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EL CARRIED HER VISUAL AID AROUND WITH HER THE WHOLE DAY AS IT DIDN'T FIT INTO HER BAG. The girl was going to meet up with Will before she tripped...
over Angela's foot.
"Oh my God. I am so sorry." El looked up to see Angela crouching in front of her, laughing sarcastically. "I hope Mr. Fibbly's okay." She mocked, her friends laughing as they walked away. The incident had grown a crowd, El watching as the boys at the back kicked it between them. The crowd gasped when a boy picked up Seb's figure on purpose, chucking it far away from the group. El quickly watched as it flew into a tree, not seeming to be coming down anytime soon. She then looked back to see the boy stepping on the cabin and making sure it crushed to pieces. "Whoops." He spoke, everyone laughing as El only watched them, a heartbroken expression on her face.
Will walked out of the school to their meeting spot, stunned when he saw a crowd around El. "Oh my God." Angela chuckled again, El outraged. How dare they do that to her? To her brother? If he was here, she's sure he'd 'kick their ass' as Johnathan's friend said once. Walking off with a laugh, El stood up quickly to call them back. "Angela!" She yelled with venom, the bullies turning to her. Everyone watched intently as El strutted forward, breathing heavily before thrusting her hand forward and screaming...
for no power to come out.
Will winced, the crowd starting to laugh at El. "Holy shit!" Angela let out, finding this whole interaction hilarious. "What the hell was that?" Her friend asked, everyone's laughing getting louder. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" El watched as everyone laughed at her, not liking the feeling very much. Mrs. Gracey sped forward, seeming to be the only teacher who cared for the girl. "What's going on here?" She asked El, holding her shoulder. "Did someone do this?" She asked the girl, looking to her crushed visual aid. El just sighed, meeting eyes with the woman. "I tripped." She let out, glancing at Angela. Quickly following her train of sight, Mrs. Gracey stared at the group.
"It was just an accident." El continued to persuade the woman that nothing important happened, the woman not convinced. "All right, Angela. Come with me." She declared, El's eyes widening in embarrassment as the crowd 'ooh'd at the sight. "What? Why?" Angela acted innocent, the teacher ignoring her and linking arms to drag her away. "I didn't do anything! Tell her, Jane. Tell her!" Angela spoke, making eye contact with El. The innocent look faded into a scowl as El said nothing. The crowd lost interest, going their separate ways as El crouched back down to pick up her broken visual aid. "Shit. El. El." Will made his way towards her, crouching with her. "El." He called, the girl trying to put the cabin back together.
Looking up to the tree, the figure of Seb was nowhere to be seen, making the girl gulp down tears as she sat silently. "I'm sorry. It's gonna be ok." Will assured the girl, her not paying any mind to him. "It... it's not that bad." Will tried to make her feel better, the girl seeing Hopper's figure smashed to pieces. "Shit. We'll fix it together." Will comforted, El starting to cry. That was both figures...
lost.
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"THAT'S YOU, BABY! THAT'S YOU!" JASON CHEERED WITH LUCAS, THE CROWD DISAPPEARING FROM THE GYMNASIUM WITH GRINS ON ALL THEIR FACES. "Party at Benny's, boys!" Another teammate yelled, the team cheering as Lucas stayed behind. He was being praised immensely as he had scored the winning shot in the championship game. His plan was working great! He watched as Hellfire club came out of one of the fire exit doors, cheering with...
Erica?
That's who they subbed? His sister? They were replacing him... they seemed to be having tons of fun without him. They never told him they were doing it without him- "Lucas. Come on, man." His teammate urged, Lucas nodding with a slight smile as he walked away to his team.
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LEAVES CRUNCHED AS STAGGERED FOOTSTEPS WALKED FOR THE HOW EVER MANY LONG-ED HOUR TODAY. Staggered breaths fell from Seb's lips as he walked. And walked. And walked. The boy stunk. His skin tone was so pale he would probably be compared to the complexion of a dead man. The uniform he wore reeked of sweat, blood, rotting and overall teenage boy odour.
It wasn't a great combination.
Seb had no other clothes to wear and he couldn't exactly steal from a store, never mind go near one as he was dressed as some sort of Russian zombie. The bullet had skimmed his leg deeply, that being three months ago. The injury had become numb, Seb wrapped it in a random tshirt he found in the woods to apply pressure onto the wound. That stopped the bleeding but not the pain. If anything, it increased the pain. The overall ache from both the explosion and his powers had gone away, to his delight. He undid some buttons on his collar, letting his throat breathe. He had thankfully found some creeks on his walks, dipping his face in them and rubbing his face. His nose was still crooked, however.
Which was a problem.
Well, not fully crooked, he just had a noticeable bump as to where he had cracked it. Or where that scummy Russian had cracked it when he smashed Seb's face against that damn desk. Also, the fact Seb's washing skills aren't the best resulted in some blood leaving marks on his face. Oh, how he craved food. He had found some overnight stores in some states and he had stolen the odd drink and snacks from there. In all honesty, the boy was lost. He had no sense of direction as to where he was going, his plan was to keep waking until he saw any sign that he was close to Hawkins. Seb's overall plan once he got there was to find his way to finally see El. He needed to see El. Or Joyce. Anyone. But they were his main two. Licking his cracked lips, Seb's eyes fluttered.
