediate reaction with him. His body began shivering, his eyes growing wide in terror. His breathing sped up, and she could feel his heart race underneath her hand. He was shaking. He was terrified.
But it wasn't enough. She met his eyes, seeing as he tensed up and began screaming. His screams were so loud it shook the room. He screamed as if he was being tortured. She bit her lip, trying not to think about his screams. She closed her eyes, a bit of blood dripping down from her nose.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! MERCY!" He screamed out. At first, she thought he was begging her for mercy. But it didn't take long for her to recognize the wedding ring on his finger. She opened her eyes and blinked slowly. It wasn't hard for her to use her abilities and piece it together. She could tell.
She flinched as his screams became too much for her. "Finish it!" She was ordered but the girl stopped. She couldn't finish this. The girl released her hand from the man. She turned back, lunging her hand towards Kali. She took a hold of the other girl's shoulder. "What are you doing?" Kali hissed, tears forming in her eyes instantly at the girl's touch. Her green eyes bore into hers. Kali struggled to release her hand, tears threatening to escape. "Stop– stop it!" She pushed her back, a tear running down her face.
"I warned you–" Her hand came up and the girl's green eyes went wide. She knew what happened next. With one struck, everything went black and she dropped onto the ground unconscious.
Kali stared down at her in anger. "Get her." Kali instructed, just as an alarm went off in the building. Someone must have heard them and reported the break-in. It meant that they didn't have much time to get out of there and escape without being caught. But getting caught was not an option, not when there was still work to do.
The girl was picked up, her arm dangling in the air, revealing a small tattoo on the inside of her wrist.
009.
"For no mere mortal can resist– the evil of the thriller!" Reagan squealed as she launched herself at Will. "Reagan!" The boy protested as she wrapped his arms around her, lifting him up into the air. Will chuckled, still struggling against the girl as she shook him around. Reagan let out a low and sinister laugh, attempting to scare the boy. She eventually let him down, and Will went back to the security of the sofa. He aimed his eyes at his television,"You're ruining my favorite part." He argued.
Reagan went to sit next to the boy,"Your favorite part is when the zombies surround them?" She questioned. "Shh." He insisted, a grin growing on his face when his favorite part came up in the music video. "That's my favorite part. Look! He's a zombie." Will stood up and pointed at Michael Jackson on the screen. Reagan nodded her head, "Zombie boy?" She asked, and he frowned. Will nodded his head a little, going to sit back down. She wanted to talk to him about it, knowing that kids could be cruel, especially in middle school. But before she got a chance to, Will changed the subject.
"Can you do the dance?"
She made a face at the boy. "Again?" Reagan asked and he nodded his head eagerly up at her. "Fine." She sounded like she was complaining, but Reagan supporting a huge grin on her face. Will stood up, quickly helping Reagan move some furniture out of the way so she would have room to dance. "Hurry, it's starting!" Will urged and Reagan waved at him to sit down before taking her place.
The girl began the dance, popping her right shoulder like he does in the music video. Will chuckled, watching as Reagan executed the dance perfectly. Reagan matched the facial expressions which caused Will to laugh more at her.
" 'Cause this is thriller!" Reagan sang along with the music, continuing in her dance moves. While she was dancing, the front door was unlocked, revealing Jonathan as he came home from work. He dropped his bag at his feet and kicked off his shoes, walking down the hall to see Reagan's little performance. Reagan finished the dance, only noticing his boyfriend when he began clapping along with his little brother.
He watched as her face turn red, and Reagan rushed to shut off the television. "Hey!" Will protested. "You should be getting to bed or else I'll tell your mom and she won't let you go to the arcade tomorrow night." She warned, though her threat was practically meaningless given the fact Reagan would never do that to Will. Not to mention, she was the one who said he could stay up late. "I'm going." Will said, raising his hands in the air as he got off the sofa. He moved down the hall, Jonathan ruffing his hair as he moved past him.
Jonathan looked over at Reagan,"He's still awake, why?" He asked as he entered his living room. "He wanted to watch Thriller. And who was I to stop him?" She said as Jonathan wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned up, placing her hands on his shoulder as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was work?" Reagan questioned. Jonathan sighed,"Fine. How was Will?" He asked. "Fine." She told him. Jonathan raised a brow, and Reagan sighed as well.
