Will's pov
A few days had passed since Vecna took a hold of me in the Creel house. Since then things have been...different. In a lot of ways. Mike hasn't left my side but we haven't really had time to talk about what happened... It sucked but defeating Vecna was our top priority and with the whole group constantly sticking together we didn't have time to ourselves.
On the other hand I could still feel Vecnas hold on me. It always felt like I was being watched. Headaches. Visions. It was getting a lot and I felt myself slowly drifting into his grasp but I had to stay strong.
I awoke suddenly. My eyes snapped immediately to the space next to me. Empty. I could feel my heart racing. In fact I could hear the pounding in my chest. Where was Mike? I felt my breath become shaky as I placed my feet on the cold wooden floor.
"Mike?" I called out as my wrapped my arms tightly around my chest. I squinted my eyes through the darkness confused as I reached the kitchen. I ran my hand across the wall until it finally planted onto the light switch. I flicked the switch fast and blinked a couple times as my eyes adjusted. Where was he.
"Mike?!" I called a bit louder turning on the hallway lights. My attention turned to the clock on the wall. 3am. Surely he's just in the bathroom...right? As I approached the closed bathroom I reached for the door handle but eerily a door bell rang throughout the Wheeler household.
No no no. I've watched enough horror films to know that there's some kind of murderer outside at 3am. I pulled the curtain just enough to peer out of. I saw a tall muscular figure stood on the doorstep. My eyes scanned higher and higher until I reached the figures face. It...it can't be. Why...How?! I kept the front door on lock as I slowly opened it.
"Dad?" I whispered, the shakiness in my voice returned as I made eye contact with Lonnie (I get the vibe that Jonathon and Will call their dad by his name??).
"Will." He slurred placing his hand on the door. I could tell he was trying to push it open but as he failed his face dropped.
"Son open the door." I took a small step back using all my strength to push the door shut. I immediately turned the lock and rested against it letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. But banging soon began.
"Open the door Will!" This repeated for a while. The Will's soon turned into the F slur and the banging got louder - harder. I closed my eyes and began counting. He had to go away eventually. I felt tears slowly drip down my cheeks. The pounding was that aggressive I could feel them on my back. I let myself fall to the floor as the shouting didn't go away.
"Mike?" I cried out resting my head in my hands.
"Will?" Everything stopped. The pounding disappeared as if Lonnie was never there. I looked up seeing Mike looking down at me. He didn't look worried or panicked...just confused.
"Where were you!" I gasped jumping up wrapping my arms around him. He didn't hug back. He almost stiffened up at my touch stumbling back. I pulled away hesitantly taking a step back.
"What's wrong?" I softly asked scanning his face.
"Could ask you the same." He mumbled walking straight past me looking out the window.
"Is he still there?" He whispered choosing to ignore Mike's sudden coldness. He turned and just looked at me like I was insane.
"Who?" He almost laughed. Maybe I was insane, Lonnie was there but...he vanished? I shook my head,
"No one, can we just go back to bed?" Mike's eyebrows furrowed,
"We?" I was taken back. All I could do was slowly nod my head.
"Oh Will..." He spat looking down at me,
"I'm not a *f-slur* like you."
My heart dropped. I knew it was too good to be true. I just didn't understand what the past few days were? A joke? I thought Mike was my best friend but was I just a joke to him?
I didn't reply. I felt my eyes suddenly flood with tears. All I could do was turn and return to the bed I previously awoke from. I flopped onto the bed. Face buried into my pillows. I could hear footsteps following.
"You finally stopped running." I heard Mike say from above me. What did that mean? I lifted my head up and froze.
Vecna.
None of this was real. A trap - the curse. Was it too late to run? Maybe I should just give up. I shook my head. No I wasn't going to give in. I pulled myself off the bed and ran. I just ran and ran and didn't look back. I could hear him but as long as I didn't look back it was okay.
I ran out the house, down the street until I couldn't run anymore. I looked around and immediately knew where I was.
The swing set.
There were people there. As I moved closer I realized they weren't just anyone. It was me and...Mike. Back to kindergarten - back to when we first met. The greatest day of my life. The footsteps behind, the constant chiming from the non existent clocks, it all stopped as I stood and watched the memory. I sat on the closest bench I could find my eyes not moving away from our younger selves.
Before I even realized I drifted to sleep. Into the darkness but as I awoke there Mike was. Next to me in the same bed. Panicked and worried. Tears down his face.
"You're here." I whispered.
"Always."
A/N: I know a lot of you wanted a part 2 so here it is!!
Sooo I didn't write the f-slur because idk if you guys would be comfortable with that and tbh idk if I am but if you guys feel like it adds to the story I can go back and add it in?
Also the running scene- Hey siri play ceilings
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