It was dark. He couldn't find his way in the day, never mind the dark. It was as if he had gone back to square one. Walking along through the woods, hoping to find help. Except this time, he was close to dead and there was definitely no Benny's nearby. How he missed that man. He didn't deserve what he got. He was only trying to help the two children to safety. Eyes stained with blood stared at the moon above, wishing that he would at least have some luck in finding anything. The boy was much skinnier than when he had last saw the others. Would they even recognise him?
I mean, he looked like a Russian who had been left behind. Starved, dead. The whole package. The crunching halted once a sign fell into Seb's sight. "Leaving Hawkins." He read slowly, relief flooding his body as he walked down the long road opposite the direction of the sign,
towards Hawkins.
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THE LACK OF PROPER NUTRITION HAD CAUGHT UP WITH THE BOY QUICKLY, BRUSHING HIS HAIR BACK EVERY SO OFTEN. He felt so fragile like this. So vulnerable. His eyes blinked slower each time they blinked, his footsteps got slower every time he walked. The boy was an utter mess. But El. But family. That is the one thing that urged him to keep going. To keep walking. The pain in his leg was barely a nuisance. Night time turned into pitch dark, Seb having no clue if he was going in the right direction or not. He just tried to walk in the same direction he had started in since seeing the sign, his ragged breaths being the only noise that was heard.
This hadn't been the worst situation he was in. Surely not. Raising his hand, a red energy ball lit up a small portion off the forest, aiding Seb into finding his way... through more trees. Where was he? A line halted his foot, making the boy wince as he looked down,
to see a wire.
It was the wire Hopper set up. The alarm he made in front of the cabin. He knew his way from here. To Joyce's house. The boy's demeanour lit up as he looked up again, seeing a destroyed cabin. What happened? There was a huge hole in the roof, the door left open. Picking his feet up, Seb rushed into the cabin, seeing all his belongings smashed. His eyes stung as he looked to his left, seeing his bedroom door. Stumbling over to it, Seb opened his own door, seeing nothing there. A clock stood in the middle of the room an object in front of it. "No." He murmured, seeing a small dinosaur in the middle of the room.
his dinosaur.
Tilting his head, he walked towards it, the bird's calls halting as if they were waiting for him to reach the object. He reached his hand out, feeling the hairs on his nape shoot up. What was going on? The boy yelped and shot back once the dinosaur seemed to get pulled through the floor, as if it wasn't there. He hated this. Rushing up, Seb tried to get out of the room,
to meet a door.
A familiar door. The one from the lab. Tears started to run down the boy's cheeks, the boy hitting and slamming the door as the clock's ticking rang through his mind. "Stop it!" He screamed, punching the door as he landed in his own lab bedroom. This must be a nightmare. What else could it be? "Please!" Seb yelled, the door disappearing as he fell forwards... into water? Looking up, he saw nothing but darkness. This wasn't happening. It's as if his mind was picking he worst moments of his life to play back to him. It must be delusions... this isn't real. He ignored the pain in his leg as he sprinted forward, trying to find anything. "El!" He yelled, the water splashes being the only noise as he fell down.
He hated it in here. He remembered when his sister had tried to speak to their mother and he had been sucked into this hellhole. He despised it. Holding his hair, he cried and cried, the noises seeming to be getting louder. "Help me." He looked up, seeing nothing but darkness as a girl's voice sobbed. "Help me, please." She continued, Seb's face dropping. He knew that voice. Turning around slowly, the boy got up, the water dripping off of his uniform as he saw a small figure laying face down far from him. Her hands were tied as she had no hope of getting up herself. Scarlett. "Help." She kept begging, Seb gulping as he slowly walked towards the girl.
How was he getting out of here?
"Scar..." Seb started, seeing the girl's figure breath more calmly. "Sebastian?" She asked, Seb's breathing rate decreasing also. Scarlett was here. It wasn't a nightmare. Scarlett being there made it a dream. "Sebastian, help me, please. I don't know what's happening." The girl continued, ranting off as Seb picked up his speed. He had to help her. How long had she been there? Laying there cluelessly? In this torturous environment? "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here." Seb muttered, kneeling down next to her form. She had gone oddly quiet, probably because she finally had help and she was exhausted.
Untying the rope on her wrists, Seb chucked it behind him, Scarlett not being responsive. "Scarlett, let's get out of here, please." Seb whispered, looking around before looking back down at her. She wasn't moving. "Scarlett!" He urged, reaching down to touch her shoulder. That was before the girl flipped around by herself, Seb jumping back once more. "Scarlett, please..." The boy sobbed, the girl looking to him quickly. His face dropped once he saw Mind Flayer claws in her face as if they had been stuck there. "You killed me, Subject Seven." She spoke in a monotonous tone, Seb crying more as he used his arms to pull himself farther away from her.
"No..." He shook his head, Scarlet standing up as her eyes dripped blood. "You killed me!" She suddenly yelled, Seb flinching as he scrambled back. "Scarlett, I'm sorry-" He yelled once the Mind Flayer's claw shot out of her mouth...
towards him-
Inhaling quickly, Seb found himself in front of the cabin again, no one around. He hadn't moved from his spot. The wire was still pressed against his foot, his body facing the destroyed cabin. Tears shot down his face as he looked around quickly, his chest heaving as he stumbled away from the cabin, his head unfamiliar with anything as he made his way anywhere,
anywhere away from here.
All while the same unconventional slaughterer was displaying Chrissy Cunningham's excruciating demise to the one and only...
Eddie Munson.
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