Wake me up when July is around
Chapter 13/?
***
Steve might not fully realise it, but the vacation, forced on him by his parents, isn't actually that bad.
At first he doesn't expect anything good to come out of the whole idea, cursing it on the morning of December 27th when he's being dragged out of his warm bed, made to pack and subjected to a 9-hour drive, only to arrive at their lake house, lost in winter wilderness, in complete darkness. The house is warm though - apparently, dad called the guy who keeps an eye on their estate during the year and told him they'd be coming, asked to turn the heating on. The way leading up to the house has been cleared of snow, and when the lights are turned on, and Steve together with his father start a fire in the fireplace while mom is warming up some food to eat, it makes Steve feel .. like a kid again. In a good way. Like there's something new ahead of him, different surroundings, new experiences. It makes excitement bubble in his chest. Of course, he'd never admit it, "I'm suffering" and "Why?" and "I'd rather have stayed home" written all over his face.
He even catches a moment alone with mom to hiss at her
"If dad is going to start lecturing me, I swear I'll take the car and drive back alone!"
"No-one wants to lecture you, Steve, we just want to spend some time together, as family."
Mom has probably discussed it with his father and specifically asked him not to nag cause, that's true, parents do not say a single word about uhm .. certain issues. All of them have more important stuff to tackle now, like bringing warm blankets from the car to the house and making beds, and generally making sure the house is liveable enough for this and for the following eleven nights.
When morning comes and the bright sun shines in his window, the air and the smells are so different from what he's used to waking up to back in Hawkins, Steve again doesn't hate the idea. He's stretching his body, long and slow, and falls back asleep.
Maybe mom's right. A change of scenery might do him good.
The place where their house is located, is beautiful. Steve knows it well, he's spent some time here almost every summer since he was little. However, now when he's visiting Lake Michigan’s beaches and trails in winter, he sees them in a whole new light.
They spend their days driving around the nearby towns. Turns out, it's not a bad way at all to start a winter’s day in the South Haven area with a hot cup of coffee or hot chocolate from a local cafe and then head down to South Beach to see the frozen lighthouse and lakeshore. If it's a sunny day, it's dazzling and Steve has to put his Ray-bans on.
On New Year Day the whole family set off fireworks near the lake and drink champagne by the fireplace, watching TV.
During their time here Steve goes snow hiking and cross-country skiing on quiet trails, sometimes together with both mom and dad, sometimes only with dad. When Mr. Harrington has to go to Indianapolis for two days in the middle of their vacation - which makes mom unhappy, Steve can see it - they go hiking just with mom.
Normally Steve would whine about having to spend so much time with parents fucking hiking, but he right now he feels like he needs it.
When dad comes back, he takes Steve snowmobiling and downhill skiing. The speed and the risk get Steve's heart pumping, though mom worries too much about them doing it cause it's all "too extreme and dangerous."
They also get to see most breathtaking sunsets, and spend the dark evenings burning wood in the fireplace, watching movies and eating popcorn, mom has brought a lot of video tapes along, and although Steve has to watch some classics like "It's a wonderful life", the usual one around Christmas and New Year, he is also pleasantly surprised to see both of "Indiana Jones" movies among the tapes, "Never say never", "The outsiders", "Footloose" as well as "The Terminator" and many more, even "Gremlins."
Wow, mom has come prepared. Who knew his parents actually watched stuff like that.
One day, at the end of their holiday, they drive to Saint Joseph, the place that is famous for having some of the largest waves on Lake Michigan. They get to watch the mighty waves crash against the two old St.Joseph lighthouses creating a quaint formation of ice along the pier. It is windy and slippery as fuck, but the views are unusual and kinda cool.
For some reason the image and the sensation of Hargrove crowding him during basketball comes to Steve's mind.
Like those waves, feral and unrelenting. Like Billy has no control over it himself, subduing to the powers of nature that never asks or conforms
Or, Hargrove's still just a regular douchebag. Who does look good, but in a flashy irritating way. Whose attitude is the worst. Who's just the stupidest, and the sooner he fucks off from Hawkins, the better.
During all these days Hargrove's existence doesn't bother Steve at all. He's not on Steve's mind that much. Just one time he has a fuzzy dream featuring Billy's hot lips. Steve doesn't remember the details - his sleep is so deep and untroubled here - but he recalls the overall feeling when he wakes up in the morning, hard and on the verge of coming.
