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cadencejames87 · 2 years

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Forever Mine: Part 8

Series Masterlist // Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary: You try to escape, but it’s Bucky... Lieutenant Wright is beginning to have her suspicions about Steve.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Memories of being stalked & assaulted, a struggle with Bucky may be triggering for DV *Warnings updated with each chapter*

*Not beta’d, thus any and all mistakes are my own*

*Dividers above by @maysdigitalarts *

*Dividers within story by @whimsicalrogers *

It began drizzling as you made your way to the bakery, nevertheless, there was no turning back. You were determined to surprise your twins with a delicious cake. The cake had not been ready when you arrived, thankfully you had time to kill and remembered passing a gas station on your walk over. As you wander to the station, the rain picks up slightly. You inhale deeply, relishing the scent that fills the air.

You spot two shadier than shady men, Brock and Jack, leaning against a car with lit cigarettes; their eyes glued to you as you cut across a parking lot. Obviously, you disregard the men, eyes steady on your destination down the block from the bakery. The men watch you slip inside. Rumlow gives Jack a nod, and Rollins takes that cue to depart as his partner returns his attention to the storefront. You emerge moments later, contentedly slurping a slushy.

You notice one of the men is still standing in the parking lot on your return, making eye contact only briefly before looking to the sky above and the darkening clouds. You hope the weather holds steady long enough to grab the cake and meet your family rather than take a turn for the worse and leave you stuck in a heavy downpour.

Brock flicks his cigarette and follows you as you pass by. "Hey, pretty girl. Where you going?" You ignore him, though, of course, he fails to take the hint, falling back momentarily to check you out. "Oooh, look at that ass." You pick up your pace as he catches up. "You want to take my number? Got a few things I’d like to--"

You stop, spinning on your heel to face him as you wait for the crosswalk. "Sorry, not interested, married." You flash your wedding ring with a tight-lipped smile.

"No worries, I’ll take his number as well in case I can’t reach you," he winks, and you visibly shudder as you turn away. "Please stop."

The lights change, and you rush across, cutting through an alleyway and glancing back over your shoulder to see Rumlow with a stupid smirk, taking his time to cross the same street. You turn a corner and run into a large, solid frame... Jack. "Hey, darling." You look back to find Brock entering the alley behind you. You are trapped.

The nightmares had you tossing and turning, sheets damp from sweat, and suddenly your eyes spring open, wide awake in a panic. You squint through the darkness of the master suite. Bucky must have tucked you into bed. You swing your legs over the edge, though instead of standing, your knees give out, and you topple to the cold wood floor. You crawl to the window that overlooks the backyard. Through blurred vision, you catch Bucky removing items from a box and tossing them in the fire, piece by piece.

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Bucky pauses, the feeling of being watched pulling his attention to the tree line beyond the fire. A phantom itch on the back of his neck, whoever is spying on him is behind him. He looks over his shoulder and directly at the bedroom window. You are no longer peering out; if you had been, your eyes would have locked at that moment. He dumps the rest of the contents into the fire, eyes trained on the window. As he finally turns back to the blaze, he tosses the box on top, and steps back, returning to his chair, alcohol, and phone.

Bucky wakes his cell to study the lock screen. A picture of him carrying you piggyback. You kiss his cheek over his shoulder, and he is beaming. The moment captured in Dumbo with the Manhattan bridge in the background.

He downs the last of the alcohol and sets the bottle on the table. It teeters on the edge, and before he can stop it, the bottle tumbles to the ground, unbreaking. He picks the bottle up and launches it at the side of the fire pit; the glass SHATTERS. He smooths his beard and leans forward, elbows on his knees as he fidgets with the wedding band on his finger, entranced by the firelight dancing on the shards. Breathing through his frustration.

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You lean on the railing for support, legs shaking under your weight as you struggle to descend the stairs through a hazy fog. You make it to the front door and cautiously exit, barefoot. There is no time to fumble around for footwear.

You push off the door frame and hug the post at the top of the porch, more stairs. You let out a heavy sigh. Despite taking the first step slowly, you nearly roll down the remaining steps and catch yourself on the bottom post. Hunched over and breathing heavily, you find yourself talking to yourself, "You've got this! Just stand up and run, Y/N!" The sky above seems to join in, rooting for your escape. The clouds part and moonlight shimmers on the face of a hatchet buried in a pile of wood. You shuffle closer, yanking it loose and allowing the logs on top of the stack to roll down with a CLATTER. There is no more time to hesitate. You depart for the tree line, stumbling slightly as the effects of the drug begin to wear off.

