Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER THIRTY Rhiannon's Body
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THIS WAS BAD.
Really, really bad.
Catastrophic, almost.
If the look and smell of this place didn't scream danger, the sight of Priscilla with her hands bound behind her back with rope sure did. By some miracle, her friend wasn't like the others yet. She wasn't blank or still (Miracles were real, after all... Rhiannon could've cried with relief!); instead, her bright eyes were wide with fear and her brown hair hung in dirty clumps around her face. At the sound of Rhiannon's voice, her head shot up, twin rivers of mascara smeared down her cheeks.
"Rhiannon!" She choked on a sob. "Oh, thank god! Billy has lost it. That asshole tied me up and stuffed me in his trunk. Can you get me out of here?"
"Don't you get it?" A new voice came from behind them. "There is no leaving."
Rhiannon whipped her head toward the sound, and her breath snagged.
It was Daniel. At least, an imitation of Daniel. Gone was his usual cheeriness. This version of him wasn't well. Most of the crowd in the steel mill looked that way — tired and bruise-eyed and covered in grime. Not really people anymore, just shells. Puppets waiting to be ordered around. They'd keep standing here until they were useful, until they faded away. One of them, an older man with sunken cheeks and hollow eyes, had his head lolled too far to the left. There was something familiarabout him, though at first Rhiannon couldn't place it.
It wasn't until the memory surfaced, rearranging itself in the alphabet soup of her thoughts, that she realized she'd seen him before — or pieces of him, anyway — because he'd watched her the previous night. These vacant faces, these husks of humans, belonged to the misshapen shadow figures that cropped up outside the mall yesterday. Those hadn't been random ghosts following her. They were premonitions. Glimpses of the future. Broken limbs, bent spines, missing bones. They'd been showing her visions of what they'd become.
