I'm BAAAAAAAACK! Before I say any more though, can I just...apologize to you guys for making you guys wait for a bit more than half a year for me to start up Season 2? I know I said I'll start it up when I feel ready to make it, but...
I've actually been ready to make it since March.
However, I gave myself ANOTHER fanfic to update along with trying to update another one without thinking it through fully. I couldn't work on more than two fanfics at a time unless I really wanted to stress myself out, so I had to work on those. Thankfully, I have completed them both a couple days ago and now I can finally start up Season 2 of this fanfic! After so long... T_T
With all that said, here's the chapter to start it off! Enjoy!
It was October 28th, 1984. It was a clear night in the luminous Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Near a building, a parked van was there, a person in a blue wolf mask seated on the driver's seat. She was looking around, making sure the coast was clear. On her lap was a blonde-haired little girl, possibly around four, with two pigtails wearing pink overalls that were kind of dirty and a plain white shirt under it. She held up a baby-faced mask to her face, looking around like the woman was. She then looked up at the woman and asked, "When is Mommy coming out?"
The woman looked down at her and replied, "She'll be back. She always did, Holly."
Suddenly, they both heard the alarm in the building go off, looking at the entrance. Four more masked people got out of the building, one of them shouting, "Go, go, go!" Half of them was male, the other half female.
They all opened the doors to the van and got inside, closing them. Holly got right into one of the female's lap the second she saw her sit down on the passenger's seat. The female buckled both her and herself up. The person at the wheel started the engines as police sirens were heard not too far. The person then drove the van away from the building and made a U-turn, being chased by a police car. It drove past other cars, trying to avoid them at all costs.
While that was happening, the people in the van removed their masks. An African-American woman was the one driving, a man with a blonde mohawk, an African-American man with a long black braid, and a girl with punk-rock hair were at the back. The girl Holly got onto was in her late teens with short-cut, shaggy, bleached hair with black tips was sitting at the passenger's seat. That girl had sky-blue eyes, pearly-white skin, and ashy-black eye shadow. Some ash could be seen on her lips too, working as lipstick.
The people in the back saw the police car coming closer as the driver tried to avoid other cars in the way. The man with the mohawk shouted, "Get 'em off'a us, Mick!"
"I'm trying!" the woman shouted back as she pressed her foot on the gas hard, gaining the speed of the van.
"Go to the alley, on your right," the girl with the bleached hair said to Mick.
"Okay." The woman then swerved into the alley, losing one police car, but being in front of others. "SHITSHITSHIT!" The woman then tried to avoid them, only to hit a bunch of trash on the side. The girl with the bleached hair kept her serious look ahead though as the other girl with the punk-hair was laughing in amusement. Holly looked scared, the teen holding her tight.
Mick managed to avoid more cars and finally, drove into an empty parking lot, which was their path to their designated hideout. She sighed in relief as well as the three others from the back. The girl with the bleached hair didn't feel that way though, as they all heard more police cars coming right to them. The man with the mohawk looked back at them again. "Great, we got more, Mick!" he exclaimed.
"Damn it!" the woman shouted again as she picked up the speed. The van turned to another path, but the cop cars still chased it down.
The guy with the mohawk then looked at the teenage girl on the passenger's seat and shouted, "Do something!"
The girl sighed as she turned to Mick. "On the next right, there's a tunnel," she said to her. "Take it."
Mick nodded at her as she turned the van to her right and headed for the tunnel ahead. The cop cars still chased it as it entered into the tunnel, though the cop cars were lagging behind. The girl with the bleached hair then closed her eyes and slowly raised her free hand up to her face. She slowly turned it into a fist as she smirked and said, "Boom."
...
From the sight of one of the cops, the top of the tunnel collapsed, causing him to swerve and stop. It made the other cop cars stop as well and even crash into it. Little did that cop know that it was all...an illusion, since none of the other cops saw the rubble.
...
The van finally exited the tunnels. Everyone was relieved, the girl with the punk-rock hair cheering and clapping. The guy with the mohawk sighed in relief as well as the African-American man. Holly looked up at her mother, now smiling. "You did it, Mommy!" she said to her happily.
She smiled at her, stroking one of her pigtails and replying, "I did, Holly." The girl's nose was bleeding, so she wiped the blood with her black finger-less glove. As she was wiping her nose, there was a small tattoo on her wrist exposed...
