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How cute was that little teaser for season 3!? I have so many feels about why in the hell Steve was working in an ice creamery, rather than... IDK I don't know what Steve should be doing, I only have my own ideas of other peoples ideas.

Sorry for the late update, I moved house last week, super happy about the new house, super stressed about the move. You probably won't see me around for another month but I promise I'm nearly done, the next chapter will be HUGE and then max 2 chapters after that. Enjoy! also give the song I've put in here a listen, it's a proper banger.

Guest: Thank you! The support means so much, honestly!

thesameoldfearsx: Thanks hun, My biggest fear is always making Allison and Daniel seem useless or uninteresting, they are both important and I wanted the strong voices they hold to be heard. Also, it always irks me when you read an OC story and the characters add literally nothing then get to kiss the cute boy... Looking at you Stiles fandom...

Coming up for air and it's hard not to care

I need something to make me feel nothing,
I know the ending, I know that it's coming

Make Me Feel Nothing - Bell City Square

Sunday

"Why is she here?" Eleven asked flatly, inspecting the pretty girl in the back seat with an emotionless expression. Eleven had watched the older girl rifle through her bag and smile just a few moments before as she pulled out a small black machine and a pair of headphones similar to the pair Mike had. The older girl placed the headphones on and rolled her eyes at the song, a small smile lighting her features.

Eleven couldn't figure out why this girl was with them, she didn't have a power or a number, she wasn't with them when they faced the Demogorgon last year. Hopper said her name was Allison. She was pretty, or at least Eleven thought so; they had the same hair but hers fell down her back, knotty and wind-torn. She thinks the boy with the crazy hair thought Allison was pretty too, he was sad when she walked away. Blue eyes met watchful brown in the mirror, the older girl couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved by the younger girl.

"Allison's dad works at the Lab, he stayed behind so we could escape before." Allison's eyes fell to her lap at Hopper's gentle tone. "She wants to make sure he's okay."

"Her Papa?" the curly haired girl asks, penetrative gaze still watching the girl in the mirror. Hopper nodded and Eleven finally looked away from the older girl, hard gaze cutting to the man beside her. "Bad?" was all she said, and Allison tensed, her blue eyes watching the back of Hopper carefully.

"No."

Allison turned the volume up and let the cassette continue where Daniel had stopped it. She couldn't help the derisive snort when the jaunty music of never going back again invaded her ears. The irony was not lost on her, neither was the conversation only a few days previous when Allison asked her brother if he'd seen her favourite album and he had stated in an annoyed voice that he would never touch a Fleetwood Mac album.

You don't know what it means to win
Come round and see me again

Been down one time
Been down two times
I'm never going back again

From the outside, Hawkins Laboratories looked exactly as it had earlier that night. Allison noted the dark foreboding building, the open front gate, and most upsetting of all the mostly full carpark. Hopper and Allison's eyes met in the mirror realising at the same time that it was becoming less likely that anyone survived.

"Don't put that gun down, you got that?" Hooper orders when he pulls the truck to a stop. Allison nods, gripping the cold metal tightly in one hand and shouldering her bag with the other. "In and out alright? I don't want you to come for us, the second you find your dad get somewhere safe." Opening her mouth to argue, Hopper shook his head eyes meeting hers in the mirror, "Trust me, you'll just be a distraction and El can't afford it."

The younger girls charcoal ringed eyes met the blue ones in the back seat and she nods her head once. Allison averts her gaze, accepting the Sheriffs warning. "I'm gonna make my way up I think, it's what I'd do if I couldn't escape the building. Maybe my Dad thought the same." Allison decides, her eyes finding the top of the building before her.

With a sigh, Hopper glanced at Eleven one more time before opening his door and coming around to her side, letting both girls out, a deep frown on his face. "You ready, kid?" He asked Eleven who nodded, determination written all over her face. He turned to Allison, "Don't make me regret bringing you, stay sharp and move smart. If you hear something, wait, don't call out or run. If you run into one of those monsters put it down and leave, the noise will attract more of them." Allison nodded, adjusting her bag, and tightening her grip on the gun.

