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Kill the Lights // Chapter 10

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 9 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokenetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 2,186

Content warnings: PTSD, anxiety, dissociation, angst, cursing

Author’s note: we’re finally merging into season 3!! I know a lot of people prefer when fics are word for word with the original work when staying with a storyline, but personally I don’t care for it much, it’s too repetitive over time. So it’s not fully canon, but this fic never fully was to begin with. Hope that’s alright! Title comes from ‘find my way home’ by misterwives. For some reason, tumblr still won’t show my posts in the tags I use, so if you like this (or any of the chapters) please don’t be afraid to reblog!! It’s always greatly appreciated <3 Alrighty, enough rambling. Hope you enjoy this one y’all!!

Chapter 10: Bad Dreams to Reality

Just a short, sleepless 24 hours later, Violet was thrown into something that gave her the same dreadful ache her nightmare gave her.

“So you mean to tell me out of all your abilities, you never learned another language?” Dustin sassed at Violet, and her jaw fell open in disbelief.

“Oh yes, so sorry I never asked my abusers to teach me something that would be useful after I escaped!” Violet snapped back, and Dustin shrunk in his chair. Steve grimaced as he looked away from the two, pretending to find more fascination in the tape recorder on the table.

The three of them were huddled around the small table in the back room; Dustin explained how he stumbled upon a code being sent over the airwaves while using Cerebro. It definitely didn’t sound like it belonged in Hawkins, that was for sure. He was convinced it was a top secret code in Russian, and currently was upset that Violet had limitations to her abilities.

“Even if we do find out what it says, does it even matter? Why should we care?” Violet whined, crossing her arms as she fell into a chair between the two boys.

“We should care because we could be American heroes, Vi! Don’t you want that?” Dustin exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Ask me how much I genuinely care, Dustin. Go ahead-“

“Vi, be nice-“

“Steve, I am exhausted, there’s no room for nice today.” Violet groaned, letting her head roll back.

“Jesus, you guys are so loud back here.” Robin chimed in as she strolled through the door. “Why don’t you just announce to the rest of the parlor what your heroic plans are?”

“Thank you, Robin.” Violet said, eyes closed as she massaged her temples. “You think their voices are loud, you should hear their th-“

“Violet!” Steve hissed, causing Violet’s sentence to stop dead in its tracks. She was so exhausted, she almost let one of her own secrets slip.

Robin raised a brow at them, arms crossed. “Alright, what’s really going on here?”

“I intercepted a Russian transmission the other night-“

“Dustin!”

“Steve it’s fine, settle down-“

“A Russian transmission? Go on,” Robin said as she pulled a folding chair over from the wall. As she sat on it, she motioned her hands in a “c’mon” motion to Dustin.

“Okay, so we think it sounds Russian, but none of us know Russian, so that’s as far as we got.” He explained, and Robin’s eyes flicked down towards the tape recorder.

Robin went on to tell them how her ears were “little geniuses” after taking several language classes and being in band, and how she was confident she could figure it out.

So, they got to work, replaying the tape over and over, pausing and rewinding to phonetically write out what they heard, looking up the closest matches in a Russian-to-English dictionary Dustin brought with him. While the room was abuzz with excitement of decoding hidden secrets, Violet realized she overstayed her welcome, break long over by now, and headed back to Sam Goody.

The fluorescent lights hummed above her as she shuffled back down the employee hallway alone. Just as her hand reached the knob to the record store’s door, the hair on her arms stood up straight. A feeling of dread, that feeling she was getting for awhile now, washed over her. Like something was out of place, something just wasn’t right, but she still couldn’t figure out what exactly it was.

The lights above her flickered, and a mechanical, crashing noise echoed down the hall. It sent chills down her spine.

“You’re just easily spooked. It’s just that silly dream that has you worked up, Vi.” She tried reassuring herself.

“Hello?” Violet called out. The noises stopped, only to transition to heavy footsteps, and it sent her senses ablaze. Her hands fumbled with the store key, unlocking the door and slamming it shut behind her. She didn’t realize how much she was shaking until she slid down the door, trying to catch her breath.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, kid.”

Violet’s head snapped up to see her boss, Connie, standing above her and staring with concern. Violet let a sigh of relief out seeing a familiar face. Connie was a middle aged woman, a little off the wall and eccentric in her style with her bright orange hair and bold patterned clothing, but her mom instincts came naturally while supervising over the younger employees that ran her store. Violet enjoyed working with her.