"I was going to ask him how he was... but I don't know. I think that might be the last thing he needs right now." Reagan admitting, moving away from Jonathan's embrace to clean up the living room. She began moving furniture back to where it was. "You know, if something's wrong, the first person he talks to is either you or me." He pointed out, lending a hand in helping her. Reagan paused, looking over at him,"If something's wrong, the first person he talks to Mike." She mentioned. Jonathan narrowed his eyes, thinking about it before nodding his head in agreement.
She finished putting everything back in place and then checked her wristwatch. "I should go. It's getting late." Reagan pointed out. He nodded his head,"Yeah, my mom left me the money she owes you for tonight..." Jonathan trailed off, reaching for his wallet. He took out his wallet, reaching in for the money before handing it to her. Reagan took it, moving to put it away in her bag. Jonathan watched her,"Reagan–" He called, getting her attention as she put her money away. She stood up and looked over at him.
"You could– you know... spend the night. If you wanted to." He offered. She smiled,"Jonathan, I can't–" "You can. Come on, you've done it before." He reminded her, reaching and taking both of her hands in his. Reagan blushed a little and nodded her head. "I remember." She admitted. "But that was different. Besides, I have homework." She said, trying to move away but Jonathan wrapped his arms around his waist again.
He shushed her, pressing his lips against hers. Reagan kissed him back, but pulled away went he went to deepen the kiss. "Jonathan, I really have to go." She protested, trying to wiggle her way out of his arms. Jonathan smirked, keeping his hands on her but moving behind her. He lifted her up, which made her squeal. "Jonathan!" Reagan called out as he carried her off to his room. He entered his room, kicking his bedroom door closed before setting her down on his bed.
Reagan started to sit up, but Jonathan stopped her by climbing on top of her. "You're staying." He breathed out, a little out of breath. She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I mean... it's a little hard to argue with you now considering the position we're in." She blushed a little, smiling up at him. Jonathan smiled right back at her,"So... you're staying?" Jonathan asked. Reagan reached up, placing her hand on the back of his neck. "I'm staying." She confirmed, pulling him in for a kiss.
While the two had managed to stay together for one night with no one in Jonathan's family finding out he had a girl sleeping over, the morning after was a little harder to manage. Jonathan was the first out the door, scouting the house up until the front door. It was clear of his mom and his brother, which meant it was safe for Reagan to leave undetected. He went back to his bedroom,"You ready?" He whispered.
"Almost." Reagan replied, buttoning up a shirt. Jonathan blinked,"Is that mine?" He wondered, studying her as she got dressed. She smiled nervously,"I don't know what you're talking about." Reagan clearly lied as she went over to give him a quick kiss. The girl exited his room, making her way to the front door. Jonathan caught up with her,"Wait–" He stopped her, pulling her in for another kiss before letting her go.
It was only when Reagan had shut the door that he realized his mother was watching.
Joyce was still in her pajamas, in fact, she was supporting a robe as she watched her son. She sipped a cup of coffee as she eyed Jonathan from the kitchen. He avoided eye contact, immediately embarrassed on what he was just caught doing. "You know, a mother always thinks about the day that she catches her son sneaking a girl out–" "Mom." He tried to stop her, knowing it was something he probably didn't want to hear. "Lord knows my mother had to deal with me sneaking a couple of boys out–" "Mom!" Jonathan urged.
The woman smirked,"What?" She asked. "I was young and in love once too. I know things." Joyce pointed out. "I'm– I'm not in love." Jonathan scratched the back of his neck nervously, still avoiding eye contact. Joyce furrowed her brows, walking over to her son and meeting his eyes. "Jonathan, never sleep with a girl if you're not in love with her." She scolded slightly. "But luckily, I know you do." Joyce said. He opened his mouth to say something but Joyce gave him a look. "No, none of that. You can fool yourself. You can even fool Reagan. But you can't fool me." She pointed at him. Joyce stared up at him.
"Though next time she sleeps over, you might want to get over yourself and tell her the truth." She pointed out, moving back into the kitchen. Jonathan thought about it, knowing that was something he was always afraid of saying to Reagan.
Steve rushed to finish his essay as he ate his breakfast. Reagan came down the stairs before entering her kitchen, taking a seat at the table next to her brother. She noticed what he was working on and she frowned. "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is." Reagan frowned. Steve rolled his eyes, munching down on a piece of toast.
"You know, not everyone can be as organized as you." Steve snapped, breaking his pencil in the middle of the sentence. "Damn!" He said, jumping onto his feet and looking around. "Where's my sharpener? Where's my sharpener? Where is my goddamn sharpener?" Steve wondered out loud, looking around the general area. Reagan shook her head as her mother appeared behind her, setting down a plate of toast and eggs in front of her. "Eat up. I'll drive you to work before school." Mrs. Harrington informed with a smile.