The tattoo had a capital "N" and the numbers "0" and "8" on it.
In her room, Jane was sitting down at the little fort in the basement. Her curly brown hair was a bit longer, now completely covering the back of her neck. She wore a red and white-striped long-sleeved shirt with her usual brown coat over it, sandy-colored cargo pants, and dark-colored sneakers. She had her walkie-talkie in her hand, hearing Dustin ask, "Jane, you copy?"
She pressed the talk button and answered, "Yeah, I copy."
"Wait, what the hell are you doing on this channel?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Nothing. Now what is it?"
"Lucas and I have six bucks in total. What's your haul?"
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she heard that. She completely forgot about that. She got out of the little fort and stood up, replying, "I-I don't know yet!"
"What d'ya mean ya don't know yet?!"
"Just hold on. Call Will." She then cut communications with her friend and ran up the stairs to go to Kali's bedroom.
...
When she arrived there, she looked through her drawers to find any ounce of money. All she found was her underwear and dresses. She dug into one of the drawer boxes and found her older sister's piggy bank. She closed the drawer, carrying it to the bed. She removed the plug and shook the piggy bank, some coins dropping off of it.
Suddenly, the door opened and revealed Kali herself. Her hair was now cut short and having a small, left-swept bang. She wore a white and black long-sleeved shirt, dark-navy skinny jeans, and white sneakers. She looked shocked to see her stealing her money like this. "What the hell, Jane?!" she exclaimed, making turn to her and look shocked that she was caught.
She quickly set the piggy bank on the bed and grabbed some of the coins, shoving them into her pockets. "I'll pay you back, Kali!" she shouted to her as she ran past her to get outside.
The Indian girl scoffed, thinking that she wasn't going to get away just like that. So she chased after her, running as well. "Jane! Get back here!" The two then got into a wild goose chase.
As they reached to the ground floor, they happened to run past their mother, Terry. Her hair was down and she wore a plain white-collared shirt, dark skinny jeans, and white shoes. She was carrying a bag of food and about to leave when she saw them run past her. That surprised her a little as she saw them run to the door of the garage. "Girls, what's going on?!" she asked them before they left. She sighed and shook her head, crossing her arms. She figured they were back at it with the chases they do with Jane troubling Kali in some way. "Figures." They were sisters, after all.
...
Jane quickly got her bike and ran out of the open garage door with it. "Jane!" Kali yelled. The tomboy then hopped onto her bike and rode away. Out of breath, the teenage girl stopped, seeing her adoptive sister ride away from the driveway and into the street. Kali raised her arms up before putting them back to her sides in defeat. "Bitch..." she muttered under her breath. She hoped she would pay her back. If not...well, she'll pay in another way.
Now with Jane joining up with Lucas and Dustin, the three arrived at the town's arcade and parked their bikes at the bike space. They suddenly heard a car horn, making them turn and see their friend, Will, waving at them and Joyce driving. The kids smiled at him and waved back at him. After talking with his mom, the auburn-haired boy finally got out of the car and joined up with them. Now the fun can begin.
...
They were finally inside. Dustin played Dragon's Lair while the others were watching. "Aw shit, you guys, I'm in uncharted territory here," he said to them.
As the dragon was attacking, the kids shouted to him off-sync, "Down!"
"Okay, okay!" He moved the joystick down and his character managed to dodge the attack.
"Right, right, right!" He moved to the right and avoided another attack. The cutscene kept playing until it showed a sword. Dustin moved up his joystick, looking confident, while the rest of the kids looked awed and wanting more of the action.
The kids then began clamoring about what Dustin should do before the curly-haired boy in question said, "Okay, guys! Shut up! SHUT UP!" He kept mashing a button, but then his character got burned. Jane gasped and like the rest of the friends, looked shocked at this. "No, no, NO!" He then began smacking the arcade machine. "God, I hate this overpriced BULLSHIT!" He then kicked it. "Son of a bitch!"
"Well, dude, you're not nimble enough," Lucas stated, patting his shoulder. "You'll get there someday." He then smirked and pointed at the screen. "'til then though, Princess Daphne's still mine." The beautiful, scantily-clad woman then appeared on the screen.
Jane scoffed. "She's the only reason why you bother playing this," she said to him.
Lucas scoffed as well and shrugged. "If you were a guy, you would understand." She rolled her eyes at him in disbelief, crossing her arms.
"Sure..."
