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Phoebe Wheeler had battled many fights, but this seemed to be her worst. She never could have began to imagine what Sydney felt when her stomach was punctured, when she took her last breath or why she would sacrifice her life for a stupid boy that was rumoured to be abusive and violent.
Love never crossed her mind, Sydney died for love. She died for Billy, just like Phoebe was willing to die for Eddie, her sister and her friends. Love was the most powerful thing ever and she knew, as soon as she cut that rope she knew.
Vecna was right, love would be what killed her.
Even though she wasn't sure she was going to die, but if she was the reason would be love. She would do anything for those she loved, especially Eddie and Nancy.
She could feel the pain tightening around her neck as she grappled tighter onto her spear that was now flung carelessly around her back her shoulder now aching from the weight of the shield and spear, she felt as though they were dragging her down, slowing her to her impending fate.
"Phoebe!!" The last scream from her boyfriend was muffled by the sound of cracking wood and the wind flashing behind her, she heard it though, loud and clear.
He was pleading for her to come back, yet it didn't work, the desperation in his voice didn't matter because she was willing to do anything to save his life and if that meant luring the bats away then she would do it, in a heartbeat.
And so she did, she whipped the spear from her back scratching it against the metal of the trailer screaming out for her friends and boyfriend to hear also "Come and get me you scrawny bastards!!!!"
With those final words she pushed open the door scratching along the metal wires they had set up to further attract the bats, unlike before she picked up the bike and began to pedal the screams and pleads long gone as the tormenting screeches of the bats overruled her boyfriends desperate voice.
The pain in her leg long was forgotten as she pedalled as fast as she could the spear still gripped in her hand as she focused on luring them away, she turned back for a quick second the bats now fighting through the door to claim they're prize. She gulped gripping tighter onto the handle bars the bats speed much faster then her own, especially with a wound.
She thought she could potentially get away with this, she could lure them away with no harm done hopefully the others could kill Vecna in time for her to live but that thought was cut short when a sharp pain burst through her side causing her steady hold on the bike to falter, the bat that was seeping into her side was thrown off as her body hit the ground with a mighty crash.
She wasn't prepared for this fight, her makeshift spear and shield were seemingly much more useless then she assumed but nether-less she picked them up before picking herself up the bats speed never faltered as they could all smell the fresh blood, from her newly grazed wound and the one that seemingly ripped open upon her fall.
