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Highjacked

An Eddie Munson fan-fiction.

Warning’s; a lot of profanity and angst.

Chapter One

Outside Lawrence Indiana

May 3rd 1980

Shit. That’s all she could get out as she stood blinking in absolute disbelief and horror. The spot for her 1971 Chevrolet Beauville Sportsvan now sat empty. The only drag path was skid-marks and some leaking oil she’s yet to fix. Her hands clenched onto her breakfast burrito, and gas stationed coffee that already didn’t have creamer and sugar because apparently you can run out as a gas station this early in the peak third shift hours.

Adelaine, now seeming with pure irritation with how life keeps utterly fucking her, kicks the gravel before her and silently lets out a scream of frustration. What are the odds? Why?! Like actually why?! She huffs, stomping to the curb of the empty gas station parking lot, sits down and begrudgingly scarfs down her burrito and coffee. The bitter sear burning down her throat in a welcoming way matching the hot anger irradiating off of this unfortunate sixteen year old.

After tossing her trash away, grasping for some spare change jiggling in her pockets and apron, she made her way to a payphone to call up her deep sleeping aunt so she didn’t half to walk all the way back home for three hours. Her boss wouldn’t be able to give two shits she just got her van jacked. He’d pay no mind except the fact one of his employees are not coming into work with their incompetent excuses. And Adelaine has had so many as is, another would certainly earn her complete termination. So she hopes at least won’t with the next ten cents she’ll use to call the office. She needs this job.

The phone rings, and rings and rings. She doesn’t have much to her name, so how on earth would she make it there? Via taxi is expensive enough, even for the early eighties. Her aunt could drive an hour and a half out for her but she works so hard and already does so much for her as is. Troubling her any further isn’t ideal. Worrying her, she can’t bear put more stress on her. The phone rings until it ends call, and Adelaine puts the cold payphone itself against her forehead. She leaves it there for a minute before slamming it down on the holder. She could call the police. Probably should but she just burst out the booth and begins walking home. No call for work, no letting her aunt know she was stranded.

And just as if the world couldn’t makes things worse; a dribble splat onto her face as rain began to fall from the sky ever so spitefully. She doesn’t do anything but stop and then deeply sigh. Of fucking course. Because why the fuck not right? Adelaine continues her ever matching spiteful footfall, trailing down the side of a back road interstate of Indiana that she takes normally in her own van. But alas, it is fucking gone now. An hour of rainfall, cold and bitterness passes by. Just her in the dark, stars she could still see as her light; a simple guide and stepping stone to keep her sanity at ease.

She would have her Walkman, but here she now was humming Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath. Another thirty minutes pass by and she began to see another gas station entering the outskirts to a nearby little town called Fishers on Historic Michigan Road. Anderson was home and her destination. At least it has been since she was four years old before her parents left a town called Hawkins. Her mother still resides there now, as a patient. She rarely gets to see her, her aunt does her best to face her little sister so broken and in misery. Not able to do a single damn thing about it, but Adelaine has gone numb to it. She’s never really known her mother after all. And don’t get her started on her father either. Her blood boils at the thought. It only fuels her anger even more and her steps begin to quicken.

She pushes the doors of the gas station open vigorously. So hard that even the bored cashier is startled. He was an older gentleman, quiet and staying on his side along with sticking to his own business. She grabs water, a few snacks including honey buns and a good old fashioned can of beef jerky.

The cashier looks her up and down with the very undry state and a glance out the window. But he stays silent and rings up her items, bagging them without a peep. The total a whopping two dollars and twenty-five cents. This left her with three cents now, the last of her cash until she hopefully makes it back home.

The cashier grunts, a nod for goodbye and Adelaine gives a nod back for the simple quiet respect of shutting the fuck up. She rushes out of the small little BP, and begins her journey in town. After drinking a good thought out amount of water, she begins to unwrap a honey bun, sink her teeth into it and walk the sidewalk of Fishers. Half way through her walk, and honey bun scanning the area, she notices something that stops her dead in her tracks.

