SO LET THE RIVER RUN
Hawkins, New Mexico. Its most famous, or in this case infamous, person had just returned. Finn Wolfhard crossed the county line driving a blue 1999 Ford Mustang. He had a large beanie on top of his head, he was wearing a green bomber jacket, and dark sunglasses covered his face. He wanted to make sure that no fellow motorists would recognize him.
He had a close call with some police when crossing the state border. They were doing some road work and the cops were directing traffic. Fortunately his extra large hat and sunglasses were able to help him out.
His first destination was back to his house. He had no idea what to expect but he was optimistic. He was planning on scouting out the place first to make sure nobody was home.
Finn did not want to see his family at that time. He'd caused them enough emotional damage and didn't want to hurt them anymore. Also, he thought that they would be a liability to his plan.
Finn got out of his car and looked up at his former home. It was in shambles for the most part. He could tell that his family must've moved out a very long time ago. The grass was high, the windows were borded up, and the front door was missing a knob.
It saddened him to see his childhood house looking like garbage. He had many fond memories that he cherished about that house. He missed his room, the open kitchen, and sitting on the back porch.
He missed the days when his aunt, uncle, and cousin would come over for a barbeque or simply to play some games. Everything used to be so simple and carefree until he tore it all up.
Finn glanced to his right to see his neighbor standing in her driveway and staring at him. She looked like she was going to pass out and Finn didn't blame her.
His name had been plastered all over the local and even the national news for months. He was the serial killer druglord who killed two DEA agents and attempted to murder his sister. Of course only a portion of that was actually true however the false reporting didn't bother him.
"Hello Mrs. Byers." Finn said politely with a smile on his face.
The elderly woman simply screemed at the top of her lungs and rushed inside as fast as she possibly could. Finn sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for old women calling the cops. He had a job to do.
He opened the car door and hopped back into his vehicle. He stared at his house once more and sighed deeply.
He did miss his old life although he had to focus on his new life.
"Natalia, I just wanted to call and let you know that apparently Finn is back in town. Your neighbor saw him and she called the cops and well I saw it on the news... I want to make sure you're safe." Winona stated to her niece.
Seeing the information on Finn's location scared Winona to her core. The thought of Finn being so close was truly terrifying. All she could do was worry about her son and the rest of her family. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if another tragedy occoured.
YOU ARE READING
breaking bad | fillieFanfiction
"finn wolfhard is a dangerous man, because power in the hands of those who lack honesty, lacks a moral compass. and without a moral compass, power runs amok." --- in which a smart boy and a wild girl team up to become the drug kingpins of hawkins, n...