Bucky rounds the corner of the house, a Glock 17 drawn. He investigates the woodpile and scans the tree line. You lean back against a thick trunk, holding your breath. He looks over his shoulder at the front door as if waiting for someone to exit, ears still alert to his environment. He bursts inside, rushing up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He sweeps the room with his eyes, then races back outside in search of you.

You bump your head on low-hanging branches and trip over roots, stumbling further into the woods. Bucky is fast, even faster, while you are still under the effects of the anesthesia. You find a crawl space between a large fallen tree and a boulder. You slip inside to steady your breathing and try to focus. Bucky approaches, leaves crunching beneath his feet. He stops right above you and takes advantage of the higher ground, searching the dark forest around the two of you.

He continues past you and the giant tree trunk. You wait as his footsteps disappear into the forest, and still a few moments after, before climbing from your hiding spot. A cold hand grabs your wrist, and Bucky steps out from behind a tree. You are already swinging the hatchet as you fight to break free of his hold. He easily blocks the attack and catches your other wrist before you can swing again. He stares hard into your eyes, taking both of your wrists into one of his hands, his grip tight. He tears the hatchet away and throws it into the nearest tree; the wood splinters around the sharp blade.

You are not giving up easily, lifting your knee hard and connecting with his groin. You turn to run as Bucky doubles over, though he recovers quickly and snatches your hair, wrapping your ponytail in his grasp and pulling you back against his chest in one swift movement. He pushes you up against a tree, knocking the wind out of you. His cool prosthetic wraps around your neck and steadily slips up, grasping your chin and turning your face to his. "Y/N, stop!" He lets his hand drop to your shoulder.

Wrong move, James. You slam your arm down against his and instantly elbows him in the face. A move you learned in self defence. Bucky takes both your hands and twists them behind your back. You were not expecting that. You can feel his breath on the back of your ear, "I don’t want to hurt you, now cut it out," he seethes, then drags you over to the tree with the hatchet. He effortlessly pulls it from the trunk and leads you back to the house, pushing you ahead of him, hand firmly grasping both wrists behind your back.

Lieutenant Rambeau has her personal laptop out. "What about the drug?"

"The one Dr. Banner mentioned?" Rambeau nods. Steve moves to the counter behind him and fills a glass with water, drinking it down and refilling it before returning to his seat. "Not one of our ops. If he got ahold of this drug, he was running with someone else."

"But you've heard of it?" With how long it took to answer her previous question and how hard he is avoiding her eyes now, he definitely knows about it.

"Wasn't something I wanted any part of." Something tells Lieutenant Rambeau he may not have had a choice in the matter. "It's been used to hurt people I care about." Bingo.

"Well, let us hope the doctor was right and the IV was removed in time."

Breen looks between Lieutenant Rambeau and Steve. "What am I missing?"

"There was a syringe containing a drug used to wipe memories found in Y/N’s hospital room. Prolonged use of which could cause permanent memory loss." Breen stares in shock.

"We also have no idea if the drug was further developed. So, according to Banner, even with a one-time use at whatever dosage, Y/N could potentially have long-lasting side effects." Lieutenant Rambeau receives a NOTIFICATION on her laptop.

Breen turns to Steve. "Why am I just hearing about this?"

Rambeau looks up from her laptop before Steve has time to answer. "Surveillance spotted our guy this afternoon at a convenience store in Lake Louise."

"Breen, you stay with Maya and the kids." Steve grabs his keys and turns back to Lieutenant Rambeau. "I’ll follow you."

"Not a chance, we go together, or I set up units outside your house to make sure you stay put." There's something about you, Steve, that I can't quite put my finger on yet.

Rain falls heavy on the pavement around you and washes your cuts clean. It feels as if you were hit by a bus. You very well may have been with how hard you try to move; when you lay unmoving, sprawled on the concrete, hair a mess, shirt torn, a tear falls from the corner of your eye. The sound of RAIN fades as the HEAVY BEATING of your heart grows. You squint through the rain as Bucky rushes to your side, pulling you into his arms. Everything hurts, mostly your head and face. You squeeze your eyes shut, or maybe they close of their own accord as darkness consumes you.