The feeling of want and .. fervour and something forbidden and ..
Steve's always liked girls, alright? This asshole is messing up his game.
He does come though, sleepily humping the bed, relishing the bits of the dream, powerless against primal urges, which he's not gonna fight when he's alone in the room.
Harrington's not even in a relationship anymore. He's free. He can do the fuck he wants.
***
All in all, Steve's having a great time these holidays. Who would've thought.
He might not realise it, but he thinks a lot during the winter break. It is quiet up here, cold and serene. The nippy fresh air and the whiteness of the untouched snow have cleared his mind, have helped him see certain things differently
Looking at the vast spaces and listening to the silence have made him take a look back.
Okay, he got his heart broken, he did. Steve doesn't deserve it, he tried to be the best boyfriend he could be. He was a good boyfriend. Wanted to give Nancy the world, had so much to offer, to share. To enjoy together.
The only thing that he couldn't help Nancy with was coping with Barb's vanishing. Apparently, Byers who went through a probably similar story with his brother was able to find the way to .. to understand her better? comfort her? say the right words at the right moment? Steve thinks it's unfair, he still hates the freak. He's still not over it, he doesn't know when he will be. If ever.
The pure whiteness shines bright under luminous sun rays, it hurts Steve's eyes, it's blinding him
He reaches for the sunglasses to shield his eyes.
Little by little he understands
He shouldn't have said and done some things. He went too far in his desire to hurt back.
He shouldn't have brought up Byers' family during that fight with him. Byers is a creep and a stalker, but the stuff Steve said about his family and especially his brother was just vile.
Steve's not above admitting his own mistakes.
He shouldn't have listened to Tommy and sprayed Nancy is a slut, black and ugly across the school wall.
Yes, she cheated on him and never explained anything, and it's fucking dishonest and humiliating, but Steve had to keep it private. He shouldn't have made it public, brought it into the open, let the crowd have their cheap fun.
Tommy is right though. The original idea belonged to Hagan, but Steve said yes and went along with it.
He could've said
Nah dude, seems too harsh
But he didn't.
Something is changing inside Steve.
The realisation that maybe everything is for the better is beginning to slowly settle in his heart.
Their relationship was doomed from the start, Steve can see it so clearly now. From that first night they spent together. The first time they made love. Nancy didn't and doesn't even care about it anymore, that night is the night her friend went missing, not their first night -
Her first time with a guy -
to remember, the gentle passion, the sweet tenderness. Steve gets it, but understanding doesn't ease the pain.
That unfortunate night defined their whole relationship, and all that time Steve was just chasing something impossible, something that had already been broken.
He couldn't repair it.
It's also .. you can't make someone love you back. It's either there, or not.
Steve should let himself ache.
And then
It's time to grow up and let go.
***
On the night when they return to Hawkins from the vacation the whole family immensely enjoyed, Steve's thinking about having to go back to school tomorrow, and among other stuff, a little thing emerges from Steve's memory and sets off a slight concern.
What did Hargrove mean that night when he said that "Steve might have a pretty face but that's not enough..?" What were the exact words .. "Not enough to make him .. not enough to give him any ideas?"
What the fuck was that? Sounded like utter disrespect. Like underestimation. Like Steve's not the most good-looking guy at Hawkins High. Cause he definitely is.
The nerve ! .. Not pretty enough, uh-huh.
You sure about that, California?
Since he's back to Hawkins and his usual life, Steve might get himself something to be busy with.
He's not just a random pretty face.
Steve accepts what seems to be like a challenge.
On the first morning of school after the break, Steve wakes up earlier than usual not to be in a rush.
He turns on the music in his room, 84' hottest hits, and the day starts with
I want to break free
I want to break freeeee
God knows
God knows I want to break free
Steve styles his hair with even more precision than usual. Chooses his clothes more carefully, the colours that bring out the best in his appearance. Probably the forest green sweater that goes so well with the dark brown of his hair and eyes .. or the mustard yellow one .. light coral? one of his pastel polos maybe and a gray cardigan on top?
Hmmm ..
Steve makes his choice in favour of a warm-red sweater, the colour's not too bright, it's deep and exquisite, and it looks terrific on him. Also red will make him stand out.
Honestly, all his clothes look dope, he'll just wear something new every day.
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free
Beige pants that hug his ass just right. He looks fucking good.
Let's apply some perfume.
Now he smells divine, too.