“I’m alright- must’ve just been some leaky pipes in the hall.” Violet shrugged off her fears, more for herself or Connie, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem convincing to either woman, but Connie nodded, holding her hand out to Violet to help her back up.

“You’re lucky I like ya’, kid, I almost sent a search squad after you!” Connie laughed, and Violet forced herself to laugh through her shot nerves.

“Sorry, won’t go over my break again, I swear!” Violet pushed out more giggles. At least her boss was a pretty relaxed person overall, and it was still somewhat slow in the store.

“Meet me out on the floor when you’re ready. We got some new shipments today, nothin’ exciting though, just some stereo cords, so don’t get all jazzed up. Bring the boxes out with you, alright?” Connie said, waving her hand back and forth as she walked back out of the stock room.

“Jazzed up. Who even says that?” Violet laughed to herself, genuinely this time, shaking her head.

Her eyes wandered the room for the new shipment boxes, usually left right by the back door. As she got closer to the boxes, the logo, while never seen before by her, sent a shock through her body. A feeling of deja vu shook her bones as her fingers ran over the design.

Flashes of emotions ran through her as visions zoomed through her mind. The feeling of falling, falling, falling, again, this time she saw faces, faces she knew, faces she didn’t know-

“Vi? Can you bring out that crate of records, too?” Connie yelled back to Violet. “It’s just some restock.”

Violet shook her head, trying to shake what she just saw from her mind, before yelling back, “Sure thing, Con!”

She couldn’t shake the feeling, though. It was fused to her with a death grip. Something definitely wasn’t right, and she didn’t have a single idea what it had to do with the logo on the box, but it terrified her.

The design, a simple “Lynx Transportation” logo with a silver silhouette of a large cat, made absolutely no sense in startling her this much, but she sensed it couldn’t be good regardless. Something about it got under her skin, enough where she tried to replay the visions in her mind again. Just like her dream the night before, they slipped away quickly before she could fully grasp what she saw. Just blue. Lots of blue. Blue, blinding lights. She saw so many faces in that brief vision, she couldn’t remember them all.

As she picked up the box to bring it out, the logo stared right back at her, almost taunting and mocking her for what she just felt.

Violet had no idea what the hell was going on, what she was sensing, what was about to happen, but her questions going unanswered were beginning to drive her insane.

———

Steve began pulling the gate over the entrance to Scoops Ahoy closed, when an unseen force began pushing it back up. Panicked, Steve gripped onto the handle, and started rising with the metal gate.

“Babe, would you let go of that?” Violet giggled at her boyfriend, nearly dangling from the top of the doorway. Steve let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Violet, realizing who forced the gate back open. Panic set back in quickly, though.

“Okay, one, put me down, please,” Steve lowered his voice into a whisper, hissing at Violet. “And two- what the hell do you think you’re doing right now?!”

Violet rolled her eyes and flicked her hand casually in a downward motion, causing the gate to lower, and gently set Steve back on his feet. She ducked under the gate before he fully closed it.

“I’m serious, Vi, you have to be careful!” Steve scolded her, almost as if she was a careless child, and she rolled her eyes again as a child in trouble would. “Someone could have seen that!”

“And nobody did. Mall’s closed, mostly everyone went home already, it’s fine. We’ve got worse to worry about.” Violet tried pushing past his concern. “It happened again.”

“What? What happened?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder, still on high alert. Robin and Dustin must’ve still been in the back, leaving the couple alone in the parlor.

“The dream, but I wasn’t dreaming. I was awake. I was awake and I saw it, Steve.” Violet rushed out in a whisper. Even talking about it felt wrong. It made it, whatever it was, feel real, and Violet didn’t want any part of it.

“How? If you were awake-“

“I don’t know, it’s like flashes of these images, flashes of these emotions, everything rolled into one. It was too fast again. I couldn’t remember much.”

“But you did remember some things?” He implored, still concerned.

“Faces. I saw faces I knew, ones I didn’t. You know, it’s apparently a fact that every face you see in your dreams is a face you’ve seen in real life before? How the hell did I see faces I couldn’t recognize?” Violet rambled out, collapsing into one of the booths. Steve followed, eyes still locked on hers, listening intently.

“Okay, but who did you recognize?” Steve asked cautiously, and the question flicked a switch in Violet’s mind.

