"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring.
Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." B...
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Hawkins, Indiana
July 1985
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Wheelers Household
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Darian sat on the cold tiled floor with his bruised leg outstretched in front of him. The brunette whimpers as he tapes up his leg, biting down on his belt to keep his cries silent. Despite the pain he was experiencing he toughed it out, he needed to help El, even if it meant the possibility of dying.
Suddenly the walkie at his side crackles to life again. Darian jumps and he quickly scrambles for it, pulling the antenna. It was garbled at first but slowly Dustin's voice crackles through.
"Copy?"
There was another crackle.
"I repeat... this is a code red!" Dustin yells
"Dustin?!" Darian yells excitedly, finally. "Darian?!" Dustin responded, letting out a sigh of relief into the walkie. "Oh, my God, you have to listen. I know I've been MIA, and I'm sorry, it's not because I'm mad. I mean, I actually was mad, but it's also because I was trapped underground in a secret Russian base. Remember the other day we're trying to crack that supper secret code!" Dustin exclaims
"Y-yeah." Darian breathes "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dodge you guys." Darian whispers into the walkie-talkie.
Dustin doesn't hear Darian as he continues to ramble. "I know that sounds insane, but the Russians have infiltrated Hawkins! The goddamn Russians!" Dustin yells
The walkie crackles. Dustin is barely understandable.
"And now -- they're using -- to open the gate." Dustin says
Darian felt his heart drop, his fingers slacking along the walkie swallowing harshly. The Russians caused all of this. Darian was starting to connect the dots.
"Dustin, you're -- you're breaking up." Darian breathes into the walkie-talkie, struggling to hear the rest of his theory.
Suddenly the walkie dies out. "No! Fuck!" Darian growls, throwing the walkie away from him.
Darian's heart began pounding in his chest. "Fuck." Darian whispers
Change of plans, he needed to head to the mall. Darian continues to wrap his leg and arm, grunting.
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Starcourt.
Dustin runs down the aisle and back to his seat beside Erica. "Do you have any batteries? Double-A" Erica cuts him off. "Why would I have batteries?" Erica asks, confused.