There to her left leading into a side street was what she thought she was hallucinating. At an Inn and bar called The Retreat, outside in all its glory was her god damn van. It was instant, it was fast and before she knew it she had dropped her half finished honey bun, standing right outside the driver side window. Inside was a younger what looks like teenage boy with messy curly hair that hung over the shoulder. In the passenger, an older man that must be in his mid to late thirties: whom she guessed had to be the father to this teenager sitting in her drivers seat.

Before she let them glimpse at her, as they chowed down on what appears to be a late night snack find like her own, Adelaine takes her keys from her pocket, taps the glasses with her knuckles. Alerts them, and jingles the keys deadpan staring at them. This sends a startled muffled scream from the inside of the van that came from the young boy, not much older than Adelaine. And with realization that set instantly into the older man, his skin goes pale at the face but the highjackers kick it into gear as the driver goes to reverses, yet, she was quicker.

She had already dropped her bag, took her stiletto out of her back pocket, sprung it out and as the van began to move back, stabbed the front tire, puncturing it with a satisfying hiss letting it go flat. This stops the kids inside as they’re a couple of feet away from her now. Adelaine moves to stand in the headlights, soaked, angry but soon a smirk of pure satisfaction creeps on her lips as she closes her stiletto. Rain still poured, the light illuminated her with a demanding aura.

“How about you boys come out and see if you can convince me to not call the cops on your sorry asses.” Adelaine yells out loud enough for them to hear. Inside, Alan, or “Al,” Munson looks to his sixteen year old grand theft auto accomplice, and then shakes his head with that Munson Charmed smile of his.

“Guess we’re screwed. Good father-son outing while it lasted, huh junior?” Al asked, clapping a very terrified, doe eyed and flustered Eddie on his shoulder.

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Chapter Two

[eddieslilmuse]

Highjacked

An Eddie Munson fan-fiction.

Chapter Two

Al Munson easily rolled down the window and stuck his hands out, his head followed soon after as he hung. “We don’t need to get messy here little Lady. Mind if I step out of the van?”

“My van.” Adelaine clenched her jaw, her fingers tapping on the cold metal of her stiletto.

“Right, right. Your van.” He nodded slowly.

“Fine, step out.” She said, her tempo quickening with impatience. Al slowly makes his way out, glancing at Eddie and then back at the girl.

“My name is Joe, and that’s my son Jordon.” He says ever so whimsically.

“My highjackers.” She tilts her head. “Why in the hell did you happen to want to steal my shitty van in the first place?”

The older gentleman shrugs his shoulders. “Right place, right time?” He says so casually. Then he walks to the front now, and peers down at the tire. “Now I know we’re crazy for taking your van, but your crazy is matching ours with taking out your own vehicle.”

“Look, I probably more than certainly just lost my fucking job because of you two dip-shits. I’ve walked nearly two and a half hours, mostly in pouring rain and I have little to no more patience left.” Adelaine clenched her jaw harder. “What you two are going to do, is get my jack and spare and change my damn tire and I will be on my merry way so I can find another shitty job in another shitty town after I get home and destress from this absolute god-awful start of the day.”

“Yes ma’am.” Al saluted. He turned to peer at his son again, whose knuckles are white still on the wheel staring at his dad with his anguished, and fearful caramel buttoned eyes. He turns back to her. “No cops?”

“Not if you don’t expend anymore of my patience.” She narrowed her eyes. Al nodded and refrained from saying anything else to her.

“Junior, let’s get this van fixed up for this lovely lady.” He motions for Eddie to leave the drivers seat which Eddie hesitates before slowly making his way out. Her eyes meet his under a burning gaze that makes him shrink. For Eddie, of course the things his father gets up to and he gets reeled into has to end in ablaze one way or another. But to be fair, they did jack her van and he’d be angry just the same.

“Jordon.” Adelaine squints her eyelids further.

“U-uh.” He glances to his father for any semblance of please fucking save me.

“It’s alright Jordon, let’s just get this van fixed up for…” He leaves it hanging so she could give out her name, clamping his hand on his sons shoulder again as he goes to his side.

“Adelaine.” She breathes in as she crosses her arms now. The stiletto still clutched closed in her hand.

“Adelaine.” Al nods. “Tools in the back?”

