"Hey, you remember what I said last year, right? We're Zombie Boy and Ghost Boy. I'm not ever gonna leave you."
"Promise?"
"One hundred percent."
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In which Alistair fights the monster that possessed his friend alongside his friends, while trying...
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Chapter Four: In The Graveswood Library
(pre-Suzie, Do You Copy?, Pt. 4)
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Alistair groaned as he resisted the urge to face-slam into the book in front of him. If he did, he'd probably draw the wrath of a few of his ghostly ancestors—or worse, his grandfather.
Still, it was very tempting as Alistair leafed through the book—a genealogy of their family, stretching back into even ancient times—his head swimming with the names as boredom ticked through him. But when Alistair felt his head tilting a little bit too much toward the book, he decided to call it quits and closed the book, shoving it away as he leaned back in his chair, muffling another groan.
Usually, when Alistair found himself holed up in the library ever since that first visit to it, poring over the books on his family's history, the histories of some other families that were held in here like the Riveras and McConnells, or books on the subjects of science and history and mathematics, and even a couple books that were fiction like Tolkien and Frankenstein, he wasn't so bored. He loved being in the library, loved being around the books, loved learning the histories of other gifted families and his own family history, at seeing how long their family tree stretched, and loved looking into which Graveswoods had one or more of the abilities he had. He'd get lost for hours in here, and only come out because he was hungry or needed sleep. The library was usually a place he loved. But today...
Today, he'd come purely as a distraction. Because of what today meant, and what had happened hours earlier.
It was the last day he and Rowan were with their family. Tomorrow, they'd be back in Hawkins. And while Alistair would miss his family—miss how he felt so normal around his family and the other super-powered family that lived in Lynn, the Cheongs—he couldn't wait to go back. Hawkins was his home, no matter how shitty it got. It would always be his home, when the people he cared about the most lived in it.
Because of that, their grandmother declared a final test to prove Alistair and Rowan had control of their abilities—that this entire month would prove they had. They both passed with flying colours, in seperate tests neither of them had seen—Alistair hadn't seen Rowan's because it was tradition, and Rowan hadn't seen his because...
Because he didn't want her to.
Thinking of the reason made Alistair lean back forward, lowering hands that had fingers twitching, trying to shove it back into the depths of his mind, his hunch, his request to his grandmother about the feeling he'd gotten ever since his misadventure that was swallowed by his ability of astral projection and what happened with Cami, that he—
No, Alistair told himself, shaking his head as he grabbed another book. Don't think about. Not unless you have to. Just... don't think about it.