Bucky frisks your unconscious body, pocketing your wedding ring and cell phone as his eyes dart around, scanning the alleyway. A camera sits affixed to one of the buildings, pointed directly at the two of you and the whole scene. A small crowd slowly gathers.

Bucky pulls out his phone and calls an ambulance, his voice shaky as he begs them to hurry.

When the paramedics arrive and load you into the back, Bucky steps back and fades into the crowd. One emergency tech hops in back with you as the other turns to find Bucky no longer with them. He closes the door and jogs around to the driver's seat.

Bucky exits the alley, crossing the street as the ambulance drives away, SIRENS BLARING.

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Bucky, changed into his hospital outfit, sits behind the wheel and sets a small drone on the roof of his car as he puts on a pair of Stark Tech glasses. Looking at the camera in the alley, he presses a button on the side of the lenses. The tiny drone takes off, attaching itself to the camera. "Extract and destroy." Bucky removes the glasses and drives off.

A dim blue light blinks on the drone as it extracts and deletes files on the system connected to the camera. The blue light turns green momentarily, then rapidly blinks red before exploding, nothing too big, just enough to destroy the cam.

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A handful of tiny drones lay on a workbench in the garage loft.

Plastic digs into your wrists as you fight the zip-tie restraints keeping you tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair. Bucky moves around the small space with ease as he fits you with a bomb vest. You see a familiar look in his eyes, concentration? Sadness? Determination? Or maybe it was a strange mix of these emotions. "I remember you." His hands freeze as he looks into your eyes, hopeful. "Why save me if you’re just going to kill me anyway?" His jaw tenses as he returns to wiring your vest. "What? Run out of lies?"

"I’ve never lied to you, Y/N," his voice gravelly and full of conviction.

"But you paid two men to get rid of me."

"No!" He looks into your eyes again.

"So why bring me here?"

"Those assholes were never supposed to hurt you. They were set to grab you off the street and bring you to me. It felt like my only option. I could’ve taken you without a trace, unharmed, but..." His voice breaks, breath shaky. "I needed there to be evidence, frame a few low lives with records full of assault, and maybe he won’t come looking for you." He looks away, he never took the kids into account or your bond.

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Bucky sits behind the wheel, studying a photo of you and your children on his phone. He glances out to the alleyway where Rumlow and Rollins have you cornered.

Your slush splashes to the ground, and you are backed into a wall before you can escape. You are feisty and brave, kneeing Jack in the groin and pushing him away when he gropes your chest.

Bucky turns away, gnawing at his lip with anger as Jack charges after you. You try to scream, though they silence you immediately. Ignoring the assault is no longer an option for him, your muffled cries pulling at his heart.

Rumlow drags you by the arm, Jack marching after, fists clenched at his sides. "Fuck!" Bucky loses his internal battle as he finally exits the vehicle and pockets his phone.

Jack grabs you by the hair and hits you in the face. "You think you're funny?" He strikes you again and wraps his fingers around your neck.

Your eyes begin to flutter as you slowly lose consciousness. Rumlow smacks Jack's shoulder. "Hey, unharmed! Let her go."

Jack only tightens his grip with a predatory smile. "This cunt wants to play. We’re gonna have a little fun first." He leads you further into the alley.

Brock shakes his head and turns to check everything is still clear when Bucky rounds the corner and knocks him on his ass with a vibranium fist to the face. Bucky has Jack in a chokehold in seconds. He bends Jack's fingers back, tearing them away from your throat. You collapse to the ground, GASPING for air. Bucky spins Jack around by his fingers, blocks a weak punch, and quickly delivers a heavy blow to his gut. The man falls forward into his arms. "Deals off," Bucky whispers in his ear.

Jack punches Bucky in the side and pushes him off him, yet there is no escape as Bucky swiftly steps forward and returns two quick blows to the face, first his fist and then his elbow, followed by a knee to the gut.

He shoves Jack into a pile of trash and then turns to pick you up. You are in and out of consciousness as he carries you to a bench. He sets you down and caresses your face as he examines your injuries.

Rumlow follows closely behind Bucky. "What was that? Trying to be the hero? Make yourself look good in front of your woman." He wipes at his bloody nose and spits out a mouthful. "Is that all this was, Soldat?"

