"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 Twenty: Bats And Guns
(The Flea And The Acrobat, Pt. 4)
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Rowan landed in her destination on her back.
Groaning, Rowan rubbed her head, wincing as dull aches of pain shot up through her back. Getting to her feet, Rowan walked out from the spot between two houses she'd aimed for and headed down the rest of the way to where the Wheeler house awaited at the end of the cul-de-sac.
It was only when she arrived that she realised the Wheelers wouldn't be home, so she decided to wait, sitting on the doorstep, double-checking and triple-checking that all her weapons were here, that nothing had been lost when she teleported, ignoring how... good her body felt, at using her teleportation, her cells feeling like they were settling instead of constantly whirring as if she would suddenly dissipate and reform somewhere else at a second's notice. At expending her power outside of letting loose surges and checking for government bugs, instead of keeping it locked away.
She did make sure to wipe away the blood that had trickled from her nose, to not alarm Nancy or Holly or Mrs. Wheeler, and not alert Mike that there was something more than normal about her.
She waited for almost half an hour before the Wheelers' car arrived. After getting out and noticing her, Mrs. Wheeler's brow furrowed. Rowan kept her face blank, but couldn't stop her eyebrows rising in surprise at seeing Lucas and Dustin get out, or see her aunt's car drive in a minute later and Alistair hop out. Her brother's eyes widened at seeing her as their aunt stared at her in suspicion.
"Rowan? When did you get here?" Mrs. Wheeler questioned.
"A little bit ago," Rowan answered vaguely, standing up. "One of my friends dropped me off. I, uh, wanted to talk to Nancy about something."
Alistair arched a brow, and Rowan knew that he knew she had teleported instead. Her aunt gave her another suspicious look before driving away, tyres squealing.
Mrs. Wheeler eyed the knife, guns and brass knuckles Rowan wore, then looked at her eldest daughter who's brow was knitted together, but she nodded to affirm the story. "That's right. It was something about school."
Her mom didn't look convinced, and her dad looked oblivious like always, but she gave a tight nod. "Okay. Just... be careful, girls."
She said that while eyeing Rowan, which was fair; she was practically armed to the teeth, in more ways than one. Rowan gave a peace sign and a tight grin in response.
"We will," Nancy assured with a sunny smile. Looking to Rowan, she said, "I have to get changed, but why don't we meet up in the garage?"