"I'll code on the walkie the second I'm out," Allison reassured purpose hardening her features. She could do this, her heart pounded in her chest and her ankle throbbed painfully, but she ignored both, she could feel her adrenaline pumping through her as her reality set in, she was doing this, alone, but she didn't feel scared, she just felt ready. She was ready. "Let's do this."

Emergency lights were useless. Allison learned that quickly as she strolled the empty hallways of the fifth level. The low light had been a blessing when the three of them had separated in the lobby, eyes purposely avoiding the shredded corpse to the right. Hopper and Eleven had taken the stairs and Allison had taken the elevator deciding to start her search on the floor that contained her Father's office and the laboratories.

Allison thought it was a little strange that her Father worked on the level that dealt mostly with chemistry. Her father was a geneticist, or at least that's what the placard on the wall beside the elevator had said, Richard Edwards, geneticist- level supervisor. Allison couldn't claim a deep understanding of science of any kind, but Richard Edwards didn't seem to be the right person to be looking over a bunch of chemists.

Wondering again what her Father had gotten himself into she wandered down the hall before her. Allison couldn't help but think about the time she had gone to her father for help with her biology homework in ninth grade and he had flipped through the page with an amused chuckle, "I might have to tag your Mom in on this one, Kiddo, understanding how Humans work has never been my forte."

The few lights that worked were dimmed and flickered over and over, lighting the darkest corners for just a second before plunging back into an uncomfortable blackness. It was silent except for the hum of electricity flowing above, spotting a dark wood door at the end of the hall, Allison tightened her grip around her gun and pressed forward, eyes darting from one door to the next, shoulders pushed up to her ears in anticipation.

The door had her Father's name engraved into a gold plaque on the door, pushing it open gently, Allison slipped inside silently, closing it behind her. Richard had left the curtains open allowing the soft glow of the moon to penetrate the room. Relaxing slightly, Allison lowered her weapon observing the picture frames that lined the walls of her Father's office. She could make out certificates interspersed between the photos of Richard Edwards holding awards or smiling beside various older men. In some he wore a nice suit, in others he wore a lab coat.

The largest photo sat in the middle of all of them, it was a photo of Richard Edwards shaking hands with Ronald Regan, a large smile on both men's faces, Allison thought it had been taken in the White House but couldn't ever recall him mentioning a trip to Washington. Her family had always known that he worked for the government but a photo with the President? She really didn't know her Father at all.

Turning away in frustration, Allison made her way to the desk sitting in the middle of the room. It was obvious to her that her Father hadn't been here since before the Demodogs attacked. Pulling the heavy wooden drawers open she found nothing but blank pages and ballpoint pens. No weapons. No car keys. No proof of a man with too many secrets. Allison wondered if it was possible that this was a fake office, it made sense that he would have somewhere away from the secrets of the underground to conduct business.

The room they had spoken in earlier must be his actual office she surmised, sighing in frustration Allison pushed away from the desk. Hopper would kill her if she went anywhere near that room. Glancing over the tabletop in suspicion, Allison thought back to Doctor Owens and his recognition of the Daniels children. A plaque, an empty pad, and a single blue pen, not a picture in sight.

Frustrated but feeling the need for the truth she decided to stick to her original plan, Allison looked over the room once more before exiting into the sterile hallways once again. If she couldn't find her Dad perhaps she could find other survivors who could tell her what was going on in this building and why her Father was meeting with the President in his free time.

She was only meters from the silver doors of the elevator when she heard it, the deep animalistic growl that had haunted her since this nightmare had begun. She felt the grumbles in her bones and tossed her head from side to side, unsure where it came from. When the sound echoed down the hall again she nearly missed it, the harsh expel of her own breaths almost drowning them out. A dark shape crawled in front of the elevator with a snarl, it's mouth opening viciously to reveal its rows of teeth. With a shaky breath, Allison took a step backwards, eyes never leaving the Demodog that watched her immobile, waiting for her move.

