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THE TWO BOYS look up the stairs before walking up slowly, reaching to the door. Kit slowly opens it, hearing the wood creak. They look and see the grabber in his chair, his shirt unbuttoned and holding a belt while he was snoring loudly. Totally not creepy..
Kit and Finney slowly walk past, entering the living room and towards the front door. Finney opens the door, looking at the lock before trying the combination. Kit looks back, checking if the grabber was still asleep.
"Come on." Finney whispers, struggling on the combination. Kit waits patently before he succeeds, unlocking the door. However—as soon as it opened, a dog inside began to bark.
This alerted them both and sent them running for their lives. They pant, holding each other's hands as they ran away. "Help!" They both scream as they hear the tires screech. "Finney! Go!" Kit yells. "No! Stop!—there's no time! Just go!" Kit yells as he slows down.
The grabber stops his car before running towards Kit. He quickly raises the rocker toy, getting ready to stab him as quickly as he could. However, the man was way more -stronger than him this time.
He shoved the teen down before feeling a sharp pain run behind his ankles, making him scream in pain. Kit tries to stab him in the arm, but he grabs it out of his hand before stabbing his leg.
Finney came running back, jumping on the grabber's back. The grabber falls on his back hard, pressing harder to hurt Finney. He then presses his foot against the rocket in Kits leg while pushing Finney harder.
A house light was on, meaning they were awake. "You two say one word...and I will gut you both like a fish." He threatens, Kit and Finney both in pain, trying to stay quiet.
They waited in silence, the lights turning back off. He then bangs his head towards Finney and kicks Kit in the face, making them both pass out.
...
Kit's eyes flutter open, seeing Finney sitting down on the mattress. A painful feeling kicked into him, looking down at his leg. "Hey, hey. Careful." Finney spoke. "What the fuck?!?" He exclaims in pain, feeling it most on his ankles.
Yep, they were back..they failed.
"It hurts so bad..It hurts, Finney." He complains, holding his leg. "Hang in there. We're gonna make it out, okay?" He explains in a sad tone, worried about Kit.
The phone then rings again, annoying Kit. "Pick it up." He strains, shutting his eyes in pain. He picks up the phone, sitting back down. "Hello? What?" He asks, getting nothing.
Kit grabs the phone from him. "What the fuck do you want?" Kit angrily spoke. "That a way to talk me?" A boy spoke. "Who is this?"
His jaw then dropped.
"Vance?!" He exclaims, moving a bit which only sent himself to more pain. "That's right, motherfucker. And if you two knew what you had coming, trust me, you'd be fucking terrified!" Vance answered.
Finney and Kit walk into Grab 'N go, he notices Vance Hopper playing on a pinball machine. "Sup' Vance." Kit spoke as he walked past. "Hey man." He responds, too focused on the gaming machine.
"Okay, my mom said we can get some snacks for tonight." Kit smiles to himself, nudging Finney. He chuckles, before laughing at his best friend. "What's so funny?"
Finney just nods, "I've just never seen you this happy about snacks." He shrugs, looking through the candy. "I like it." He finished, Kit staring.
"L-Like it?"
His mind thinks, understanding what he just said. "Mhm. I like.." He trails off. But before he was going to speak, Vance yelled. "You fucked with my game!" He holds up a boy, throwing him against the magazines and falling.
Kit and Finney watch another boy bring a knife, but Kit knew that wasn't gonna scare Vance one but. They watch him fight the two guys, grabbing one of them. "Don't fuck with me again!"
He headbutts him, kicking him to the floor before banging his head. Vance then looks back at the knife, taking it quickly. Kit's eyes widen—"jesus, you wanna go to jail?" He asks. "He fucking deserves it!" Vance argues back before cutting his arm.
"Have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the window?" Vance asked him. Kit just nods, "we've tried everything." He answered.
"No, not everything. When The Grabber saw what I had done, that was it. And he took his time with me, too." He explains. "What did you do?" Kit questions. "Oh, that fucker had to spend a fortune to repair all the damages." He chuckles.
Kit rolls his eyes. "Vance. I'm going to fucking bleed to death in this bed right now. What, did, you, do?!" He exclaims. "Okay, cunt wad!"
Finney leans closer, hearing with Kit. Vance sighs, "there's an outlet in the shitter, across from the john."
"Yeah, I've seen it." Finney spoke. "On the other side of that wall, there's a storage room. You can't get into that room, because there's a bigass upright freezer in the way." He tells.
"Break into the wall about two feet above the outlet till you get to a panel with screws in it. Get the panel off, you're into the freezer." "And then out into the storage room." Kit finishes.
"Thanks, Vance."
Vance groaned in annoyance. "Can't believe I'm fucking saying this but, you're welcome." He bluntly answered. The phone then went into static, then clicked.
Finney quickly went towards the back and all you could hear was Finn smashing the wall. Kit tried to move, his leg was in so much pain and he probably can't even walk with his ankles sliced thinly.
He looks up as he sees Finney come back, looking at Kit with tearful eyes. He nods, meaning he couldn't get the freezer to open. Finney laid down with him, crying. "We're gonna die here." He lets out.
Kit brought him close, Finn burying his head into Kit's chest, his cries muffling. Kit didn't want to tell him everything was going to be okay. It wasn't.
They weren't going to get out and the two boys just needed to except that.
