[ 𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 ] ~ 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

XVII - Dusty!

Twelve just threw a car. Twelve threw a car through a bunch of grown ASS men. 

What. 

The. 

Fuck. 

Justin gaped, her eyes wide and a sound she could only describe as whimper-like escaping her lips. "Wha-" She paused, closing her mouth, her eyes drawn to a squint of disbelief as she looked over the ledge of the ground floor of Starcourt and into the lower level. "I just witnessed murder." She whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth and chewing on her thumb absentmindedly. "I just. . .watched a ten year old kill four men." She mumbled to herself, jumping when a hand was placed on her shoulder. It was Rylie. Rylie Watson. Rylie Watson just watched four people die too. . .and she didn't look phased. . .Huh. 

Justin was never listening to Nancy Wheeler again. Especially if it was about rats. Twelve was a lucky charms obsessed ten year old with magic witchy woo magic who killed people. It was odd, cause Justin could've sworn when she saw the kid that a strong breeze could knock her over. Like Dustin's friend. . .the small, yellow one who always had pencil lead and colored pencil dust on her hands. But no. Twelve killed people. Justin just saw four people die. And it was Nancy fucking Wheeler's fault. There's no other blame that Justin would accept. If Nancy hadn't been an attention whore at the newspaper and instead stuck her nose down and just done her job, then Justin wouldn't have just witnessed murder. Holy shit. Was she an accessory to the murders? She just watched it happen. And she was. . .acquainted with the murderer. Oh god. Justin couldn't go to prison, then all her mom would have was Tews and Dustin. And Dustin was a fucking handful on his best days! Not actually. But Justin wasn't exactly thinking rationally, she did just experience a lot of traumatic events one after the other. "Fuck you." Justin glared at the devil herself. 

"What-" Nancy scoffed, but before she could properly respond, the group of ten year olds they were watching started running toward the escalators. 

At the bottom of the escalators - that they had to walk down, by the way. What's the point of an escalator if you're going to WALK down it? - Justin saw her little brother, his hair as curly as ever, the yellow one who she saw's hand was in her younger brother's hand, a girl she kind of recognized from freshman algebra or something, a brunette she remembered seeing around Billy Hargrove, a little girl with. . .skating pads on?, and Steve Harrington. Of course it was Steve Harrington. Couldn't she get a summer of peace? First Nancy Wheeler, then Rylie Watson - who wasn't as bad as previously thought - and now Steve Harrington. Honestly, she couldn't think of a worse three people to die with. Except maybe her PE teacher, Mr. Pattrick. That guy sucked. He made them run a mile every week on Friday. Way to ruin a good weekend before it even started. 

"You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!" Dustin yelled, running into Twelve and mini Wheeler with the brunette girl still holding his hand. She'd have to ask about that eventually, because no way did her little brother get game. Was the short one like. . .being held against her will? That was probably it. Justin waited for her brother to let go of Nancy jr. so she could scold him, and noticed Rylie grab Steve Harrington, of course, and the brunette in blue into a hug. She snickered slightly as the girl in blue scooted slightly away from Steve, but kept close to Rylie. Poor Steve, boo hoo. Imagine a girl who didn't immediately fall for Steve Harrington. Oh the horror. He must be heartbroken. 

"Lucas?" The little girl in roller-gear huffed.

"What are you doing here?" Sinclair exasperated the girl.

"Ask them. It's their fault." She pointed her thumb at the girl Justin remembered from math and hair boy. As soon as Dustin let go of Mike and Twelve, Justin grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him off to the side.