"Shit."

Allison and the creature were at an impasse; it seemed to be waiting for her to make the first move, sensing her shaking fists and pounding heart. Raising the gun slowly with shaky hands, Allison felt her heartbeat triple, blood rushing into her ears and plunging her into a frightening moment of silence. Taking a deep breath, she fired. The sound was louder than she could have ever anticipated, the brunette temporarily lost balance at the ringing in her ears and the torque from the small gun in her hands. The bullet sliced into the left leg of the monster ahead of her causing a deep rumbling growl from the creature before it pounced in anger.

Pulling the trigger again, Allison watched in horror as the creature whined at the impact of a second bullet, this time causing blood to splatter from its middle. It continued on, flowered mouth opened and razor-sharp teeth pulsating as it's body lunged again. She braced and squeezed the trigger again and again until the ear-shattering bangs turned to empty clicks. Still, the bleeding creature came, blood dripping onto the floor behind it. Throwing the gun in frustration Allison dived to the right of the hallway at the precise moment the dog closed its mouth over where her head had just been. Allison lost her balance, crashing through the white door she landed on.

Scrambling to her feet, Allison threw herself behind a tall workbench, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to quiet her gasps. She cursed to herself when she realised she couldn't see the door and pushed herself onto her hands and knees, crawling to the corner. Her hunter was silent, Allison couldn't tell if it had followed her or if it still sat outside. Glancing around the dark lab she noticed that like her Father's dummy office it was pristine and empty. The shelving she leaned against under the bench was bare and clean, the tabletops as well. Allison could see a chemical unit a few feet in front of her that was locked, it was also empty.

Bunsen burners lined the back wall and Allison made a gut decision. If she could turn them on, she would have the perfect distraction. The gunshots from minutes before would bring more Demo-dogs to hunt her but a fire, something she could use as a weapon now that she was defenceless it could also be her perfect getaway. Swallowing down the lump in her throat she stood, slowly and silently edging to the back of the large lab.

The hose to the burner was connected already much to the brunette's relief. She closed the collar on the burner and flicked the gas switch underneath the white table top. Nothing happened. With a silent inhale, Allison ripped the hose from the base realizing no gas was coming out. It was fake just like the rest of the room, just like she was starting to suspect, the rest of this entire building. It was a front, anything a Hawkins resident could see was a lie.

Frustration mounted in her, why was this happening? She could hear the scrape of the monster's feet as it moved closer and panic set in. Allison was defenceless, she'd wasted her bullets and now she was trapped inside a moon-lit display room with one exit. A tear cascaded down her cheek as she leaned against the bench, her head resting on her raised knees. Allison cursed her obnoxious curiosity; if she had of just kept her nose out of this if she had of just stayed in the car when Steve and Dustin told her too, she could be home safe with her Mom and Daniel. Instead, she had put them both in danger and she was about to get ripped apart by monsters.

Growls vibrated down the hall and she whimpered, hugging her knees tightly. She thought of Daniel again, his little face had been so worried, she had promised she wouldn't be stupid and here she was. Gripping the straps of her brothers bag tightly Allison felt her resolve harden, wiping her face she scowled at the scratches of the approaching creatures.

She was trapped in this sterilized room and she wasn't going down without a fight. Stomping to the centre of the room, Allison watched as three Demo-dogs stalked into the room, growling as they surrounded her. "I could probably think of a cool line from Terminator or something if I had paid attention to the movie, I'll just go with a wicked classic: You sons of bitches wanna fight, let's fight" She growled, fisting her shaking hands in front of her.

Guilt filled briefly as she thought of her friends, she had promised she would be careful, that she'd come back and as she watched the monsters tear toward her, she realised she'd lied. Frustration and anger force the brunette's hands out in front of her and she screams. Allison screams so loud she can feel the ground move beneath her. She feels an unbearable heat surrounding her, masking her face as she closes her eyes and tucks her head into her shoulder seconds before the world burns.