The library of Hawkins, Indiana a tall building that was almost in the split center of the town. Sitting in its bricked glory with some gorgeous detailing. The library held many things. Books of absolutely every genre you could dream of and an archive of the town's old newspapers which was also very helpful to those who liked to journey into the past.

And the past was one little fiend that Andrea had made throughout her youth. And all things truly wicked, started from the innocence of the blissful youth of another.

It seemed that Nancy wanted to look deeper into the past of another. Meaning they would be digging through the archives or the library for a few hours to figure out what they truly needed to know and hopefully, they'd find something.

But Andrea was not too sure that they would find anything with how tense the air was between the girl and Nancy. The three women still sitting in the Wheeler's vehicle, no one had dared to move after the last words of Andrea.

"I don't have any clue what you are talking about," Nancy snapped after the silence as she looked back at Andrea, "You're jealous, aren't you?"

Andrea scoffed as she looked at Nancy, "Of what? You?" 

"Least I'm normal," Nancy shot before realizing what she had said.

And silence fell over the group once more. Robin shook her head as she looked at Nancy with wide eyes while Andrea glared as she felt her blood boil, her anger rising to the surface. 

"Drea," Nancy's tone was apologetic.

"Don't apologize for something that you mean," Andrea shot as she threw open the door and slammed it shut, nearly causing the window to shatter. 

The people of Hawkins, Indiana had changed so much since November of 1983. They had dealt with so much loss - so much pain that most left the town but for those who stayed, even more pain followed. Andrea didn't understand the people that just left, acting as if moving away would make the pain go away.

She had learned from experience that no matter how much you ran, no matter how much you tried to forget, the past would always come back.

Andrea stood on the sidewalk of the library with her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at her surrounding areas. Watching as people walked around seeming peaceful, seeming happy. They had no idea what was going on in their town, they never really did. They just believed whatever shit the government spewed at them as an answer.

No one ever questioned the word of the government. The government that was hated by the entirety no matter what they did in secret. No matter who or what they experimented on. No matter who or what died because of their choices. Absolutely no one cared. 

Everything was so corrupted that it made the woman sick to her stomach.

Andrea's eyes narrowed as she stared out in the direction of the phone booth once more. Seeing a woman in a suit standing by it, like she had been the entire time Andrea had been in the parking lot. Her eyes had never left Andrea, and she was no fool. She knew damn well who this woman was.

"Andrea?" Robin called out from the car while Andrea slowly made her way over to the phone booth.

From what she could tell, she was the only one around. She wanted to know why the hell she was there and if all else failed, she'd either kill her or she'd make sure that she got a message through to the other ones.

"007," The woman spoke with a sigh as she tilted her head, "You're a very hard woman to keep up with."

"I'm not yours to keep up with," Andrea shot, her words dripping with venom.

The dark-haired woman seemed unaffected by Andrea's words, "I'm not here to interfere with your life. I've been asked to give you a message."

"What?" Andrea asked harshly, one-upping the woman before the ringing of the phone went off.

"Answer it," was her simple answer.

Andrea kept her eyes narrowed on the woman as she slowly entered the phone booth, slowly reaching for the phone before placing it up to her ear, "007, Seven speaking," Her tone was harsh, fear and anger rumbling through her body.

"It's Dr. Owens, Andrea," The man who had taken the chip out of Andrea, the one who had taken the one thing keeping her managed.

"What do you want?" She asked harshly as she stared out at the woman who stood outside of the booth, catching a glimpse of her friends running over after a minute.

"ANDREA!" Nancy yelled, it seemed she realized who this woman truly was.

"Leave her alone!" Robin yelled as she made her way over as well. 

"The government is looking for you," Tell me something that I don't know, doc, "And not the Lab."

"I'm not doing anything to her, do not intervene," The government woman snapped at the two other women as she held onto her purse. 

"You sick bitch!" Nancy scoffed as she tried to get through, "Andrea!"

"Who the hell did you sike her out to? Huh?!" Robin yelled as she looked at this woman, "You are pathetic."

Andrea kept her eyes on the woman who was now holding the two women back, "And I'm supposed to be surprised? I was raised up as a weapon from birth, Owens."

"I supposed you wouldn't want to come back, not with Brenner," Andrea felt her stomach sink, "But Hawkins is in danger as you may know..."

"Children experiments?" Nancy looked at the woman as if she were disgusted by her, "How would you feel if it was your child."

"Or... Or even you yourself," Robin shot as she tried to get past the woman, managing to grab the phone booth door causing a slight disruption. 

"We did what we had to. I am not appalled by my part," was the woman's response, "If we hadn't none of you would be alive at this given moment."

"I know," Andrea responded shortly, "And I know who it is. You don't need to tell me."

"He always came back for his family," Owens spoke, striking confusion in Andrea.

The disruption outside did not manage to get Andrea off track. The girl listened carefully through the phone as she tried to keep herself cool, the vibrations of the world around her meeting her ears. Not wanting to lose control in front of everyone in a public setting yet again, what would that make her look like?