“Nope. You can pry it off with your bare hands until they bleed.” She shrugs. The boys didn’t really take it in as a joke, at least Eddie, so she concluded. “Yes, they’re in the back. Or did you not have time to take a look before you stole my van?”

Al lets in a sharp hiss. “Well deserved. Let’s finish this junior. She’s letting us off easy let’s keep it that way.” He turns now, and Eddie looks back once.

“Sorry.” His voice wasn’t small like she thought it be, but it was a genuine booming apology. Something made Adeline’s cold expression faulter for just a second. She turned away, pocketing her stiletto and grabbing her bag of snacks. Her eyes peered to the half eaten honey bun she dropped, sighed and pulled out another. She found a place to sit, and dug into her snack as she watched the boys begin to work. She nibbled, letting her nerves finally calm down. At least for the most part. At least they could come to an agreement. She just hopes her spare won’t fail her any time soon, probably gonna need to save up for another just to be safe knowing her luck.

“So, why is a teenager up this early heading to a job apparently three hours away from where she lives?” Al questions, getting the jack secured and pumping the van up. Eddie was kneeling down, searching through the tool box for the right tools but, he was curious too. He was listening intently as casually as possibly. You could tell the way his shoulders untensed. The way his head slightly tilted his ear to the conversation.

“Have to make a living somehow.” Adelaine takes another bite, this one larger than the others.

“You don’t… live in this van do you?” He questions with a little bit of concern. This made Eddie stop organizing the tools he’s gathered. Adelaine looked at them now, really looked at them.

“No. I work far so I crash in my van sometimes, but maybe I should have just said yes and made you feel even more terrible for stealing someone’s possible home huh?” She smirks devilishly. It vanishes at soon as it comes because Eddie now has met her eyes with a serious furrow of his eyebrows.

“We’re sorry. Truly.” Eddie begins. Adelaine gets up dusting her hands as she finishes the last bite of her honey bun.

“Just get my tire done and we can be done with this whole thing. I’m going to take a piss. You guys ride off, I will find you.” She threatens, her finger pointing at them both to add emphasis to her already well heard promise. She then heads off to enter the bar.

Hawkins Indiana

March 27th 1985

Adelaine grips the steering wheel of her ugly yellow Dodge Colt. Or more so, her aunts ugly yellow Dodge Colt. It was a weird day as she packed all her stuff away leaving Indianapolis. Jackie told her she’d always have a place to stay, but as of right now heading back to Hawkins, back to a place she called home once was something she didn’t see she’d do again. But here she was, passing the Welcome to Hawkins Indiana sign in a blistering silence. Her damn radio was broken, and she could feel the thoughts eating away her brain from the inside out.

Okay, so what worried her was her mother. But as she’s catatonic in the Asylum, her BIGGEST worry was Eddie Munson. She kept biting the inside of her lip, picking at the dry skin at the edge. She didn’t need to run into him right away, but that feeling deep within her - that feeling of knowing a hole was in her heart because she left him behind in this god forsaken town, kinda made her guilt and shame bolster. Staying away, when everything kept going wrong. When she thought it was the best solution, when she thought her aunt’s death was another reason to stay away and not come back to the only person who made everything feel okay…

She missed him. She missed him every fucking day. It was crazy how they went from hey assholes why the hell did you think it was a good idea to steal my van, to, I love you with everything in my being but I’m going to leave because I’m to scared to admit it out loud and I don’t want to lose another person in my life like everyone else so it’s best to just disappear. Holy fucking hell. She was a fucking asshole. Of fucking course Eddie wouldn’t want anything to do with her after she up and vanished… why would he?

Her knuckles started turning into another questioning white. “Stupid.” She muttered. She’ll head straight to the Hideout to meet Bev who was kind enough to give her a job as a bartender. Compared to when she was just a barback, back in the day. Along side Eddie. The memories give her shivers running up her spine.

This isn’t just about rekindling a friendship, or whatever it was between them. It’s about her mom, and seeing if she can finally have her under her care no matter what it takes. She was only a child being taken care of by her aunt… she didn’t get a say on wondering why her mother wasn’t just at home being taken care by the both of them. At least she would have been there, right?