"Alright, guys, cut it out," Dustin said. "I'm still topping Centipede and Dig Dug, so take that!"
"You sure about that?" asked a guy. All of them turned to see a teenage guy with brown hair, eating chips from a bag.
The curly-haired boy looked concerned. "Sure about what?" The guy gave him a look that gave him the answer, now his face turning into worry. "Oh God, no, no, no!" He and his friends then ran to the game of Centipede and Dig Dug, seeing Dustin in 2nd place for the both of them. "NO! WHAT?!"
Will's eyes widened when he saw the top score. "751,300 points?!" he exclaimed.
Jane also looked shocked to see the score. "Holy crap! That's impossible!" she also exclaimed. All of them saw the name for the holder of the score, looking back at the guy.
"Who the hell's Mad Max?" Dustin asked him.
He shrugged. "Better than you." The curly-haired boy flipped him off.
"Is it you?" asked Will.
The guy scoffed. "You all know I despise Dig Dug."
"Then who is it?" asked Jane.
"Yeah! Spill it, Keith! Who is it?!"
Keith snickered. "You need information, I need something in return." He then looked at Jane, whose eyes widened again as she looked up at him, shaking her head.
"No, no way! You're not getting a date with her!" she replied to him.
The African-American boy sighed and said to her, "Come on, Jane. It's just one date."
She gave him a look of disbelief. "My sister is NOT a prostitute!"
Will did think it was a bad idea, so he added, "Honestly, I don't think it's a good idea."
Lucas gave him a look of disbelief. "Of course, you'd defend her."
"She's my friend! How could I not?!"
"Guys, guys!" Dustin shouted to break up the arguing. "We don't need to prostitute Kali for him." He then pointed at the guy. "He'd probably spread his nasty-ass rash to her whole family."
Jane nodded. "Right."
Keith gave him a look of objection. "Acne isn't a rash and it isn't contagious, you prepubescent wastoids!"
"Oh, I'M a wastoid?! She wouldn't go on a date with YOU!" the curly-haired boy retorted.
"Yeah, you're not exactly Steve Harrington," the tomboy added.
"Plus, you make like, what? $2.50 an hour?"
Keith rolled his eyes at them and said, "You two got nice perms."
They looked at him in disgust. "Oh, now you're making fun of our hair?" Dustin asked.
"This is all natural," Jane sharply said to him, holding the curls of her hair.
"Yeah, mine too!" Dustin did the same thing with his curls.
"So is mine."
"But we take care of our hair!"
Keith rolled his eyes again and told the tomboy, "I feel sorry for Kali about having you as her sister."
She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "Kali wouldn't like you saying that."
He scoffed. "If that's true, then you know that Will has a crush on you, right?"
She gave him a weird look. How could someone like Will have a crush on her? She shook her head. "That's not true. He's my friend. We don't feel that way about each other. Isn't that right, Will?" She then turned to see him, but he wasn't there. That made her worry. "Will?" She then walked away to find him, calling him by his name.
When she did, Keith added, "Ah, that's typical." The two other boys looked up at him. "Girls are usually blind when some guy has a crush on them."
The two boys looked at him disapprovingly. "Just piss off, Keith," Dustin said.
"Yeah, just go, we need to play," Lucas added.
He snickered at them and said, "Don't deny that your friend has a crush on her." Both of them were silent, keeping their disapproving glares at him. He sighed and began to walk away. "Whatever. Enjoy trying to beat somebody better than you chumps."
Dustin sighed and turned back to the Dig Dug console. "Asshole."
Lucas sighed as well while the curly-haired boy inserted a coin to play the game. "He is, but...he's not wrong."
Dustin sighed again. "I know he's not wrong, but that isn't the point."
"It's just that...we've known for years now and it's getting more obvious."
The curly-haired boy started playing the game. "Listen, it doesn't matter right now. We'll talk about this some other time, alright?" He then put his focus on the screen, Lucas rolling his eyes at him. He was just stating a fact, jeez...
...
When Keith left, Jane was still looking for Will before finally seeing him outside. Why was he out there? She opened the door and placed a hand on his shoulder while saying, "Will." He gasped and looked at her worried face. "Are you alright?" He looked back up at the air, seeing that it was normal...unlike before.
He looked back at her and nodded. "Y-yeah, I just, uh, needed some fresh air, Jane," he answered, feeling his face heat up a little. "Don't worry."
