𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍
"Turn!" Max yelled.
I jerked the wheel so hard the tires screeched. "Max," I snapped through clenched teeth, "you have to give me some warning unless you want me to total this car."
Before she could answer, a groan drifted up from the backseat.
"Nancy?" I glanced over my shoulder to find my brother. Awake, dazed, holding his nose like it might fall off.
"Don't touch it," Dustin whispered, guiding Steve's hands away. "Hey, buddy. It's alright. You put up a solid fight. I mean... he kicked your ass. But you did fight."
Steve blinked around, squinting like the world was too bright.
"Ana... what is happening?" he croaked.
"You're fine," I whispered gently. "Just go back to sleep."
"Okay, straight for half a mile," Lucas instructed, map unfolded across his lap, flashlight wobbling with every bump. "Then left onto Mount Sinai."
"Wait." Steve suddenly sat up straighter.
I cringed. I could feel it coming.
"Just relax," I said calmly. "I promised you'd be cool with saving the world, remember?"
"Oh my— NO. Stop the car. SLOW DOWN!" he barked.
Immediately the whole car erupted.
"What are you doing?!"
"You're missing the turn!"
"Go left!"
"No, that's not left!"
"It's BASIC DIRECTIONS, HARRINGTON!"
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" I shouted. "I am trying NOT to drive us into a tree!"
Lucas pointed frantically. "There! That's Mount Sinai! Left!"
"What?"
"Left— LEFT!"
Max reached across the wheel before I could stop her—
The Camaro veered. Something crunched. We hit a mailbox. Hard.
"Do NOT touch the wheel," I growled, breathless.
A few more chaotic turns later, we screeched to a stop near the tunnel entrance. I jumped out and circled to the front bumper.
A cluster of dents. Scratches. A chunk of paint scraped off.
"Billy's gonna kill me," I whispered.
"Oh, no. Guys?" Steve looked horrified as the kids began suiting up in their makeshift gear. "Hey— where do you think you're going? Hello? HELLO?! We are NOT going down there! I said that earlier! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
"Steve," Dustin said, handing him a bag like this was a casual after-school project, "you're upset. I get it. But a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance. So... keep us safe."
Steve stared. Then snatched the bag with a defeated huff. We headed into the tunnels. The Upside Down was disgusting. A living, breathing nightmare tangled beneath Hawkins.
"Holy shit," Steve whispered.
"Yeah," Mike said. "We go this way."
"You're pretty sure or actually sure?" I asked.
"One hundred percent sure. Just follow me!"
"Whoa, whoa— NO." Steve stepped in front of him. "If any of you die, I get blamed. From now on, I'm leading. Move."
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FanficUNDERGOING EDITING! Bro•ken ησυη 1 he's cracked beyond repair. look at the burnt out fire in his eyes, the flames dead, but the smoke is still alive, polluting the air wherever he goes. 2 but just because he's beyond repair doesn't mean he can't att...
