OUT OF (TOUCH) ... eddie munson

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LUCILLE LICHEN NEEDED A XANAX. A DRINK WOULD SUFFICE, TOO.

it was a rough independence day, to say the least. lucille felt like she had stumbled across hawkins' very own version of the goonies. except there was actual gore and they gave freaks and geeks a real run for their money. the goonies had only just been released a month ago in the united states. nancy and jonathan were the older teens that watched over younger teenagers as they pursued danger and survived mayhem. but the murder stuff... lucille was feeling very unsure of herself and the people and things around her.

nancy and jonathan convinced her to stay with them, meeting back with the kids. it was just past midnight, and lucille asked them repeatedly what was going to be done with all of the dead doctors and patients, but they didn't seem too worried, remarkably. she checked on paulie again, taking a moment to recover and bring herself back down to earth.

they had gone to their homes, grabbing changes of clothes and gathering their thoughts. after that, they all went back to the girl's cabin in the woods. lucille had yet to speak to any of the children, but they all ogled at her. lucille kept an eye on the girl who seemed to have telekinetic abilities. she watched her blankly, with a small unintentional frown on her mouth, absentmindedly pinching at her hand and wrist. she put on a blindfold as the red-haired girl, called max, turned on the television. the blindfolded girl sat in front of her as she put a picture on the floor in front of the tv. lucille stared at the pictures. max put down a picture of someone who she'd recognized as billy hargrove. lucille cocked her head before taking a better look at the photos, leaning closer to them. billy was placed on the far right. beside him was a photo of bruce low, a columnist. lucille saw him and realized that he was the second man that had attacked them at the hospital. there was an old lady in the middle, from a bingo night flyer. the last photo was of heather holloway and what lucille assumed were her parents. the man in the photo was their initial attacker.

"let's leave her be," max beckoned, waving lucille and the wheeler siblings out of the bedroom.

mike began to argue with her as lucille cautiously watched the tv, and the girl.

"mike," the girl said, brief and stern. they all left without another word.

lucille had gone out, and max held the door open. "thank you," she said quietly. max hummed, acknowledging the demure girl. she sat in the chair, pulling her feet up with her. max sat on the couch, next to lucille, and a boy with a dark complexion and an army-print headband sat beside her.

"so what's your name?" the redhead asked her, rubbing her knee.

the blonde eyed her before glancing in the direction of jonathan and nancy. she took a deep breath, "lucille," she rasped out.

max's eyes grew wide, and bewildered smile on her face, "no way, like lucille ball?"

lucille had a small, tired simper on her face, nodding gently. "sure."

"that's so cool!" she beamed, sitting back into her chair. lucille curled in on herself in a coy manner. max looked back at her, "you work at home video, right?"

lucille nodded, max mirroring her, "well my name's max," she stated, then looking over at the boy on her right, nudged him. "lucas?"

he raised his eyebrows, turning to the girls. "oh, shit. hi! lucas, yeah, that's..." he nodded, trying to come off as suave and cool, "that's me," he'd said.

"you know jonathan and nancy, i'm sure," she leaned in toward her, looking over at the older couple. nancy was on the phone with people as the byers were looking at newspapers. "that's his brother, will," she'd said. "and that," she pointed at mike caustically and with a sigh, "is mike. eleven is in the room. she dumped him a few days ago." mike was by the door, listening for eleven and the tv static on the other side of it.