She sighed in relief and released her hand off his shoulder. She then gestured him to come with her, backing up to the door. "Come on, I think we're going to play Dig Dug when Keith leaves us alone." He nodded as he followed her back inside. He knew he just had another episode, but he didn't want Jane to worry. He never wanted her to be worried about what was really going on with him at all. She might freak out or something. He just wanted her to be the way she was...
The next morning, Kali, wearing a white and purple sweater with black jeans and matching sneakers, was in Steve Harrington's car with her boyfriend himself, wearing a blue jacket, a red-collared shirt, regular jeans, and sneakers. She was looking through the essay he wrote. He sighed and said, "It's shit, I know."
She scoffed and shook her head. "It's not shit, Steve," she replied.
He shrugged. "I mean, it's not good."
"It's going to be if you push yourself enough." She then organized the essay in the proper order of pages. She looked at him and asked, "Can I mark on it?"
He nodded. "Go ahead."
She got a pen from the pocket of her jeans and clicked on the top to get the point out. She leaned towards him a little to show him the paper. She pointed at the first paragraph. "So, right here, in the first paragraph, you used the basketball game against Northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great." He nodded at her again, smiling a little. "But then, around here..." She circled a chunk of the paragraph. "You talk about your grandfather's experiences in the war." She looked at him again, looking a bit puzzled. "Can you tell me how that connects?"
"Well, it connects because..." he started, pausing for a few seconds. "We both won." He looked at her to get a comment on that. She nodded and looked away from him, looking at the paper again.
"So, you should find some other way to connect those two things."
He sighed, shrugging again. "I can start from scratch, if-"
She shook her head at him. "Oh no, no! I mean..." She sighed. "When's the deadline?"
"Tomorrow morning for early application." He then placed his hand on her arm. "Can you come over and help me tonight?"
She gave him a puzzled look again. "But our dinner's tonight."
He sighed again and looked away from her, feeling like an idiot. "Jesus Christ..."
"We cancelled last week, remember?" She took a deep breath, feeling bad for him. "I mean, you don't have to go and you can just work on this-"
He snatched the paper out of her hands and crumpled it up. "What's the damn point?"
She now looked concerned for him. "Hey, can you calm down?"
"I'm calm, I'm calm." She thought he didn't look that calm, more like stressed. He looked at her again. "I'm just being honest, Kal. I mean..." He shrugged once more. "I'm just going to go work for my dad anyway."
She shook her head at him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "No, no, that's not true, Steve."
He nervously grinned at him. "It's not so bad. There's the insurance and benefits and adult stuff like that. If I took it, I'd be around for your senior year."
She smiled at him a little. "Steve..."
"Y'know, just to look at you for a little bit, so that you won't forget about this pretty face." She began chuckling. "Kal, I'm serious." She turned to him, her hand now on one of his cheeks.
"I know." They then shared a short yet loving kiss, giving each other a loving look to each other's eyes.
"I love you, Kali."
"I love you too, Steve."
Suddenly, they both heard a car revving up. Curious, they both exited the car to see a more pristine one pull up and park somewhere. A girl with red hair and freckles came out, dressed like a tomboy, having a backpack on, and holding a skateboard. A guy also came out of it, having blonde hair in a messy mullet and wearing a jean jacket, a plain white shirt, tight jeans, and boots. As the girl skated away, the guy closed the doors and flicked his cigarette away, walking to the school. Some of the girls were checking him out, especially his butt.
The couple looked confused. Who the hell was that? Was that a new guy coming to their school?
In the middle school, the four friends were in their science class with Mr. Clarke, who was talking about the human brain. Most of them were interested, but Will, like the rest of the class, wasn't. He was still thinking about what he got at his locker today: a defiled snippet of a news article about him that had "ZOMBIE BOY" on it. He was always picked on that way, being called "Zombie Boy" because he was alive even though he had a funeral.
Suddenly, the door opened and revealed the red-haired tomboy from earlier with the principal. Mr. Clarke saw her and smiled. "Ah, you must be our new student," he said.
"She is indeed," the principal said. "She's all yours." The principal then left and the girl was walking to her seat until the teacher stopped her by saying, "Ah, ah, ah, now wait a minute, young lady." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You don't get away that easily." He kindly gestured her to stand in front of the class. "Come on, don't be shy." She grudgingly did so, looking around the class.
