Escape ~ S.Harrington

29} Operation: Dart Trap

"You ready?" Dustin looked over to his sister and asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be."

Jenna and Dustin had started prepping their plan right as their mom left. Dustin gathered various sports gear from around the house for protection while Jenna laid out a trail of bologna through the house out to the cellar. Their official plan was to get Dart to the cellar and trap him in there until they could figure out what to do with him. At least it got Dart out of Dustin's bedroom and would allow them to properly bury their cat.

Dustin suited up in his old hockey gear and oven mitts for his protective gear and had his old hockey stick as a weapon. Jenna didn't feel like putting stupid-ass gear on, so she just had her trusty crowbar to beat the shit out of Dart, if necessary.

The two Henderson kids looked at each other and nodded. Jenna threw open the door and yelled, "RUN!"
They sprinted down the hall with Dustin yelling, "Oh, my god. Oh, my god.Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Shit, shit, shit, shit!"
They ran, or more so waddled for Dustin's sake, out to their backyard and into their shed where they would hide until they saw Dart in the cellar. They stood side by side peaking through the cracks in the wall.
"Come on you son of a bitch..." Jenna whispered.
"Come on, I know you're hungry," Dustin whispered, too.

Finally, Dart descended down the stairs leading out of the house, following the trail of bologna to the cellar, just like they wanted. He was just about to go down in the cellar, when Dart heard Dustin whispering, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."
Dart growled and looked right at the shed, and right at the Hendersons.
"Shit," Jenna said and pulled Dustin behind her.

Dart approached the shed, slowly, getting ready to pounce on his prey. Jenna rolled her eyes at her brother who was now huddled in the opposite corner of the shed, gripping his hockey stick for dear life. Jenna burst through the door and charged at Dart, screaming her lungs out. She chased him to the cellar opening and smacked him down the stairs with the crowbar. Dustin came running out of the shed when Jenna yelled to him, "Get me the fucking lock!"
Dustin handed her a metal chain and the lock. She strung the chain through the door handles and locked it nice and tight.

Jenna and Dustin looked over their handy work, well, more so Jenna's handy work. Dustin looked at the doors and said, "I'm sorry. You ate my cat." He then looked over to his sister and told her, "You are really scary with that."
"You should've seen me with the Demogorgon."

~

Jenna was out back with a shovel digging a hole to bury her cat in while Dustin was scrubbing his bedroom carpet clean and aggressively trying to get anyone from the party to pick up their walkie-talkies for help.
"This is a Code Red, guys. Code Red!" He kept yelling into his headset.

Jenna laid her cat in her grave and filled the dirt back over top of her.
Why did Dustin have to keep that thing? He looks like a mini Demogorgan, I swear.

"DUSTIN!" Jenna yelled to him through his open window, "ANYONE ANSWER?"
"NO!" He yelled back, "MIKE IS MIA. LUCAS IS MIA. HOPPER IS MIA. EVERYONE'S MIA!"
Fuck.

Jenna threw her shovel to the ground and walked back in the house to see Dustin was also finished with his task of cleaning the blood off his carpet.
"I seriously have a Code Red here guys!" Dustin desperately yelled into his walkie-talkie, just trying to find someone to help.
"Could you please shut up?" A girl said from another end.
"Erica?" Dustin said in relief that someone picked up, "Erica, is Lucas there? Where is he?"
"Don't know. Don't care," She sassed back.
"Is he... is he with Mike?"
"Like I said, I don't know and I don't care."
"Please tell him it's super important. Please tell him that I have a code-"
"Code Red?"
"Yep, Code Red. Exactly."
"Mmm-hmm. I got a code for you instead. It's called code shut-your-mouth."
"Erica!" Jenna took the walkie from Dustin and yelled at her.
"Jenna?" She questioned, warily.
"Yeah, it's me. Now, when you see Lucas you better tell him that we need help or else I'll spill the beans to your parents about what you and Tina did the last time I was watching you guys."
"Ummm... okay. Will do."