sparks | henry creel

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Their, standing upon me, high in the sky, was creepy guy, but his mouth was wide open, to the side, not like the kind of wide open your mouth is everytime you see
Henry shirtless, but the kind of wide open you have when your mouth is getting worked on at the doctor. Horrible description, I know, but hopefully you get the gist.

I step back, my eyes wide open. I was too much in awe to do much besides stand there. Then slowly, the guy begins to float up. I slowly begin to feel nauseated as the scene upon me unfolds.
I know my eyes are nearly about to pop out of my head.
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The guy falls down, obviously dead by now. I fall onto my back, crawling away using my legs. I then feel someone behind me. I gasp, and see it's just Dustin. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HEATHER?!" His voice cracks, looking at the body in front of me. I know this looks sketchy as fuck. "CALL THE COPS!" I retort back, and he nods, running back inside while still looking at the body.

I haven't seen a dead body since my dad. And atleast he was in the comfort of a hospital. This guy died in the parking lot of a Burger King. He may've been a creepy, disturbed guy, but he didn't deserve death. Certainly not by all of his bones cracking and him floating in the air.

Which brings me to my next question - what the fuck happened?

The only people I know who have the ability to do something even close to what just happened, is Eleven, who, is in California, and... Henry.

Certainly he wouldn't do this.

Right?

I grab my head, a throbbing headache forming. The Hawkins police station is on the same road as Burger King is, so almost instantly after the.. situation... Happened the cops showed up.

The cops bombarded me with questions.

Most of them assumed I did this, that I broke all of his bones and that I somehow am capable of doing this.

Jesus, where the hell is Hopper?!

Hopper is the sheriff of Hawkins. He's also one of the only adults that believe us, and when I mean us I mean Me, Max, Eleven, Mike, Lucas... You get the point, there's too many of "us" - anyways he's one of the only adults that believe us when we say Hawkins is cursed. Partially because he's seen everything we've seen.

As if on cue, Hopper shoes up, grabbing my arm. "Ow, Jesus you're hurting me!" I complain. "Fucking Christ Heather, did anyone else see what the fuck just happened?' he asks, almost dragging me to the back of the parking lot where hopefully no one will hear us.

"I... I don't know." I cross my arms, looking down. "Well 'i don't know Is not good enough!" He raises his voice.

"I thought we were done with all this demogorgon shit," he sighs, putting his hands on his hips. "

If I'm right, and I don't wanna be, and that Henry did this, I have to protect him.

"Yeah, me too."

"Listen. Everyone here thinks you had something to do with this. I know you didn't, but we need proof because what I think isn't good enough. I'm going to go and see if this shit-hole has cameras directed at the parking lot."

As he's walking away I hear him utter under his breath "Maybe we just have a killer, and not a monster."

I then feel someone grab my arm and pull me back to them. I shriek, and the person covers my mouth with their hand. I realize it's Henry. My eyes soften when I see it's him.

"Henry," I say, as soon as he lets go of my mouth. With his hand, obviously.

"Hi." He whispers. Then, the anger re-surfaces as I realize this means most likely he killed the guy. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" I raise my voice, a little too loud. "Lower your voice." He hisses, looking at my seriously.

"No. I could've handled that situation on my own. You killed a person!" I push him, and he steps backwards into a tree. "

Deep down you know you appreciate him defending you.

"I told you I watched my father die! You comforted me while I was crying!' I push him again, and he groans as his back hits the tree.

You liked him caring about you.

Slowly my eyes fill with tears. I don't know if it's because of the thoughts deep in the back of my head, of if because the person I'm letting stay in my house just killed a person.

And the person you like.

"God damnit!" I shout, and his voice raises as his head tilts to where he can see behind me and see the cops from a distant. "You're going to hate me for this." He sighs.

Somehow, my brain didn't register that he was leaning in, and I just said "What, are you going to kill me like you-"

Then, his lips touch mine, in a deep, lustful kiss.

My eyes widen. The kiss lasts five seconds, but felt like forever.