Steve winks at his own reflection in the mirror and smiles
Got to make it on my own
So baby can't you see
I've got to break free
His face is even a bit tanned from all the sunshine he was lucky to enjoy at Lake Michigan, and it makes him look even better, rested, fresh.
Mmm yeah. Who's not pretty enough now.
Oh, that's a nice one as well, Steve hasn't heard it in a while
I lose my cool when she steps in the room
And I get so excited just from her perfume
Electric eyes that you can't ignore
And passion burns you like never before
Steve finally unglues himself from the mirror and takes his letterman jacket out of the closet, he should totally take it to the dry cleaners on the way to school.
Nancy didn't like it but he looks too good in the jacket not to wear it.
He's not captain anymore, but he's still in the team and he's kept the number, so the jacket is still relevant.
He'll wear it tomorrow.
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run
Steve gets in the car
Tunes onto the same radio station, turns up the volume to the maximum.
I was in search of a good time
Just running my game
Love was the furthest
Furthest from my mind
He looks great, feels fantastic, got his head straight.
Oohhh that's the new song, he heard it a couple of times in December last year, and hey, it's a catchy one. He likes it.
Taaaaaake ooooon meeeee
Take on me
Steve's singing along, loud, he can, he's alone in the car and no-one's gonna judge him
Taaaaaakeee meeeee oooon
Yeah so, Hargrove.
Back to Hawkins, back to its realities. Everything can actually align quite well with his initial plan. Remember the plan? Cause Steve does, but it's kinda vague now.
What was it even? To make Hargrove a lesser pain in the ass, show him who is who, make him humble? Honestly, so many things have happened since then. It's not the first item on the agenda.
Steve barely remembers the guy's name.
Har-grope? .. Har-drove?
Harr-asshole? Heheehe, that's a funny one
Anyways
I'll beeee goooone
In a day or twooooo
He knows Hargrove's secret now - but it's not a secret, really. It's not like Billy is gonna beg him not to tell anyone they've kissed.
Might be interesting to see the big bad Billy actually begging. On his knees
Harrington can end up compromising himself, if anything. He still doesn't know how he feels about the whole drunk smoochies incident.
The incident that has occurred twice.
Everything that has happened - not much, nothing meaningful, just drunken moments - should stay between the two of them, that's for sure.
So needless to say
Of odds and ends
I'll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is okay
Really like .. why the hell not? Steve can keep Hargrove merely as a way of distraction while he's going through serious stuff.
A little harmless game that gives him adrenaline rush.
It's even .. it's kinda good for him, you know? Keeps him on his toes.
The music is perfect this morning.
I'll be coming for you anyway ..
Taaaaake oooon meeeee
Take on me
Upon arriving at school, Steve can feel it -
Eyes are on him.
He opens the car door wide, music blasting another 1984 charts favourite
She's an easy lover
She'll get a hold on you, believe it
Steve isn't in a hurry to get inside the school. Takes out a white Parliament, smokes lazily, ass on the still warm hood if the beamer
She's like no other
Before you know it you'll be on your knees
Whose car does Steve see slowly rolling into the parking lot
The blue Camaro
She's an easy lover
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it
The driver's door opens and the messy mullet is back in Steve's peripheral vision. New year, same fucking stupid haircut.
There's screaming music coming from Billy's car too, but Steve can't make out what the song is.
Ah, like fuck he cares. The dude's got no style. Not with anything.
Harrington has a feeling that Hargrove's turning his head and staring in his direction
But maybe not
Steve's not gonna check
He can ignore the prick for now
"Steve, my man! How you been?"
"Hey, Harrington, someone told me you quit school? Went to Massachusetts?"
Whaaat kind of gossip is that, jesus
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it
She's like no other
Girls are looking. Guys high five him. Tommy is by his side. They are walking towards the school, him and his pack. Carol is smiling. Nicole is staring like she wants to lick him from head to toe. Katie, the girl he used to date ages ago, looks very much interested again. Roy keeps asking dumb questions.
It's a fucking excellent morning. It's good to be back.
Steve again catches Hargrove out of the corner of his eye, standing near the locker now. Steve laughs at Nicole's joke just a little too loud, and that gets the job done - it gets the other boy's attention, he's definitely watching the King, again
Billy's stare lingers, and Steve smiles at Nicole, flashing his dazzling white, slides a hand through his hair and casually puts it on his hip.