Bucky straightens, jaw tense. He looks back over his shoulder, glaring at Rumlow. Brock lifts both hands and motions for him to come at him. He readies himself, both fists raised as Bucky stands, towering over him. Rumlow is no match for Bucky and his rage. He realizes this instantly and tries frantically to back away. Bucky catches hold of him and delivers blow after blow after blow, only stopping when you slip from the bench onto the wet concrete. Bucky drags Rumlow to the pile of trash and leaves him with his friend, both men bloodied and unconscious.

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Bucky finishes fixing your vest and stares into her eyes as he stands. If you had blinked, you would have missed the rueful look in his eye before he turned and busied himself with a small screwdriver and remote. "That accident report and those missing person posters... You do that yourself? Knew I’d be curious. Was that your way of convincing me I was your long-lost wife and that my kids were dead or something?" Bucky pockets the remote and tosses the screwdriver onto his workbench. "For what? So I’d sleep with you?" Bucky swallows hard as he collects two halves of a sensor and moves to the garage door to mount them. "You got some kind of sick torture kink?" The silent treatment is starting to affect you. "What do you want from me?" You pull at your restraints.

Bucky turns back to you, dragging a stool and setting it in front of you. "Please just let me go. Please." He picks up a camera from his workbench and sets it up between you and the stool, the lens pointed at the empty seat. "I want to see my babies. I... I won’t tell anyone. I don’t even know who you are, or why I’m--" Bucky grits his teeth as he looks at you from the corner of his eye and pulls a knife from a holder in his thigh. "You don’t want to do this, I know that much."

He holds the knife up to your lips, then slowly traces the blade down your neck and along your collarbone. You tremble as his eyes meet yours. "You’re right, but, I have to." He pulls the knife away, and you brace yourself as your eyes shut tight. Bucky duct tapes your mouth, using the knife to cut the tape before tossing the roll away. He then slips the tactical knife between your chest and the vest, and with a quick tug, you hear a small snap. He tucks the knife away, pulls out a wire and takes a seat in front of the camera, pressing a button.

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thespiceyoops · 1 year

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Spacegirl

Chapter 8

Series Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

A/N: I enjoyed rewriting this particular story line because the final episode absolutely ruined me.

CW: Canon violence, swearing

Series Status: In Progress

Word Count: 3.1K

“I know you’re not going to believe me but there are monsters! Real monsters!” Eddie shouts, praying with little hope that he might get through to Jason “They live in a different dimension, that’s why we couldn’t see the thing that got Patrick that night in the lake. It wasn’t me!”

“And you and your Hellfire cult summoned them?!” Jason shouts back, gun shaking dangerously in his hand

“No, no, you're not listening. Just listen! There… There's no cult. There never was. It’s literally just a fucking game” Eddie turns back to the angry jock, pleading for him to believe him

“You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!”

“Then why was Chrissy at your trailer?”

“She was buying drugs.”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying I swear! She came to me at school looking for something to help her relax. She was scared, man, really scared! She was seeing shit. She needed help. I didn’t-”

“No! Now that's how I know you're lying. If Chrissy was scared, if… if Chrissy wanted help, she would've come to me! Not to some FREAK.” He spat the last word with such venom Eddie flinched

“Maybe she didn’t feel safe coming to you” Eddie snarled back, knowing how dangerous it was to push the already unhinged man in front of him but feeling years of torment and resentment clawing their way up his throat with little will to stop them “Maybe she knew that the “golden boy of hawkins” persona you’ve got everyone so convinced of is just hiding a raging psychopath! I was the town freak before all this and Chrissy still trusted me more than you!”

Eddie expected rage, anger, fury, what he didn’t expect was for all the emotion to drain from the boy's face, his tone turning ice cold “You have five seconds to wake her up.” His shaking hand stilled as he raised the gun to point at Eddie’s chest. “Five”

“I. Can’t.” Eddie gritted his teeth, fighting against his own desire to wake her up but knowing it wouldn’t end the nightmare and would get the rest of his new found friends killed.

“Four”

He shakes his head and takes a step back as Jason takes one towards him menacingly

“Three”

“Jason, stop” He pleads

“Two”

“Fuck…Ok”

“On-” His words are cut off as Eddie's body crashes heavily into his side, knocking the pair to the floor.