Who would that draw to her yet again? 

"What?" Andrea questioned as she listened over the phone, "What do you mean? Family?"

The line went silent, the only thing keeping Andrea from knowing it went dead was his breaths, "You'll have to figure that out, Andrea. You have to understand we can't keep you safe - we can try to keep your friends safe but you are at the moment the only one who can stop this."

Andrea's heaved her chest up and down as her eyes moved rapidly as questions ran through her mind as if there were no tomorrow, "I understand. I don't need your fucking protection. I don't belong to any of you anymore and let the government come for me. I was once a weapon that killed... and I'll be that weapon again if I have to."

Andrea felt the color drain from herself as soon as those words left her lips. She had been so angry, so overtaken by her emotions that she threatened to kill. 

"You've never killed, Andrea. He has," Dr. Owens continued to try to talk to Andrea but she hung up the phone.

Leaning into her hand that was pressed against the hanging phone as she tried to control her breathing. Taking deep breaths in and taking deep breaths out. She closed her eyes momentarily as the buzzing didn't stop, what had he meant? 

Andrea looked out the window at her friends, even one who she had just been fighting with, fighting to get past the woman and into the booth with Andrea. The woman seeing that Andrea had ended the call, gave a nod before she left back to her car.

Andrea's eyes followed her every move just to make sure that she was alone. 

And she was.

"Andrea!" Robin got through and into the booth as she placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, "What happened? Holy shit, what did they say to you?"

Andrea's nostrils flared as she watched the dark car pull out of the parking lot, "I'm being hunted."

"They know where you are, Drea, you're not safe," Nancy looked visibly worried, "I can get you out of here. We can get someone to take you out of town..."

Andrea shook her head as she pushed Robin's hands off of her, "That won't matter, Nance. They'll always know where I am. I'll always be hunted down no matter where I go or what name I take. I can't run, running gets me nowhere and the past always catches up with you."

They fell into a small silence. Nancy looking worried and clearly now more frustrated than ever while Robin's concern was more visible over anything.

"He's alive," Andrea's voice was barely above a whisper, "Brenner and someone I thought that I saw die, someone that caused so much pain..."

"They're not going to get a hand on you," Nancy spoke sternly, "We'll figure all of this shit out. We'll get this finished and if they come for you? We beat the shit out of the government."

"And get you killed? Or arrested?" Andrea scoffed before shaking her head, "This is something that can be dealt with later. Let's get back to whatever the hell we came here for. Nancy, please explain."

Andrea pushed through the two women as she exited the phone booth. Stopping when she had realized that neither of them had followed her before she made a gesture with her hands as if saying 'come on'. 

"What exactly are we here for?" Robin asked, listening to Andrea's order to change the topic. 

"Victor Creel," Nancy responded as she placed her hands back in her pockets, "He had a situation exactly like this."

Though, even as Andrea engaged herself in this topic with the other girls, her mind couldn't help but replay that one simple sentence... He always comes back for his family.

"Victor Creel?" Andrea questioned, something about that name felt familiar.

"Eyeball murderer?" Robin questioned as they reached the stairs, "That's who we are here for?"

"Yes," Nancy began to walk up on the left side, "I told you it might be a dead-end lead."

"You think that this might be the work of Victor Creel?" Andrea questioned as she raised an eyebrow.

Andrea wasn't completely shutting down the idea but it was a bit odd. Andrea was sure that the Victor Creel situation had happened over, thirty or forty years ago. What could someone remember in that time unless it had truly been bad?

Then rethinking over that, Victor probably knew a lot more than the girls did because as it seemed the way his family died was one that would be oddly familiar to the recent deaths. 

"Possibly, or he might know something about it that we don't know," Nancy began to explain as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"But Victor committed the eyeball murders, like, way back in the '50s," Robin spoke as they reached the top of the steps to the library. 

They stopped at the doors as Nancy began to open them before she remarked, "Well '59." 

Andrea followed behind Nancy and Robin through the doors to the library as Robin spoke, "So, that means these murders predate Andrea, Eleven, and the Upside Down by about thirty years?"

"Yeah," Nancy didn't seem deterred by the amount of time as she turned back to the women before looking at the lady who sat at the front desk.

Andrea looked around at all the places for files and books around the room. The area was vaguely warm as the sunlight shined in through the windows. Only a few people wander through the aisles of knowledge.

"Which makes spooky Victor Creel like seventy years old?" Robin held her hands up as she continued to run through the facts.

"Yep," Nancy added yet again before ringing the bell of the front desk.

Robin leaned onto the table, her elbow placed on the counter as she added, "So, he's a grandpa murderer who can turn invisible and lift people into the air."

"It doesn't make sense. I know," Nancy added as she gave a fake smile looking over at Robin before adding, "That's why I said it was a shot in the dark."