Hargrove can't help himself, it's so obvious.
Wipe the drool, sweetheart
Cause it's dripping
You're making a mess
During the day - shared classes, hallways and lunch break - he sneaks a peek, more often than earlier, and Steve keeps a loose track.
Not pretty enough huh?
Don't look then.
Oh, but you are.
Looking.
Get fucked, asshole.
***
***
Billy's mouth runs dry - that's definitely the cigarette
and his heart skips a beat - no explanation
when he notices Harrington in the parking lot. He hasn't seen him for about two weeks, since Andy's party. The rich boy looks too good on the first day of school. The vacay with mommy and daddy must've been awesome.
It's like he's a different person - the mopey bitch that Harrington was for the most of November and December, is gone, and here is King Steve again, shining in all his royal glory.
He looks even better than in the early fall, no joyless girlfriend hanging on his arm, sucking the life out of him, it definitely makes him sparkle bright like a medieval queen's precious jewellery
Classy.
Expensive.
Billy shouldn't be staring
It's rude
Hargrove's never rude without a reason.
So he looks the other way.
When later Billy's digging in his locker, three minutes before the first period
He catches the sound of Harrington's laughter - why is the fucker laughing so loud
Too fucking loud, shut up
Billy throws a glance.
Did someone finally get over his broken heart lame crap? Or is that a part of some kind of show?
Hargrove notices how pretty Harrington looks when he smiles so wide, so careless
Outright beautiful.
Hey, it's rude to stare, dammit
Billy finally forces himself to avert his eyes, and they fall on the box
Behind the stacked books
Shit, he almost forgot about someone's - definitely Harrington's - welcome gift that's still lying in his locker.
The fucking dildo.
It's so stupid. He should probably just throw it away.
Yeah, he should. Why the fuck is he still keeping it? Honestly, he kinda forgot about it lying there
Suddenly
Out of the blue
Billy's face feels hot
He's blushing like a fucking virgin, getting caught imagining stuff
Fucking shit
Billy slams the locker shut banging his fist on it, loudly. People are turning their heads in his direction. He just walks to class
Harrington's annoying laughter still ringing in his ears.
Fucking rich mama's golden baby going on vacation and coming back looking like that
Who does he think he is.
Billy liked it more when Steve just ghosted through the school hallways not causing any trouble.
Cause now it's trouble.
What comes next, is two fucking weeks of trying not to look too much. Two weeks of this maddening smell of the sweetest perfume in the gym locker room, during practice and around the whole school.
Billy is grateful for the weekends cause he, at least, doesn't have to smell this damn scent everywhere he goes.
Harrington even plays differently. More graciously
More in control
More like .. fucking baiting Billy.
Like a fucking long-legged gazelle
Hopping around and kicking those legs in front of him
Hargrove's got a feeling a couple of times like he is that big angry clumsy bull coming at Harrington but Steve dances a waltz around him and even takes the ball from Billy, without applying much effort because he gets too distracted for a split second and finds it hard to follow ..
The fuck, the fuck is happening?
Billy jerks off thinking about Harrington almost daily.
No, that's not the right way to put it. He jerks off to Harrington every time he actually slides his hand into his boxers lying under the blanket, or grabs his dick in the shower, all his skin magazines collecting dust under the bed
He recalls how exceptionally delicious Steve looked on that particular day
Fuck, every day now
That wave of his hair, so meticulously styled, Billy wants to put his paws on it, break the wave, tug it, pull it, mess it all up.
Thinks about Steve's smile. His cool. Like he doesn't care. Like he's that catchy tune that's on everyone's mind and everybody is in love with him. Billy sees the way girls are following Steve with their dreamy eyes in school hallways, the endless flirting, and it's .. frustrating?
Somehow, it is.
Billy remembers the kisses. He doesn't want to admit it, but he wishes for .. more?
When?
When the fuck is the next high school party?
***
***
Alright, the whole break up and everything and Steve almost sliding into being depressed and shit sucks one big motherfucking hairy ass.
However, he's feeling much better now, and it's time to make amends. He can still be civil about the whole thing. A little bit civil, not too much though.
Jonathan is still a creep who took dubious pictures of them searching for clues .. okay, look, Steve has never been in a situation where someone from his family went missing and, he gets it, it can really screw you up, but like .. my guy, don't stalk people. Steve will die on that hill, he's filled with indignation when he recalls Nancy asking him to buy a new camera for Byers. Fuck no, he's glad he didn't buy shit.