BANG

The gun fires off into the ceiling and flies out of Jason's hand, clattering to the ground a distance away from the wrestling boys. Their limbs flail, trying to find purchase or do damage, Eddie manages to land a solid blow to the jocks stomach, winding him for a moment, just long enough for the metal head to scramble to his feet. Whipping around he spots the gun laying beside one of the rotted beams and lunges for it, only to feel a hand wrap around his ankle, throwing him off balance and sending him careening into the floor. He feels a sickening crunch as his hip meets the floor, feeling pieces of glass and plastic stab into his flesh, he kicks away from Jason and thrusts his hand in his pocket, his fingers finding the mangled pieces of what used to be Liz's phone and headphones.

“No!” He screams, looking desperately to where she still sits frozen, his attention is quickly stolen as Jason lurches to his feet with a snarl. Eddie turns to look for the gun only for his vision to go white, the sound of shattering glass the last thing he hears before everything goes black.

Vecna’s clawed hand delicately brushes over Liz’s cheek as she sobs, trying to fight against the otherworldly force holding her still.

You are unique. He almost purrs, tilting his head to regard her.

A being from another dimension, fallen into this one. Her gaze snaps to his, confusion and curiosity peeking through the fear.

But in the end you are nothing special, you are weak and fragile, just like all the rest.

And you will break.

His hand extends over her head and she is suddenly overtaken by panic and pain, agony radiating from behind her eyes and racing like fire through her veins. A scream rips from her chest and she strains against his force.

As sudden as it came it is gone, the fire evaporates and she drops heavily to the forest floor as Vecna is torn backwards, crashing heavily into the trees on the other side of the clearing. Gasping in heavy breaths and clutching at her chest she looks up to see a young girl standing in front of her, her head cocked to the side in confusion.

“You…I saw you with them… with my friends.” She says slowly “But you feel different, not from here, well, there.”

“It’s a long story” Liz coughs as she slowly gets to her feet “Wait you saw me? How? From where?”

“Uh, long story… I’m uh, piggybacking from a pizza dough freezer.” She says seriously, pulling a sudden laugh from Liz’s throat when she realises who this girl is, Kate’s hesitant way of talking, the psychic powers she remembered fighting Allen over.

“Sorry…Sorry” She apologises as the girl stares at her, confused and wary “This has all just been a lot…You must be El… It sounds weird but I kind of know you”

“I feel like I know you too” Her eyebrows furrow at the revelation and Liz’s heart sinks, remembering the bond Max had with her. Their moment is suddenly cut short as rustling and the cracking of branches is heard across the clearing.

“We will talk later” El steps in front of Liz, her fists clench as the monster steps out of the shadows, head low, eyes burning with rage, a twisted smile cracking his features.

I am so glad you are here, Eleven. This… is going to be beautiful. With a flick of his twisted hand El is picked up into the air and thrown violently backwards into Liz, the two of them landing with a crash into the surrounding forest. El Staggers up, lifting her arm to defend the two but is thrown again, out of reach, the forest warping and crumbling around them. Liz tries to push herself up, to run but instead feels herself being picked up and thrown into a nearby tree, darkness swallowing her consciousness.

Eddie groans as his vision comes back to him, the musty wood presses against his face as he feels something warm trickling down the side of his face. He blinks, the sounds of someone yelling behind him sounding distant and warbled like he’s under water, his thoughts are slow and disjointed as he brings his hands slowly beneath him to heave himself up. He shakes his head as the scene in front of him doubles and warps before suddenly clarifying with sharp intensity, a spike of pain sending a wave of nausea through him, the sounds of Jason's terrified screaming piercing like a knife as Liz’s body is slowly lifted into the air.

“NO!” Eddie's voice is jagged and desperate as he lurches forward, arms reaching for her. Jason turns to him, eyes wild with panic, raising the gun at him.

“Let her go!” He squeezes his eyes shut and pulls the trigger blindly at the other boy. Fiery pain explodes through Eddie's side, the sudden sensation redirecting his focus to the maniac with the gun as he launches himself at Jason, screaming through the pain. He rains blow after blow down on the jock until he finally feels him slump, unconscious, beneath him.

The world slows around him when he hears the snap of bone behind him.

Red bleeds into the blackness as Liz slips back into consciousness, the low rumbling of a conversation nearby slips into her ears as she fights to lift her head.

-when I had hoped to have you by my side. But now I just want you to watch.

