#decennia ocs
zara mathersinmaneater
↳ season four
She’d felt him die.
Billy.
HerBilly.
She supposed that’s what had cemented her resolve in following Jim Hopper through the gate that night. That despair, the devastation. She knew the moment she’d lost Billy Hargrove that she’d refuse to lose Hopper, too. It was visceral, it was instinctual. They didn’t know what was on the other side, but at the very least she knew that whatever it was, she could protect him from it. That’s all she knew, and she clung to it like a lifeline, like a safety blanket. This was what she was builtfor.
She couldn’t have been more wrong. They were met with guns, with violence, with ice. They were met with what they were sure was death.
But as long as she co-operated with them, Hopper would be safe. At least, that was what they promised as they strapped her down and reduced her to a lab rat once more. The poking, the prodding, the continuous cycle of torture and sedation, hoping to provoke the power within; power that had been dampened and stolen by grief. She’d escaped that life once, only to find herself back in it. Only these doctors cared little for much else about her other than what they could steal, replicate; what they could weaponise. Martin Brenner’s embrace had been far from warm, but it scorched in comparison to that of these new beasts, these men clad in white coats, these men who were doctor only in name, and monster in nature.
All the while, she felt it. The stirrings of a malicious force returned, just beyond her reach, tugging at her flimsy tethering to the Upside Down. A warning chord, struck deep within her bones. He’d come back. One had come back. And El… Zara could feel her, too. The pain. The suffering. The rage.
Zara Mathers had spent her entire life trying to escape Hawkins. But now, at the furthest geographical point from it, she’d give everything she had and everything she was to get back.
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martha marie klineinto the death
↳ season four
There was once a time Marie Kline had called Chrissy Cunningham a friend. Of course, that was the time before Chrissy began dating Marie’s ex-boyfriend a mere twenty-three hours and forty-nine minutes after they’d broken up. Couldn’t even wait the full twenty-four, she’d muttered bitterly under her breath. Marie and Jason never much liked each other towards the end – she’d been so distracted by the disappearance of her friend, Barb, and he, his… Whatever boys like Jason Carver cared about – but she’d at least expected him to extend the bare minimum of respect for what once was. She was gravely wrong.
And although she didn’t much like Chrissy Cunningham anymore, either, she’d never wished death upon her. But death came as it so often did; unexpected, and ruinous. And the debris of Marie Kline’s once happy and peaceful life – undone by her own hand when she’d handed her father, the mayor, over to the authorities – once again got turned upside down.
Marie hadn’t expected the call. She thought her days of unravelling Hawkins’ mysteries began and ended with the conspiracy and monster fight at Starcourt Mall. But when Steve Harrington called, she would never hesitate to answer. She owed him that.
But now, stuck in the boat house of some convicted pot dealer, Marie wished she hadn’t answered. Because maybe then, she wouldn’t be stuck babysitting the maybe-murderer and absolute menace that was Eddie fucking Munson. Maybe then, she wouldn’t find herself doing anythingandeverything to keep him out of harm’s way. Even if it meant putting herself in it.
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