The teacher then looked at Dustin and said, "Dustin, drum roll, please." He closed his textbook and tapped on it like a drum. He smiled at the rest of the class as he announced, "Now, class. Please welcome, from the sunny California, the newest member on our curiosity voyage, Maxine!" He then pointed his hands at her, Dustin done with his drum roll.
She gave him a disapproving look. "It's Max," she replied to him, the curly-haired boy's eyes widening.
The teacher looked at her. "I'm sorry?"
"Nobody calls me Maxine. It's just Max."
Surprised, the Party looked at each other, Lucas mouthing out, "Mad Max..." They all thought that it WAS possible...
Mr. Clarke kept his smile though. "Well, welcome aboard, Max!" As she walked to her seat, the friends saw her go there. Jane then looked away when she sat down, but the boys kept looking, making her feel concerned. Why were they still staring at her...?
In Hideaway, Terry was dressed in her waitress uniform, serving a few guys a few mugs of beer. "Here you go, boys," she said to them before winking at them. "Enjoy." She then walked away from them and looked up at the clock. It was time for her break, so she went to the kitchen to announce, "If any of you guys need me, I'll be outside in the phone booth." They all affirmed that with her as she walked outside to talk to a certain someone.
...
With the phone to her ear, she greeted, "Hey, Joyce."
"Hi, Terry. How's your day going?" the brown-haired woman asked.
"It's going fine. And yours?"
"Ah, you know, the usual."
"And you and Bob?"
She heard Joyce giggling. "Oh, we're just fine~..."
She rolled her eyes and laughed a little. "Alright, spare me the details." She then placed a hand on her hip. "You surprised me though, dating him."
"Oh, believe me, I surprised me too. He's just...perfect, y'know?"
"He seemed like a nice kid back at high school and seems to be the same way now, so I'm not that worried about him. Nice change from that son of a bitch, Lonnie."
"Definitely." She paused before saying, "You know, maybe you should start dating too."
She scoffed at the suggestion, shaking her head. "No...no thank you. I'm just fine on my own."
"Come on, not every guy's...him, you know?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I know, but I'm...just not interested right now. My daughters are my pride and joy, I don't need a man to provide that for me."
Now Joyce laughed. "Yeah, you're right. You love those girls a lot, don'tcha?"
"I'm their mother, of course I do. Don't you love your sons a lot?"
"Uh, of course!"
"See? It's just a mother thing."
"Just a mother thing~!" They both then laughed. "Anyway, I should get back to work. Don't want Donald to think I'm slacking off."
"Alright. Talk to you later, Joyce."
"Bye, Terry!" She then hung up, smiling. She was glad she and Joyce were being more like friends, calling and seeing each other often, talking about woman stuff. It was cheesy, she knew that, but it was something refreshing for her. She'll take anything refreshing at any day of the week.
Speaking of refreshing, she was now just working as a waitress. She quit her night shift, which released a lot of weight on her shoulders. It was because, in fact, ever since her meeting with Dr. Owens, she gets sent a check once a month. He knew her struggle, so it was the least he could do to make her life a bit better.
That is, if she kept everything that happened last year a secret, which she did, with no problem. She even kept one secret from others close to her AND the Labs...
Stopping here. How's the beginning chapter? Any typos or mistakes I might've missed?
Here's a link to how Nancy's hair looks like in this AU, just in case you guys wanted visuals (remove the spaces because the fact that this site doesn't allow you to put links as they are irks me): www. laguiadelvaron. (put com slash here) wp-content/ uploads/ 2016/ 11/ s-media-cache-ak0. pinimg. com-eb1d209654a11d127613f3c4b33738ce. jpg
And here's Kali's hairstyle for this season (same as before): iv1. lisimg. (put com slash here) image/ 15349257/ 640full-linnea-berthelsen. jpg
So...I haven't forgotten about Holly, I did plan for her to be in this season with Nancy. However...as you can see...she's not exactly Ted and Karen's kid in this AU...
Also, yeah, I have decided to add in Will's crush on Jane in this AU. Sorry to those of you that thought adding it in would be unnecessary, but I decided why not? Plus, this will make the story stray a little from canon. I hope I do well with it!
Well, at least Terry's doing better! Yay! But what exactly is her little secret...?
Review, follow, favorite, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!
(P.S.: I'll stick with what I did before, updating every 2-3 days since it usually takes me that long to write a chapter of this fanfic.)