She hears the squelching of Vecna’s feet across the gnarled ground and suddenly her head is snapped back, a vine wrapping tightly around her throat, she can hear El’s screaming somewhere to her left and fights to twist her head. Her eyes find El’s and can feel tears streaking down her cheeks, I’m sorry, she mouths. El’s mouth suddenly drops open, one word escaping “Max…”. A smile cracks her lips as Liz lets out a small sob, closing her eyes as Vecna looms over her, hand uncurling around her head.

Don't be afraid. Try and stay very still. It will all be over soon.

The last thing she hears is El’s scream as her consciousness is consumed in flames of pain, she can feel her body, her real body being drawn tight and bending in ways it shouldn’t. She prays Eddie somehow isn’t there, that he won’t have to experience this again, praying that he ran. Run…Eddie. She tries to cry out, using whatever strength hasn’t been shredded within her.

Suddenly there are flashes, images of somewhere familiar; the smell of a trail she used to take home, the flashes of something chittering in the bushes, a tree torn open at the base and full of black tendrils and pulsing red light, the feeling of something colliding with her, teeth biting into the leather of her jacket and dragging her through the opening, then falling, falling, falling, through a storm, black icker sticking to her as she brushed past trees and twisted outcroppings, the ground splitting open like a gaping maw of red and black. Pain and darkness overtaking her again.

Eddie sits frozen, the sound of a bone snapping echoes like a gong in the sudden silence of the attic. He doesn’t want to look, doesn’t want to see her body twisting and broken like he’d seen Chrissy, every inch of his body is screaming at him to run, to get as far away as possible. He clenches his eyes tight, his body flinching at the sound of another bone snapping, they failed, he thinks helplessly, the urge to flee growing and growing.

“-n Edd-ie” His breathing stops in his chest, her voice ripping him back to reality and sending a surge of energy through his limbs. He whips around seeing her convulse once before falling, throwing himself towards her and wrapping her body in his arms barely before she can hit the ground.

“Liz?!” He shouts, gripping her tight in his arms, eyes racing down her body and seeing one of her legs bent at an awkward angle and one arm twisted the wrong way. His hand comes to her face as his eyes do and he can see trails of blood streaking down her cheeks smearing under his thumb as he gently brushes it over her cold skin. Her breathing is fast and shallow, panic still very clearly coursing through her body and he can’t tell if she’s fully back yet, her eyes flickering below her closed lids wildly. “C’mon baby, come back to me.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to hers, tears falling from his eyes to mix with the blood streaking her face.

Foreign footsteps pound up the steps behind him but he can’t summon the strength to react, his focus locked onto the limp body in his grasp. A hand grabs his shoulder, a voice echoing around him, he just holds her tighter, praying that even if one of the other jocks came to finish him off they’d at least let him sit with her if this was the end.

“Munson! What the hell are you doing?!” Erica’s frantic voice finally reaches his consciousness with the help of a heavy handed grab of his shoulder, his stomach lurching at the pain but dragging him back to the moment “What happened?! Is she ok?”

“C-call an ambulance” He chokes, turning his head only enough to get the words out clearly “Hurry!”

Erica stares down in horror for a moment before scrambling up and scurrying out the door. Eddie sits there, Liz clutched to his chest, his low murmurs lost in her hair. Suddenly she convulses with a gasp, her eyes flying open and searching around the darkness wildly. “E-Eddie” She wheezes with a cough sending splatters of blood across his cheek.

“I’m here, I’ve got you” He sniffles, pressing a kiss to her forehead “You’re back.”

“Where is e-everyone, are they ok? Did we do it??”

“Yeah…Yeah everything's fine. You did great, Sweetheart” He tries to ignore the fear that he may be wrong, comforting her his only concern at the moment, desperately wanting to ease the panic in her eyes.

She hazily smiles up at him before grimacing with a whimper, her good hand tangling in the front of his shirt desperately. “Eddie… Everything hurts… my head hurts”

“Shh Shh i know, it’s ok, you’re going to be ok. I promise.”

Her breathing becomes uneven, her hand shaking as she slowly brings it to his cheek, wiping away the tears that are slipping from his eyes “Eddie, I-” her sentence is pinched off with a hitch of her breath before her hand limply falls from his face, her body relaxing in his grip as her breathing becomes almost too shallow to hear, the last things she hears before the darkness once again takes her is Eddie’s desperate cries of her name and the faint sound of sirens.

