"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Eleven: Tragedy At The Quarry
(Holly Jolly, Pt. 3)
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Alistair looked over at El, biting his nail before he quickly looked away. He hoped the girl didn't sense his anxiety, or see the way he gave quick, darted looks at her before firmly looking away, or couldn't read his racing, jumbled thoughts, that it wasn't one of her powers. God, it would be awful if it was.
But also slightly relieving, because it could mean he could at least stop lying to the only other person in this town outside his family who could understand.
Understand what it was like to have powers, to have abilities your friends would find cool but couldn't or wouldn't understand, not completely. To be afraid of these powers, of their capabilities, of what they brought.
Of the fear of being found by the bad men, and taken away.
Of being used as a weapon.
(Though Alistair wondered how they could use his power as a weapon, given how useless it was. How could they use a kid's ability to speak to the dead as any type of weapon?
He suppose they would find a way. Alistair didn't want to think what could happen if they did)
He tightened his grip around Dustin's waist as his bike went over a rut, his body jolting with the force. Alistair looked past Dustin to where El was sitting behind Mike, the dark-haired boy at the front of their group. They were biking to where El claimed Will was hiding at. Alistair hoped with everything he had in him that El was right, that she could find Will, even if a more cynical part was doubtful she could.
He tried to not think about what El implied about Will being "upside down" and with a creature like the Demogorgan. He especially tried not to think about Will's terrified face, of those brown eyes that Alistair often caught himself staring at and getting lost in becoming wide with fear before turning glassy as the monster killed him, those words he said to Mike that Alistair had overheard before he got into Aunt Aco's car haunting him more viciously than any ghost did.
"The Demogorgon. It got me."
Alistair didn't believe in a God, but the twelve-year-old prayed with everything in him that those words would never come true.
When they finally stopped, Alistair quickly looked around, hoping to catch a sight of Will, but he couldn't see any sign of his friend. His other friends and El hopped off, and Alistair quickly followed suit. It was only then he realised they'd stopped because they were now going to be walking.
So they walked, the woods surrounding them, filled with the quiet chatter of birds, squirrels and other woodland creatures. Somehow, Alistair ended up gravitating to El, who's dark brown eyes held determination in them, along with something that seemed to be a just as desperate hope to find Will.