A hard sigh left her lips. What a strange day to be back in Hawkins. Of course she’s heard from a city away all the tragedies they’ve been going through. People missing. Kids dying and apparently coming back to life? She shakes her head. “Keep it together Sallow.”

Her route was beelining to the Hideout, but as she neared the Forest Hills Trailer Park her heart sank. Does he even still live here anymore? Did he get out? What about Uncle Wayne? Her throat became dry, a lump sat uncomfortably. Wouldn’t hurt to look; right? So as she approached, she made a right entering the trailer park. Memories flashed like a stockade, a film reel of the van swerving into the trailer park like a bat out of hell after being clocked at Lovers Lake and the absolute calling card of sweet reefer trailblazing behind them.

A small smile floods her expression. They were a pair for sure. Hawkins PD didn’t enjoy the duo they had become. Especially Jim Hopper. As she pulled closer to Eddie’s trailer, there she saw sitting in all its glory, her old van. A choked out laugh escaped her, and she stopped short at the picnic table looking it over. He really kept it. It was well loved from her vantage point in the mid afternoon this Saturday. She sat there, her car turned off and she wondered if knocking on the door and ripping this badaid off was a good idea. Her fingers tapped her steering wheel. Uncle Wayne is probably also sleeping, so she didn’t want to be a bother since he had always worked the third shift. But as she looked her old van over, she could see the dust caking. She shouldn’t be surprised, it was Eddie after all. The only thing he truly treated like his baby was his guitar.

Stepping out of her car, she trotted her way over to the van giving it a look over. On it, littered some band stickers. Black Sabath, Dio, and of course Metallica. An old logo for Corroded Coffin plastered to the right side door for the back. Followed by another relic design for the Hellfire Club she remembered him droning on about like the cute little nerd he was. So very excited, and so very giddy about the club and taking it over. Her hand slid along it, pressing the sticker back into the van but alas it had lost the stick to the edge of the logo a long time ago. Her fingers smudged the dust on the passenger side and then looked to the drivers side. It was caked just the same, still visible. It was perfect.

Making her way to the side of the van where she’ll leave a very cryptic message for only Eddie to decipher, she took her finger and did just that.

Struck by the Moon goes the Bard

It was a nod to an original song called Moonstruck. It was a spell in DnD and inspiration for Eddie when he wrote the song about how he felt for her. She only heard a snippet because he was bashful, it was rough and raw but she didn’t mind waiting at the time to hear it in full. She had wondered if he even finished after she left…

Then she walked off, making her way finally to the Hideout to meet Bev inside. It was nearly two-a-clock, her shift didn’t start until four but she knew Bev wouldn’t mind. Parking her car on the side, she locked it up and went for the doors. Opening the double doors she made her way in being hit with the unmistakable smell of smoke, stale beer and sweat from the patrons of this establishment. The tables still layered with stains, the atmosphere still the same. The crowd was simple today, but she even remembered the face of Old Jakeens sitting at his spot at the end stool to the left. He was passed out, drooling with his head to the side over his arms. Baseball cap half discarded, and jacket hanging like a thread on the back end of the stool.

Bev has stood up from stocking the cooler behind the bar to see whom had walked in making the little dingy bell ring a couple times. Adelaine swears she still hears it in her dreams. Bev’s face had lit up as much as humanly possible for her, she was a hard woman. The grouchy exterior hiding away the caring old grandmother love she held for Adelaine.

“Well look who the cat of Indianapolis dragged in.” Bev says, placing her hand on the counter top.

“Hey Bev, good to see you after all this time.” Adelaide stood a little awkwardly. But she managed to keep looking her in the eye.

“I’m sorry about your aunt. It’s shame. A guess it’s not only Hawkins taking the losses.” Bev pulled her eyebrows inward to show a little bit of compassion. Only a little bit.

“She loved this place, for what it’s worth.” She shrugged.

“Your aunt was a good woman.” She nodded her silent grief only truly visible by those who know Bev. “Have you visited your mother yet?”

Adelaine had finally settled herself at the stool, but she didn’t sit, just leaning against the counter. “No not yet, I just got into town so just accessing the madness I guess.”