Reagan smiled up at her mother,"Thanks, Mom." She said, picking up her fork and diving into her breakfast. "Where the fuck is my sharpener?!" Steve yelled, running his hands through his hair. "Language!" Mrs. Harrington scolded her son, making herself a cup of coffee. "Shit, sorry, Mom." Steve apologized. Reagan leaned down, running her hand through her brother's bag before producing the sharpener. "You really shouldn't have left this last minute." She told him.
"You really shouldn't have left this last minute." Steve mocked in a high-pitched voice as he went to sit back down. He sharpened his pencil with an eye roll. "I'm sorry I can't be as brilliant as you, Reagan. I can't write an amazing essay and apply to Princeton and all of that bull–" "Steven. Language." His mother reminded him. Steve looked over at the woman and shook his head. "Sorry." He said, returning to his essay. "I just– I'll be lucky if I got a basketball scholarship, much less accepted at all." Steve mumbled which made Reagan frown.
She did feel bad for him, but he refused to let her help him with his applications. Steve insisted that her applications were enough to worry about considering she applying to practically all the the Ivy League schools across the the country. He refused to involve her in his business considering she herself was already so busy.
Their mother checked her wristwatch before looking over at Reagan. "We should get going in about ten. It's almost six." She warned. Reagan sighed, finishing her breakfast as fast as she could. By the time she was out of the door, Steve was still rushing to finish his essay.
Reagan nearly tripped on the way to her desk.
Luckily, Powell noticed and steadied her with his free hand. The officer took a sip of coffee before leaning over and taking half of the stack of files Reagan was carrying. "Flo has you organizing again?" Powell asked, making conversation as he made his way to Reagan desk, which was set close to Flo's. Reagan sighed,"Yeah." She said, setting her half of the stack on the desk, watching as Powell set the other half down. He smiled a little,"What decade is this from?" He questioned.
She smiled a little, rolling her eyes as she opened a file on top of the file. "Twenties." Reagan informed him. "Anything interesting?" Powell asked. Reagan shook her head,"Not really, but there was this girl. She went missing in the summer of twenty-three." She explained as she sat down. "Do they know what happened to her?" He asked. Reagan tried to remember where the file was in the pile she currently had on her desk, before bringing it out.
The girl opened it up, skimming through the police report. "No." Reagan finally answered, which almost made her upset. She studied the report, noting that the girl was close to her age. "Well, that's unfortunate. At least they found Will Byers, right?" Powell said and Reagan nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah." She agreed. "You know, maybe you should've been working here around that time. Things would've been at least a little more exciting." He said.
"I don't really care about exciting. I just know that working in a police station looks good on my application for school." She shrugged. Powell nodded,"You want to be a lawyer, right?" He asked her. Reagan smiled a little,"That's the next thing, yeah." She said. "The next thing?" Powell chuckled. Callahan stood up from his desk, moving to grab a donut from the box on the counter. "Don't you know that little Miss Harrington wants to be the president one day?" He said jokingly as he took a bite from a donut.
Reagan rolled his eyes at the man's mocking tone, returning to her paperwork. Powell gave Callahan a look before moving back to his own desk. "What?" Callahan asked, walking back to his desk. She began organizing the files, knowing they were stored improperly the first time they were put away and she was the only person who had touched them in years. She hadn't been working long when she heard the chief walk into the station, followed by a man who Hopper clearly wanted out of his sight.
"Yeah, I want a date with Bo Derek. We all wants things." Hopper said as Flo reached up and took the cigarette from his mouth. The chief took off his coat, facing away from the man who was talking to him. Reagan looked up, recognizing him as the journalist who came to the station every now and then. "This isn't a laughing matter, Jim." The man warned him. "This is serious, okay?" As soon as Hopper groaned, Reagan recognized the man as Murray Bauman.
He followed Hopper,"I really got something here. I'm telling you!" Murray urged. "Hey. Morning, Chief." Powell greeted the other man. "Morning." Hopper said back. Murray looked over at the other officer. "Morning, Murray." Powell grinned. "Got any proof on your butt-probing aliens yet, Murray?" Callahan teased, which made Powell laugh.
Flo took the donut out of Hopper's hands as soon as he reached for it, replacing it with a green apple. The older woman looked over to Reagan before moving over to her desk,"What did I say about leaving these out here?" She told her. Reagan sighed, standing up from her desk. She went over, moving past Murray to collect the box of donuts.