“You. You, Robin, Dustin-“ Violet stuttered out, clutching her head in her hands. Trying to remember felt draining, and she could feel a dull ache approaching in her skull. Steve must have noticed, because he immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t put yourself through hell to remember. It’s gonna be okay-“

“You don’t know that. None of us do.” Violet snapped, her head jolted back up. “What if something is coming, and I can stop it? I have to try-“

“You don’t even know what this is, Vi. Please, I need you to just rest for a little, okay?” Steve pleaded with her, voice laced with concern again. “You can stay over again if you want, I won’t leave your side, and after some sleep we can try to figure this out in the morning. Alright?”

Violet reluctantly nodded, but he was right. She had been up for well over a full 24 hours by now, and it couldn’t have been helping whatever she was dealing with now.

A short while later, Violet followed Steve, Robin and Dustin out of the shop, and into the main hallway of the mall. Neon lights above stores buzzed gently. The mall had an eerie feel to it past closing. Violet figured that was just because they were the only ones in the building currently.

Until they weren’t.

Violet’s pace slowed to a stop behind the group as they walked towards the exit when she felt it. Sensed it. The four of them weren’t alone in the building anymore. Sounds around her slowed down and her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

Violet couldn’t hear thoughts from anyone else, but she could sense the intentions in the air, and they were far from kind.

“I’m just tired, it’s just sleep deprivation playing tricks on me, it’s fine. We’re fine. I’m fine.” Violet tried talking herself down, but her intuition wouldn’t let up, wouldn’t quiet down.

“Vi? What’s wrong, babe?”

Violet focused back in on the present, eyes connecting back to reality to see Steve walking back to her. A child’s ride, a horse, was moving and playing a tune behind him, Robin and Dustin standing near it too. She didn’t even see them walk over or Steve put money in, but the notes of the music rang through her head like alarms. She knew this music. She heard it in the tape recording Dustin had, but she knew it wasn’t from that. She heard it before, in her dream. Background static to the rest of the chaos, but clear enough that she recognized it.

“You alright?” He asked, hand tangling into her’s. His thumb gently rubbed her hand, trying to bring her back to her surroundings.

“Y-yeah, just tired.” Violet lied, softly smiling. She didn’t want to worry him any further. “Let’s just head home.”

Steve wasn’t convinced, but squeezed her hand as reassurance without pushing any further, and began to lead her over to their friends to exit the mall. As they walked by the ride, still playing it’s haunting tune, Violet knew it was only a matter of time before things began to unravel. It wouldn’t be long before her fears manifested into reality.

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Jerks

At the same time, or slightly before you read this, on a small vessel just outside of the planet Earth's atmosphere, two rather bored looking individuals sat in silence flipping unmarked cards onto a table. The cards gradually piled up.

"I win," one of them said.

The other collected the cards, shuffled them, split the deck and started over.

"I win. Thats six. Im telling you, its all in the wrist."

The other shook his head as he gathered up the cards again. "For you maybe. But I'm on a whole other level. I'm working on a special technique," he said looking downward with a grimace-like expression, "a secret technique. Ancient. A technique of the mind."

"Well whatever, I've grown rather fond of the wrist technique. It seems to be effective for winning."

"Its not all about winning, Siggy."

"Actually thats all its about."

He flipped another card

"I win."

"Well maybe in the long run, but once I get this down, I'll be winning in my sleep."

"And how long does this technique take to develop?"

"Dunno, probably like another four thousand years. You just keep wristing about…you'll see."

"Well I don't have time for that." Flip. "I win. I quit."

"You can't quit. I can't master the technique unless you play. Just one more, I've almost got it."

"Nope." He got up and adjusted his jumpsuit as he floated away. "I'm done," he said, "have fun," yawning so it sounded more like 'howl run'. He floated across the room and brought his ass down onto the rotating stool in front of the control console. Just beyond him was a window, on its glass surface was a vast diagram of the galaxy, the screen activated automatically as he sat and the Earth appeared. He moved his palm across the ball in the middle of the board and various index fields opened up. Lines of glyphs streamed along the fields and he selected a certain parameter of information that he needed. "Hey Salamander," he said.

"Not now I'm concentrating." He flipped another card.

"No seriously," Sigfried checked the text once again for verification and then turned around. Salamander, narrowed his eyes on the target and flipped again. The card went out of control, catching a maverick pocket of gravity and flew to the other end of the room.

"Shit," he said.

"Salamander you dull witted bastard. I've got the lock-in. Lets get dressed, its time to do this."

Salamander shot up from his seat, and immediately found himself in a deep, orgasmic black-out stretch that disabled him even as he drifted into the ceiling. "Yearrrhhh!" He announced upon his recovery. He positioned his feet on the ceiling and propelled himself in the direction of the door. "Its about damn time. Im startin' to get space-crazy." The door opened and he drifted through it.