“And any particular front runner of a mediocre garag-“

“Is it okay if I start early?” Adelaine cuts her off, making it clear she didn’t want to talk about whom she was going to drone on about. She straightened herself up, accessing her with her dark brown eyes. A tilt of the head and she smiles softly, a soft smile only a few really get so genuinely.

“Still remember how to toss around a few cocktails?” She motions to the wooden gate door to enter behind the bar.

“It’ll be like I never left.” She pressed her lips together, then she headed on behind the bar. The mid afternoon wasn’t as packed as it could be so Adelaine started her shift off easy. It wasn’t long before she was throwing around drafts of Coors, Pabst Blue Label, Bush. Bottles of Schlitz, Shiner Bock and some Old Style along with a few local loved Drewrys. Etc.

The day goes on with regulars she remembered, regulars that she didn’t. It wasn’t too lively, but as she looked to Bev, she could notice the crowed has been eating up the new return of Adelaine. So one look and a nod and that’s all Adelaine needed as she excused herself, tossed her apron to the side and went to the side door to enjoy a break with fresh air.

From her pocket she pulled out a pack of camels, old habits die hard and are brought back by Hawkins. She was trying to figure out her life, and that simply can surface those old habits. She had picked up the pack at the old gas station that her van was ironically stolen in the first place on her way back here.

She lit her cigarette, taking a drag. As she exhaled she looked to the quick darkening sky. It’s going to rain here soon, but that’s okay. She could smell the upcoming storm. So this is her life? One chain of unfortunate events that never leave her life too dull. Another puff, and she closes her eyes as she feels those rain droplets fall down slowly. But she didn’t care, in a way it was centering. Or so she thought.

Another puff.

Why was she really here?

And another.

This was ridiculous. She shouldn’t have left Indianapolis.

A long, cancerous drag.

Jackie was right there, she shouldn’t have messed it up.

She inhaled deeply, until she couldn’t breathe. Tears began to welled up in her eyes.

She’s so fucking stupid, she ruins everything even if Jackie said it was okay. She’d still be there. Why the fuck… why the hell does all this have to keep happening?

Another deep drag and the filter began to burn at her fingertips but she didn’t care. Tears fell. And she turned finally, throwing the bud down and stomping what wasn’t even left. Her hands turned to the brick wall of the Hideout. A croaked little sob left her mouth.

Why did she have hurt everyone around her huh?

She hit the brick wall hard with her fist.

Why’d she have to hurt him? Because she knew, no doubt. The silence, the no calls. The sheer fact he didn’t reach out meant everything he felt about her leaving.

Her fist hit hard against the brick of the wall again, drawing a bruise and blood begin to crawl its way down her fingers from her knuckles. The rain and her tears started to blend together.

Why does she have to feel so cursed?

Before she could let her fist find brick again. She heard it. And felt that unmistakeable rumble. The engine of that god damn van that started it all. She walked to the side of the building to peer into the parking lot as her old van revs into a spot outside the front door. Her wide sea-green eyes stare forward, catching a glimpse of a messy, mop of brown locks that pops out of the drivers side when it opens. Then, a leather jacket catches sun. His eyes look around in a state of determination, a sense of calm and curiosity as his lips are curled into a simple, content grin. He looked around, and before he could meet eyes with her, she slams herself back against the side of the Hideout.

Fuck. Did he see her?

She didn’t give any time to find out as she went to slide back into the chaos of the bar life at peek five pm hours. She keeps her back to the patrons, washing away her destruction to her hand at the back sink. Did he really know she was here? Or was or Tuesday? They played then, she remembered. No.. it wasn’t Tuesday. It was Thursday actually. And she didn’t see Ronnie, Jeff or Doug.

“Adelaine Sallow.” A voice booms from the opposite side of the counter. She tenses up her shoulders, and before she turns to him completely he lets out another line that makes her heart flip with undoubted intensity, like a circus performer on steroids running away from a tiger surrounded by fire. “Got your message on my van.” He says with as a stab. But his next few words are warmer. “Welcome back to Hawkins.”

She finally turns to face him. To face Eddie, an old flame she never was sure needed to be stomped out in the first place. Because who was she kidding? Who was she trying to protect? Him, or herself?