"I believe there was, and may very well still be a Russian spy presence in Hawkins." Murray said. "Russian spies!" Hopper exclaimed with a smirk, his mouth still full from the single bite he got from that donut. He poured himself a cup of coffee. "Sorry, Murray, are the spies in cahoots with the aliens? Or how do they fit in here? I'm confused." Callahan chuckled.
Murray ignored the officer,"I'm taking multiple reports now." He said, looking at Hopper. "Multiple reports, okay? Of a Russian child in Hawkins." He finished. Hopper looked over at him,"A child? What are you talking about?" He asked. "A girl who may have psionic abilities." Murray clarified. Reagan froze at the reminder of Eleven.
"Psionic?" Powell questioned. "Psychic." Murray explained. "Hey, chief, what about that girl that made that kid pee himself?" Callahan asked. "That was a prank." Hopper dismissed him. "What girl?" Murray questioned. "Wasn't a prank, a kid–" Hopper stopped Callahan before the officer could say anything more. "You got five minutes, not a second more." The man relented, looking to Murray.
He moved past him before stopping at Reagan. "Hey, kid, hand me a donut, will you?" Hopper asked her. Reagan held the box in her hands,"Flo said–" "Flo doesn't know what she's talking about. A donut." He said, looking at the box. "No." She told him. "Is this going to cut into my five minutes?" Murray questioned, staring at Reagan.
"Shut up." Hopper told him. "Reagan, a donut. Now." He demanded. Reagan shook her head,"Flo's right. You need to watch your health or else you're going to have a heart attack. Now shoo. Go talk with the wacko." She said, looking at Murray. He gave her a look,"I'm not a–" "Murray, let's go." Hopper gave up, moving to his office. The man quickly scurried after him.
Reagan put away the box of donuts in the kitchen, putting them in the place Flo reminded her that Hopper never checks. She then went back to her desk and picked up her backpack. "I'm off to school. I'll finish the rest of the paperwork after, okay?" She told her. Flo nodded her head.
Callahan stood up from his desk, moving over to Reagan. "You, uh– you need a ride?" He wondered, stuffing a hand into his pocket. She narrowed her eyes up at him,"You know I'm in high school, right?" She asked, recognizing his tone. Callahan chuckled nervously,"I–" He struggled to find the right words to say and Powell just laughed at him. "Don't take his none of his shit, Reagan." Powell told him. Reagan smirked a little,"My boyfriend's already hit you in the face. Don't really think you want a repeat of that, Phil." She pointed out, exiting the station.
"Well, you know I could– I could arrest... him." His tone dropped as Reagan was already out the door. Powell shook his head at the man walked back to his desk. Callahan rolled his eyes,"What?" He asked him. "She's a kid and she's out of your league." Powell chuckled at the man, making Callahan frown.
The car pulled into the school parking lot and Reagan swung her backpack over her shoulder as she went to get out of the car. "Hey, class doesn't start for another five minutes." Jonathan pointed out, trying to stop her before she ran off again. Reagan frowned apologetically,"I'm sorry, Jonathan, but I have to get to my locker before class. There's three books in there that I need for the day." She explained. Jonathan sighed,"And one of those books is Christine, right?" He asked. Reagan scrunched up his nose and Jonathan frowned at her. "Reagan, you promised." He pointed out.
"I know. I know. But we're not going to even watch it tonight, are we? I mean– Bob said no scary movies." She mentioned. Jonathan rolled his eyes,"Bob. Who cares what he thinks? Christine is not that scary." He said. Reagan chuckled a little,"Isn't it about a killer car?" She reminded him. Jonathan smirked a little, rolling his eyes. "Bob doesn't know that." He chuckled a little. "Give the guy a break, Jon. He's a nice guy. Your mom deserves a nice guy." She said.
Jonathan shrugged a little,"I– I realize that... but why does it have to be him? He's– he's Bob." He pointed out. She laughed,"And that's so bad? He's nice!" She told him. He nodded his head,"It's just– it's not who I thought she would end with, okay?" He said. Reagan smiled, opening her door and stepping out of his car.
"And who did you think she'd end up with? Hopper?" Reagan said, jokingly as Jonathan got out of his car. He shook his head with a sigh,"Let's just get to class, okay?" He said, and Reagan walked around his car to meet up with him. "Fine by me." She said with a smile as they began walking towards the school.
As they approached the front doors, someone had their eyes on Reagan. The new kid eyed her, but neither one of them took notice of Billy. Reagan pushed open the doors, laughing at something Jonathan said to her.