“Come on! All you need is an 11 or higher!”

“With the way those dice have been rolling we’re screwed even if she just needed anything over a one”

“Oh come on it hasn’t been that bad!”

“Really? Tell me how many of your last rolls have made it over a 5?”

“...2”

Laughter bubbles up around her as Liz blinks, her eyes adjusting to the sunlight streaming into the shop windows behind a rickety wooden table covered in multicoloured dice and tiny figurines.

“Seriously! If we got this far just for Ashley to blow it on stealth check I’m feeding each of you to Vecna myself!” A smile curls across her lips listening to John lecture the table in exasperation.

“It’s not my fault I still have disadvantage from the bat attack! We haven’t gotten a proper long rest in ages! Plus we’re on a time crunch here, Liz and Dani are barely holding him off and we still have half a dungeon to get through” Ashley throws her hands onto her hips in frustration.

Something about the way she’s standing has her pausing, her smile dropping slightly, she shakes her head trying to tune back into the conversation but it’s become quiet; distant almost although it’s still right in front of her, a sound like static prickling at the corners of her hearing. She turns her head slowly with a frown, the shop around her looks normal… almost, there is no one behind the counter which is weird, scratch that, there was no one else in the store at all. Something feels very, very wrong. Her heart beat picks up as she sees the various new anime episodes that are normally playing across the Tv screens hung by the ceilings dissolve into static. She grips the table whirling back to face her friends and freezing with a strangled yelp, they’re all looking back at her quietly, their faces soft with sad smiles that look somehow wrong, themselves but somehow not.

“It’s ok” Ashley says gently, her voice coming out deeper than it should, her face looking too masculine, her hand reaching to grab Liz’s as she looks up terrified. “You’re going to be ok”

“We’re going to be ok too, don’t worry” Martina’s normally bright green eyes staring back a light blue, her hair shorter.

“Can’t be in two places at once” John’s laugh pitches up as his now delicate hand rests on her shoulder.

“What’s happening?” Liz cries, looking from face to face around the table, desperately trying to make sense of their shifting features.

“Liz.” Her eyes snap to where Allan and Dani sit at the far end of the table amongst several other friends, the female voice hadn’t come from them though their mouths are open to speak. Just past them, behind Dani there’s a figure; the shadow of a person.

“Liz!” The feminine voice echoes again, the figures around the table looking on quietly.

The shop is suddenly cast in shadow, the only light ambiently lighting the table itself as the world begins to darken at the edges, more and more details consumed by the creeping shadows as Liz looks around wildly.

“Hey Spacegirl” A low voice, hauntingly familiar, grips her heart as she turns with a gasp. Her eye’s lock with a pair of dark coffee-brown pools, soft with emotion and life, hair dusting over long lashes. Her breathing hitches for a moment, tears welling in her eyes, the ache of something so strangely familiar and absent. “Come back to us”

The world around her consists of nothing but darkness, the only thing left are her and the figure in front of her, leaning across the table towards each other. She lifts her hand slowly, the man across does the same, mirroring the tiny movements of her fingers as she extends her hand. A warm tingle spreads from the tips of her fingers as she touches them gently to his, the feeling racing down her arms and overtaking her body, tears break free and flow down her cheeks.

“Eddie” She whispers and the boy breaks into a wide grin, his laugh echoing into the emptiness around them. The table fades into shadow leaving nothing in her way as she leaps forward, hands stretching desperately towards the smiling boy in front of her, hands barely touching his form when he vanishes, fading like a shadow in the sun. Her arms fall freely and she lets out a scream of frustration, falling to her knees in a shallow pool, water lapping gently against her knees in the endless expanse of black.

“-caught the light of Eärendil’s star, set amid-” The familiar voice drifts out of the shadows and she lifts her head, looking around frantically. Far in the distance or just impossibly small there is a prick of light, a small blinking star in the darkness. Without hesitation she jumps to her feet, feet scattering water wildly as she sprints toward the light

“-It will shine still brighter-” The light pulses brighter, so close, an ember slowly growing as she trips forward, catching her footing and throwing herself towards it. “-when night is about you-” She closes her hands around the pulsing star, its white light beaming bright and hot, burning into her palms. The heat grows impossibly hot, pain radiating through her body as she screws up her eyes against the blinding white light as it overtakes her.

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