War comes to Hawkins and a new connection could be the key to salvation. True love hangs in the balance while one of the gang is taken by Vecna forever.
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The Sword of Kas: A Stranger Things Story
A season 5, Eddie Munson + reader POV fanfic
By Evin Phoenix
Content warning: this story is NSFW and contains mature themes.
Ages 18+
Soon after the events of season 4...
Chapter 1: New Scars
Eddie Munson woke up in an ice cold sweat, sticking to his leather jacket. Disoriented in the bright room, he pawed at his abdomen — blood. Dustin, he thought. Where's Dustin?
His vision began to clear into focus, and he panicked. He tore at his shredded Hellfire Club t-shirt, bracing himself for the vicious wounds to his guts where demobats feasted. A piece of his flesh fell into his fingers from his jacket, and he screamed a lonely scream of a boy in terror. Determined to take stock of his injuries, he bit into his bleeding tongue, his tearful doe-eyes wincing.
Nothing.
There was no wound. His tattooed stomach was perfectly healed, though his ink was now adorned with a few nasty scars.
"What?" he said incredulously. His shaking hands were frantic. He had to be sure. His hands and his stomach were covered in dried blood underneath his shredded clothes. There was no wound. Only scars.
A car horn startled him out of himself. He realized he was in his own bedroom. There was Elektra, his beloved B.C. Rich Warlock guitar. Fuck, he thought. I'm dead. I've died. Is this—
The car horn startled him again. He jumped out of his bed to look through the broken bathroom blinds in a paranoid frenzy. It was his uncle. "Eddie, we're gonna be late!" he yelled.
Eddie looked in the mirror. He still had strange ash in his hair from the upside-down, and crystallized purple demo bat blood. His eyes were different. He looked like a ghost.
"Eddie, let's go!" His uncle yelled again.
His muscle memory carried him through a quick shower and he pulled on jeans and a t-shirt from a rumpled ball on the floor. Confused, he hopped into the passenger seat of his van.
"I'm happy to keep driving you until you're fully recovered. You're not doing special K again, are you? You need your health, Eddie." His uncle put the shift in gear and popped the clutch.
"No, not that I'm aware," said Eddie.
"Well, you don't look so good. Here—" his uncle pulled out two crumpled dollars from his back pocket. "When you get to school, get a second breakfast and eat as much as you can. That'll fix you right up."