"Yeah right." Sigfried palmed the ball and brought up the log. He typed something into the field, read it, deleted it and typed something else. He cleared the screen, leaving only the live video feed of the Earth before doing a backflip that sent him flying towards the door.

Sigfried drifted through the bright tunnel after Salamander. "Goddamn this lexicon. It keeps fucking me up. I almost made an entry in English. The translation would have been something like 'smoking mango bridge platoon'.

"Hey, thats pretty funny. Yeah I've realized that despite the phonetic similarities in origin, the languages don't exactly translate with the greatest accuracy,"

They reached the end of the corridor and another door flew open.

"Did you know that the word for jillywog, when phonetically translated into english means 'violent sodomy'? I think thats hilarious."

They flew over to a platform and, with their legs straight, bent over so that their heads were at their knees and grabbed onto handles sticking out of the floor.

"Yeah and your name's a lizard," said Sigfried.

The gravity came back on and their legs flopped up which instantly became down. They fell from the handles like sausages and flopped around on the floor for a while.

"Wee."

"Ugh," Salamander grunted, "my organs".

"Yeah its like spontaneous obesity." I feel like an elfant."

They crawled towards the ladder in a similar fashion to the behavior of helpless, brain starved zombies.

Salamander panted, "Oh, I think you mean elephant. Get on it."

"On it?" , he pondered, "mmm. Oh yeah."

They managed to make there way to the ladder, but by then they had grown accustomed to the dead air and were walking normally.

"Better not be doing that when we're on the ground or you'll blow our super secret cover. Ruin everything." Salamander keyed open a glass container on the wall and flipped the switch inside. The door flew open.

"Doubt it. Are you sure they can even speak they're own language?"

"Language is language. I guess it doesn't help either that we were tutored in the lexicon of 21st century American English. "

"Yeah they're already going to think we're crazy. But whatever. After a few of these, I'm almost beginning to loose interest in the art of it all."

Salamander blew out. "Yeah right. The art. Good one."

"Yeah. Right."

Once inside the room they stripped from their white jump suits and stepped into the showers. Sigfried slammed his hand onto a button and they closed their eyes. With a high pitched sound, a thousand subatomic sanitation capsules began their molecular fornication, splitting, exploding, and instantly covering them in a fine white powder.

Sigfried opened his eyes back up, "yeah well, we'll only be dealing with Grey for the most part. But lets keep it classy, he turned around to face Salamander with a hard winkish expression, wish I was the jovial one."

"No way. You had your chances. Its my turn. Plus, with how much experience you have with it, imagine how much better you'll do with the other!" Said Salamander voluptuously, "and we also have to deal with Tatum this time. So I got dibs."

Sigfried's preparation for this one was pure documentation. It still allowed for an equal performance to Salamander's; being directly conditioned through the eyes and experiences of human beings, but Sigfried's was still a more analytical one. 'Participation On Top Priority Of Importance.' This was not his preferred rodeo.

The refreshers had dried onto their skin and they turned to face the wall. Spindly little metallic arms slithered out from countless invisible holes , clicking like little spiders and delicately peeled the waxy substance from their bodies like reptilian egg goo. Standing there naked, shaven and dripping with excess refresher, they looked like a couple of clergy clones straight out of the bed.

They each stepped into one of the dozen follicle pods that lined the adjacent wall. As the doors slammed shut, a soothing but relentless vapor filled the tiny rooms. During their training, Salamander remembered, they had been adamant about making sure your eyes were closed during this part of the cleansing procedure. But he had realized that if you look down at a certain angle, the retinas don't become irritated, and you get to see your hair grow back. Salamander enjoyed the show, like plants growing in fast forward.

The pod doors opened up and they each stepped out, rejuvenated, disinfected, and freshly furry with a specific calibration of body hair. They stepped out and headed back into the locker room.

"Alright Siggy," Salamander adjusted his shirt collar, "should we do some sight seeing first, or just get straight down to business?"

"You know my answer. I can't stand pre-dhonic human society. Any period actually."

"Oh c'mon its fun. Its like…"

"Its like visiting your smelly old grandma's preserved vagina. What are the coordinates?"

"Alright. Achille, Oklahoma. 40-00100. 33°50′5″N 96°23′25″W / 33.83472°N 96.39028°W / 33.83472; -96.39028."

Sigfried typed on the key board, it made bloopity bleep blop sounds. "Alright lets do this."

They stepped into the Fader and Disappeared.

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