"sometimes an angel,
sometimes a hell raiser."
clara wheeler had no intentions of involving herself in her twin brothers little clan of misfits.
that all changed when the one boy she genuinely liked went missing, and clara would help get him ba...
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The radio static was, although not understandable, obviously Lucas Sinclairs frantic voice.
"Shit, he's way out of range," Dustin cursed, hitting the walkie as if it would do anything.
Mike reached over Dustin, snatching the walkie talkies into his hand. "Lucas, you need to slow down, we can't understand you!"
Mixed in with the incoherent static, she heard the words eleven, repeat, and bad.. hen? Mad.. hen?
"The bad men are coming," Mike breathed, sharing a panicked look with Clara before breaking into a sprint up the stairs.
Clara glanced between Dustin and El, ultimately following her brother up the stairs and into the kitchen.
Pulling the curtain open harshly, the twins noticed a white 'hawkins repairs' van outside their house.
"You don't think," Dustin trailed off from his spot behind Clara, gulping.
Clara shot up, running into the kitchen and interrupting her mom's phone call loudly. "Mom!"
Mrs. Wheeler shushed her daughter, returning to the phone call.
"MOM!"
Karen glared, setting the phone against her chest. "What have I told you and Mike, Cl-"
"Have you scheduled any repairs?" She asked quickly, shivering as a gust of air from Mike walking in hit her bare arms.
"What?" Karen asked, confused.
"Have you scheduled any repairs on the house?" Mike clarified, Clara nodding in agreement.
"No- I don't think so..."
"Guys," Dustin panted, out of breath, "we need to leave. Now."
Clara, glancing at her mother one more time, took off in a run after Dustin, Mike shouting some words and following as well.
"This is bad," Clara muttered to herself, jogging down the stairs by two.
While Mike collected El, Dustin grabbed his headset and walkie. Clara shoved on a jacket, pulling a pair of converse over her small feet and escaping through the back door.
The four each hopped on to their respective bikes, Eleven climbing on to the back of Mike's, and pedalled steadily away and down the street.