What's more, Byers hit on a girl who was taken. But Steve can actually overlook it - all is fair in love and war, or something like that
Harrington sees the couple at school, they seem happy together. Always looking so serious, but hey, Nancy has never been much of a fun girl, so.
He feels that his ex-girlfriend still owes him an explanation though. Why did she dump him? When did this thing between her and Byers start? Steve needs clarity, once and for all, a clean slate.
The thing is, he's been thinking of inviting Nicole on a date, and uh .. Steve just needs to turn the Wheeler page over and start afresh.
He also wants to say sorry about the "slut" graffiti.
It wasn't his best moment.
Let's take some responsibility, shall we?
When Harrington gets to the Wheelers and rings the bell, Nancy's dad opens the door and says in a bored voice
"She's at her new boyfriend's place."
With the usual undeterred expression on his face.
How insensitive.
It's the realisation though that hits Steve. He's officially not her boyfriend anymore. Everyone knows and all are fine with that.
"Do you happen to know his address?"
Mr. Wheeler looks as if he just wants to get back to his recliner and not have any kind of conversation with literally anyone.
"It's Kerley Road. Last house, right near the woods."
"Thank you, Mr. Wheeler."
The door is slammed in his face.
Wasn't my dream to be your son-in-law, thank you very much.
Steve drives to the Byers. It gets dark so quickly these days, Steve never liked that about winter.
He'll be civil. He'll apologize but he'll also tell Nancy the way she handled the breakup, sucked.
Jesus Christ, Byers lives in a creepy house .. Like it's okay, it's run down, not everyone gets lucky with loaded parents, but the whole atmosphere around this place? Straight out of a horror movie.
Steve knocks on the door
"Nancy?"
Silence.
Steve knocks again.
"Nancy??"
He hears her hesitant voice
"Yes?"
"It's Steve. Nancy, listen, I just want to talk for a second."
The door opens, and it's her, but she's holding the door not letting him inside
"Steve, listen to me."
She is pale and looks ..
"Nancy, what .."
"You need to leave."
"Hey, I’m not trying to start anything, okay? I came to apologize."
"I don’t care about that."
Wow, really ??
"You need to leave."
Wait, what .. why is there a bandage on her hand?
"Nancy? What happened to your hand? .. Is that blood? Are you .."
"Nothing. It's nothing, Steve."
Nancy talks quietly and Steve can she that she's scared.
She's so scared.
"It was an accident."
She's lying. Over and over again, it's all fucking lies with her!
"Are you sure? What’s going on?"
Steve peeks inside the house.
Why is she not letting him in?
"Nothing."
"Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?"
Is this a .. cult or something? Is this a cult ??
"No."
"Nancy, let me in!"
They might be broken up, but .. he still cares for her, alright? The whole situation looks shady as fuck.
Steve pushes the door and his ex-girlfriend out of the way.
"No! No, Steve!"
What on earth .. the place looks messy and creepy as hell, there are .. there are weird lights all over it, like it's still Christmas time, and ..
Oh my god, Byers is standing by the couch looking spooked as fuck, holding .. holding a bat ??
With nails ?? ..
What is ..
What the ..
Well, that is certainly not what Steve expected to see. He just wanted to have a normal conversation.
Nothing looks normal in this house
"You need to get out of here."
Why does she keep telling him to get out ?? .. there's a can of .. gasoline on the floor?
"Whoa. What is all .."
Byers suddenly comes up to Steve, shoving his shoulder. Is he trying to push him out from the house? The goddamn fuck??
"Listen to me. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, get out of here!" The freak can speak when he wants to.
Not so quick, buddy.
Steve has to find out what's going on, what kind of sick shit is that, has Byers roped Nancy into something .. dangerous?
"What is that smell? Is that... is that gasoline?"
"Steve, get out!" Nancy's raising her voice
The whole situation .. jesus fuck, it's giving him the heebie jeebies. Something is very, very wrong here
"Nancy!? What is going on?"
"You have five seconds to get out of here."
Nance is holding .. a fucking gun??
She's pointing a gun at him?
"Alright, is this a joke? Stop. Put the gun down."
"I’m doing this for you."
Is she out of her fucking mind? Byers is looking around like prey, and .. and the lights ..they start flickering
"Nancy." It's like Byers is telling her to get ready
"Wait. Is this a... What is this?"
