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2. Vecna's Curse

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"CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM? You're sure it was Chrissy?" Dustin asked, pacing back and forth inside his room. My eyes followed as he processed this piece of information. He stepped over random junk that decorated his floor.

"Yes, in her cheerleader outfit. Same thing she was in when I saw her with Eddie." I answered as he paused at the other end of the room.

"Did you tell all this to the cops?" He questioned turning to face me.

"No, but I-I can't be the only one who saw them together. They stood out." I stammered as he began to pace again.

"Eddie the freak with Chrissy the cheerleader?" He scoffed throwing his hands up.

"Exactly. You know, his name's not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you Eddie is suspect one now."

"That's crazy. Eddie didn't do this. No way. No way." He repeated as he noticed my disbelief. He stopped next to me.

"We can't rule it out," I suggested, shrugging my shoulders.

"Yes, we can." He replied quickly.

"Dustin!" I exclaimed, staring back at her.

"You don't know him like I do, Max." He paused lowering his voice. "When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. Mike and me? I mean, no one was nice to us. No one except Eddie."

"Well, they said the same shit about Ted Bundy." I retorted, catching Dustin off guard. "Yeah, he's a super nice guy, but then he's murdering women on the weekend."

"So you're saying Eddie is like Ted Bundy?" He questioned, baffled at the idea.

"No, I'm not saying..." I trailed off, "I'm saying that we can't presume anything, okay? But it doesn't look good for Eddie."

"Why haven't you told the cops this?" Dustin sighed, scrunching his face.

"I don't know." I answered plainly.

"You don't know?" He restated.

"After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer...something else happened." I started, sitting down on his bed. "Nothing that weird or anything. Eddie always drives like a maniac, and the power goes off at my place all the time. It's a piece of sh¡t. But this morning, I started to think back, and I don't know. The look on his face, he was scared, Dustin. Really scared. Maybe he was scared because, you know, he just killed someone or, I don't know, maybe something else killed her."

"But that's impossible. Right?" He asked standing up.

"I don't know. It should be. Only one person knows what actually happened."

"Eddie." He finished for me, starting to grab his stuff from various locations in his room.

"Have you talked to anyone else?" Dustin questioned, walking out of his room.

"No. I can't find Lucas or Nancy, and Mike's in California." I stated, following him out.

"Have you tried Y/N?" He asked again, glancing back at me.

"Why would I? She's in Maine." I shook my head, losing my pace. Dustin frowned in response, taken aback in confusion.

"Dustin?" I asked as we passed his mom. He quickly waved and we exited his house.