Beautiful Destruction.

Six.

"It's in there?" Steve asked, nudging the basement door with a bat with nails hammered through it. Dustin nodded, very hesitant to go near it. It was dark, and Antionette was confused as to why they had waited until the middle of the night to deal with this

"Hey, where did you get that?" She asked, mentioning to the bat.

"Uh, Nancy and Johnathan set up a whole crazy trap for the Demegorgan, y'know when you jumped through the wall, that including this bat, and I kinda just... held onto it." He shrugged.

"Forget I asked." She shrugged. "Dustin, where's the key?" She asked, and he fished it out of his pocket, handing it to Steve who opened the door.

"Okay, here we go." He breathed.

"Be careful." She said. "That thing is creepy as shit, it growls." She shuddered.

"It's fine, I'll be fine." He said, before disappearing from sight.

"Relax, Ant, he'll be fine." Dustin said.

"No offence, Dust', I really don't trust your judgement right now." She said bitterly. "If that thing bites him-"

"He won't! D'Art is a good boy."

"Try telling that to Mews."

"Uh, you guys!" Steve called. "I think you're gonna wanna see this!" Both Antionette and Dustin descended into the basement, only to find what looked like skin hanging off the end of Steve's bat.

"What the hell?" She breathed, more concerned about it being anywhere near her than anything else. She then turned her head, finding the main problem at hand. "Please tell me I'm imagining the tunnel and that thing didn't escape to god-knows where."

"Uh... you're imagining the hole and D'Art did not escape to anywhere." Dustin said, a deep frown on his face.

"Damn it, Dustin!"

"What?! I thought he would be safe down here!"

"What made you think that?! Are you an idiot?! Does your brain not function like it should?!"

"Okay, let's just relax." Steve said, coming in between the two, purely due to the fact it looked as if she was about ready to strike her brother, and nobody wanted that. "We can figure this out. We can... I don't know bait it."

"I'll keep trying the others." Dustin shrugged. "And since I'm not wanted down here..." He said, making his way outside. What was going on? Why was she feeling like this? She was so irritable, and frankly she felt she needed to beat the life out of something to make it ease off.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Steve asked and she shrugged.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you clenching your fists, huh?" She looked down to her hands, finding she had been clenching her fists. She opened up her hand, dragging her sweaty palm down her jeans. "Talk to me, come on."

"I just..." She began, feeling like she was about to lose control of the flood gates. "I feel like I'm having some severe deja vu."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean something... something doesn't feel right here. I feel like I'm going through the same motions as last year when Will disappeared and... I'm terrified incase that happens again to someone else, you, Dustin, Lucas, and I don't think anyone is gonna be able to stop it. Not even me."

"The demogorgan is dead, right? So-"

"So you're just assuming there's nothing else in the upside down?"