Now thinking on it, what if.... what if he was somehow tied into this? The way the government had made it sound was as if it was him doing this. If he had somehow survived, if this was him, it made sense.

He would've wanted revenge on Eleven this entire time. He would've been so mad at her for what she had done before he could carry out his plans, before he could turn Andrea to the dark side.

Before he could make Andrea even worse than she already was.

That was the last time Andrea remembered her chip being out and that was because of Eleven having taken it out because he asked her to. What if this was the part of the plan that they were missing? What if it really is him?

Andrea nearly jumped out of her skin as Nancy rang the bell again and Robin continued to speak, "I know. I just thought that by "shot in the dark," you were being modest or hiding something super solid up your sleeve that you were going to wow us with later. But this is like really, truly, a shot in the dark." Nancy continued to ring the bell.

"Like, we are snipers with blindfolds on who's been spun around fifty times," Robin clearly was not liking this idea anymore.

Nancy continued to ring the bell before they got an answer, "Coming!"

"Hi. Sorry, we're in a bit of a rush," Nancy apologized as she looked at the librarian, "Could we get the keys to the basement archives?"

"Of course. Give me one sec," The woman placed a book down.

"Did I come off mean or condescending?" Robin then asked out of the blue.

"No," Nancy shook her head before turning back to the librarian.

"RIght," Robin then continued to speak, "Sorry. It's just, you seem annoyed. You don't know me very well, I don't really have a filter or a strong grasp of social cues."

"Okay," The look Nancy gave Robin made Andrea snort.

"If I say something that upsets you just know that I know it's a flaw. Believe me, my mother reminds me daily," Robin could not stop talking.

"Got it," Nancy nodded before the librarian handed Nancy the keys.

"All right, ladies. Here you go. Have fun," She gave a fake smile.

"Yep, we'll try..."

And for the next several hours they scrolled through paper after paper. The sun had set and the world around them was dark. The only lights filling the room were the lamps that the girls had cut on.

Andrea had nearly fallen asleep to everyone's surprise, Robin nor Nancy expected her to just fall asleep after the events that she had gone through. After being seen by the government or having this creature in her mind.

"Anything... juicy over there?" Robin asked as they kept sifting through the papers.

"Nothing new," Nancy responded.

"Same here. Victor seemed like a normal guy. Dead family, missing eyes, took a plea deal, sent to Pennhurst," Robin listed off as they continued to sift, "What are we looking for exactly?"

Andrea watched as Robin leaned over before she began to knock on the wood.

"Any mentions of dark wizards or alternate dimensions?" She questioned as Nancy slowly leaned so that she could face Robin, the most annoyed look in her eyes.

Andrea began to zone out as Nancy and Robin took off to look at something else while still bickering. It was no secret that Nancy Wheeler was not a fan of Robin Buckley at the present moment. 

The girl began to feel odd, a shiver running down her spine causing her to get up quickly from her seat. Her eyes roamed the room as she backed away from her chair before she fell back into one of the shelves when a two cards fell into her hands.

"Robin? Nancy?" Andrea called out as her heart began to beat quicker. 

Another card appeared and Andrea caught it, trying to look at what it was but it seemed blurred. The only thing that she could see was it was another spade card. 

"Guys?" Andrea called out before another card fell into her hand, another spade, "GUYS!" 

The next two victims were picked out. He knew who he was going to go for next. Andrea needed to find out before anything else happened before someone else died.

But how could she win this game? 

It was the same memory playing over and over again. One where she continuously lost, a loss which meant that no matter what she did someone would die because she would repeatedly lose her hand and there was nothing that she could do to change it.

Calm down, Andrea, she tried to tell herself as she tried to remain calm. Dropping the cards onto the ground before she went to run, only pausing at the reflection in the screen.

The sinister smile caused her heart to drop. The wave of his hand as he held the smaller version of her hand, it was all sickening. Why was this happening? 

"Who? Who is next?" Andrea shot as she looked at the reflection, "What do you want you fucking monster from hell!" 

The lights began to flicker around her. He said nothing, he just continued to stare back and wave with that stupid fucking smile. Pointing to the ground and Andrea watched as the younger version of her bent down and picked up the four cards with a wide smile.

Andrea shook her head as she backed away, "No!"

"Andrea," Nancy caught the body of her friend as she fell backward, the shelf that Andrea had fallen into prior pushed halfway over, "What did you see?" She seemed worried.

"He knows the final two victims," Andrea breathed out.

"Guys!" Robin called out as she read, "Victor allegedly hired a priest to exorcise the demon from his home. Pretty novel for the '50s. Exorcist wasn't out yet."

"Keep... keep going," Nancy stuttered out as she kept her arms around her friend.

"Okay, so Victor claimed this exorcism failed, but it angered this demon," Robin stuttered out worriedly, "Which then murdered his family, removing their eyes... Victor believed he was spared as a punishment..."

Andrea couldn't hear what they were saying as her mind began to blur out, her breathing becoming uneven, "It was Vecna..."