ʀᴇᴄᴀᴘ:
"ɢᴜʏꜱ. . .ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ." ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ. ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀᴄᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀᴛʙᴇʟᴛ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɪɴ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
"ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ. . ."
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Pressing lightly on his temple, Jim sat next to Zero pushing the once white, now red, cloth against his head. He lifted it slightly examining the blood that continued to seep out of the wound and placed it once more.
"Hurry up Murray!" He shouted in the direction of the steps, huffing in frustration. "Does it hurt anymore?" He asked the boy who slightly shook his head, moving away from Jim's hand.
"Barbara?" He mumbled as Jim tried to follow his bleeding head.
"You mean Mrs. Holland?" Jim, looked too his side trying to formulate an excuse. "We-uhm, well remember we. . .I don't know," He attempted to lie through his teeth, giving up and continuing to care for the wound. "We kind of just, left her in her car. . .for someone to find or maybe she'll wake up." They sat in awkward silence, avoiding eye contact.
"Is she-"
"Found it!" Murray rushed down the creaky steps into the basement, holding a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a bag of cotton pads, Scott following close behind with a blanket and a set of clothes.
"It was in your grandpa's bathroom," Murray placed it next to Jim, throwing himself into one of the ladderback chairs surrounding their D&D table. Scott propped the blankets against the adjacent wall, and took a seat next to Murray. Jim grabbed the bottle and dabbed some of the liquid onto the cotton pad.
"Now this might feel weird, and cold, and you might hear television-like static, but trust the process, it'll close up the wound." He stated, hovering the wad over the cut. As he moved closer ever so slightly, Zero inched further away.
Jim frowned as he dropped his arm to his side. He looked to Murray who shrugged uncaringly then to Scott who avoided eye contact. A light bulb flickered in his head as Jim looked back to the boy.
"So do you have a name?"
The boy looked to him in surprise at the sudden question. He looked too the black splotch on his forearm before revealing the inked on '000' with a pained expression. The boys quickly approached him, all reaching for his arm which he jerked away, frightened.
"Is that a real tattoo?" Jim exclaimed
"Where'd you get it" Scott marveled
"What agency do you work for" Murray added.
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Familiar Concepts
FanficWhen a little girl vanishes, a small town uncovers a mystery involving secret experiments, terrifying supernatural forces, and one strange little boy. --- This is an au piece!! The original story belongs to the Duffer brothers, however this book is...