Why is no-one listening to Steve? Answering his questions?
"Nancy!" Byers is gripping the bat tighter
"Three. Two."
His ex-girlfriend wants to shoot him so bad??
What in the fucking hell is happening ??
"Nancy! The lights! It’s here!"
Nancy is finally putting the gun down and looking around
"Wait, what’s here?"
Can somebody maybe answer his question?
"I don't know. I don't see it."
"Hello?? Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going .."
Okay.
Steve has seen his fair share of horror movies. He's seen vampires, aliens, zombies, monsters ..
On screen.
What happens in the next ten seconds is uh .. life-changing?
Yeah, most definitely.
It changes Steve's vision of the world completely and forever.
Because a real fucking monstrosity crawls its way down from the ceiling and
It's a blur.
Everything is one smudge of a horrifying blur.
The screeching and roaring sounds, coming from the monster, are deafening.
They run, jumping over .. oh my god, a fucking bear trap?
Hide in a room. Steve's shaking all over.
"Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?"
Both Nancy and Jonathan yell at him
"Shut up!"
and then
It's quiet.
Awfully quiet, and when they creak the door open, there's no more monster in the hallway.
***
The three of them are back in the living room.
Steve's pacing back and forth
"This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy."
Fucking hell. The monster. There was a fucking real monster right here.
Why aren't they running?
"This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!"
"Steve, stop!"
Why are they so calm ??
911. They should definitely call 911, or .. or Hawkins police, or somebody! Please, help ! We need help !!
Steve's grabbing the phone receiver hanging on the wall
Before he dials even two numbers Nancy snatches the phone away from him
"What are you do .. What are you doing? Are you insane?"
Yeah, both of you and everything here is insane!!
"It’s going to come back!" She sounds angry - she's angry at him for interfering with .. whatever's happening?
"So you need to leave, Steve. Right now."
Nancy's voice is made of iron, and Steve thinks - to hell with this shit. If she wants him to leave so bad, he will. He's outta here.
He's too young to die.
He'll drive to the police, tell them what's going on here on Kerley Road.
The lights start flashing again, and Steve turns his back and fucking runs.
The car keys are falling out of his trembling fingers when he's trying to open the door of the beamer. He picks them up from the frozen ground
And sees the house glowing
The screeching is back, and he hears screams and gunshots
Nancy and Byers are gonna die in there.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god
Just get in the fucking car, Steve!
Go get help.
Come on, Harrington !! Fucking drive already!
Something - like recklessness ? ..
Is standing in his way, is not letting him run.
Steve's swallowing convulsively, his fingers twitch, grasping the door of the car
They are going to fucking die.
If Steve leaves them there right now, he'll blame himself for the rest of his life.
You can't really live easy with something like that on your conscience
Oh god, please
Oh god
Make him brave
That's it. He's doing it.
Oh god
Shit. Shit !!
Steve rushes back inside the illuminated house
Jonathan is on the floor with the monster looming over him
Nancy is pointlessly firing the gun.
The nail bat. Where .. ?
Okay
Steve grabs it from the floor, twirls it and feels blood rushing through his veins
He can hear Nancy yelling
"Steve!"
He's fucking terrified and maybe he and they are really all gonna die right now, but to hell with that, at least he'll die .. not a coward
He hits the monster once, twice, the third time
Disgusting squelching sounds fill the room
The creature lets go of Byers and moves in the direction of the hallway.
The trap snaps and there is a metallic noise of a chain being dragged around. Jonathan lights up a Zippo and
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!"
Hot flames are reaching for the ceiling
The stench of burning flesh is nauseating
The screeching and growling roars become unbearable, it's like their ear-drums are gonna burst right this second
As well as all the light bulbs that are pulsating so intensely, the whole place is about to explode
Everything is like a scene out of the scariest nightmare
Only, it's fucking real
The loud noises finally stop and low grunting faints away in the distance
All three are breathing heavily, trying to see through the smoke
"Do you hear that?" Nancy's whispering
She steps forward to take a closer look, but Byers grabs her arm and yanks her
"Get back!"
He's panting and all of them are coughing
Wait, where is the monster ??
"Where did it go?" Nancy says and Steve echoes
"Where is .. the corpse? Is .. is it still alive?"
Jonathan is shaking his head as if trying to assure himself in the first place.
"No. It has to be dead."
"It has to be." He adds firmer.
However, not firm enough.
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