"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 Fifty-Eight: Flight Of The Dart
(The Pollywog, Pt. 4)
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"This is the reason why I was late to class."
It was the end of the school day and Alistair was back in Mr. Clarke's classroom, alongside Lucas, Dustin, Cami and Max, the ghost trap containing Dart on Mr. Clarke's desk as their science teacher peered at it. Like he had all year, Alistair tried to ignore the barely visible crack spiderwebbing the floor, the evidence of when he used his power for the first time and dead rats had burst out of it to attack the Demogorgon at his unintentional command. For two weeks the classroom had been conditioned off while people cleaned up the mess left behind, just like they cleaned up the bodies left behind by both El and the Demogorgan. And while the cracks in the floors had been covered up pretty well, Alistair could still see them, and remembered what he had done.
"Pretty neat," Mr. Clarke said as he looked at the ghost trap. "These doors function?"
"Yes, but it's not about the trap, it's about what's inside," Dustin claimed, making their teacher look at him with renewed curiosity. "Now, this very well may change your perception about the world."
"Consider my interest piqued," he said.
"Alright, first, let's just clarify, this is my discovery, not yours," Dustin insisted and Alistair rolled his eyes as Lucas said exasperatedly, "Dustin, Jesus, just show him."
"Yeah, just show him already," Alistair muttered in agreement, folding his arms.
"All right, trying to clarify," Dustin said, slight irritation edging his words, but he did move to open the ghost trap and reveal Dart to Mr. Clarke.
However, just before he could, Mike burst in, a panicked look on his face as he grabbed the ghost trap and said, "Stop! I'm really sorry, Mr. Clarke it was just a stupid prank!"
"Mike, what the hell are you doing?!" Dustin demanded as Alistair stared at his friend, frowning. What the hell was Mike doing? And why was he so panicked?
"We need to go right now. RIGHT NOW!" Mike bellowed a second before he was racing out of the room and away.
Alistair had only a moment to share a perplexed look with his friends before they followed after Mike, arriving at the AV club room, where Will was outside, looking nervously at the ghost trap and fidgeting with his sleeves.
The feeling Alistair felt earlier returned, curdling in his stomach and thickening when after Mike opened the door and Dustin, Lucas, Will and himself were inside, Mike slammed the door before Cami and Max could enter, Alistair seeing a split-second of their shocked, confused and hurt looks before the door was closed and locked.
