Bloody Negatives {Stranger things}

Chapter Thirty-One

《Chapter Thirty-One》
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The way Dustin's voice echoed was both relieving and terrifying.

The headache Tally got from it was a mixture of agonizing, and delightful.

He figured that as long as he was still feeling, that was a plus. He had been growing more and more numb since the vision he'd experienced a hour or so before.

No matter how hard he willed himself to forget, every time he blinked he saw that dreadful beast clinging to the ceiling, face flared open, dripping with blood and drool.

As a result of that unfortunate trauma, Tally's vision had begun to grow blurry from his desperate attempt to keep his eyes open.

It was like his body was slowly pushing itself towards nothingness.

First he'd lose sight. Then all feeling in his body. Then his sense of taste. Then smell.

Then hearing.

Hearing would be the worst sense to live without, he supposed. He'd never seek comfort in the sound of the rain hitting his window. He'd never spend another evening laying on his bed, listening to his favourite songs. He'd never hear a basketball hit the hard, squeaky floor of a gymnasium.

He'd never hear Nancy Wheeler say his name.

"Tally?" Robin's voice snapped him out of his trance.

Tally nodded as he stared at the misty light hovering above the bed in front of the group.

It was ominous, though equally stunning. Like something that came straight out of a fairytale.

He watched Nancy's finger drag across the mist, etching a clear and bright "H" into the light, accompanied shortly by an "I". "Hi".

They could hear the echoing shouts and cheers coming from Dustin, Lucas and Erica. Tally could've collapsed right then and there. They were contacting their friends, and somehow that made everything feel okay for a while.

That was, okay until Nancy spelt out the word "stuck" in the bright misty light.

Stuck.

It was only five letters, though it still made his head spin.

"Guarded" was the next word.

Guarded.

The horrible visions of the demobats flashed before Tally's eyes. They gave him a horrible feeling inside.

Dustin said something else, though it was all just gibberish in his ears. The others seemed to react the same way, as Nancy sketched a "?" into the light.

Dustin made a frustrated noise that Tally had grown to recognize over the past few days.

"He needs an ego check," Steve murmured, his face contorted at Dustin's sharp words.

"It's the tone," Eddie agreed absent-mindedly.

"Eddie, how far to your trailer?" Nancy asked, turning around quickly, causing the four teenagers crouched behind her eagerly to leap back in shock.

Tally's head couldn't process numbers any more, though he did know that the digit Eddie told Nancy was rather large.

Robin began to speak, though one particular word stuck out to Tally. Bikes.

Nancy lifted her head and nodded. "Yes, you're a genius."

She raced out of the room and shot down the stairs, face wild mess of emotions, none of which Tally could place.

"She's excited," Steve muttered as the four remaining in the room began to shuffle out into the hallway.

"Yeah, aren't we all," Eddie murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Nancy was already in the driveway by the time the rest of them got downstairs. She stood there stoically, hands on her hips and head tilted upwards, chin pointed towards the dark, gloomy sky.

"We have four bikes," she said, determination in every syllable she spoke. "And a skateboard that we bought five years ago, and none of us ever used."

Tally almost laughed. It was odd, how even in the most dreary of places, he would still hear things that were so uniquely human

"Anyone know how to skateboard?" Robin asked, eyebrows drawing into one point on her face.

"Sure," Tally said, smirking. He'd never really owned a skateboard, though he'd borrowed Jason's plenty of times. Using one wouldn't be a problem.

"Great," Nancy breathed out heavily, she looked back down slightly, though she still held herself tall. "Then let's get out of here."

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