❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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WILL'S FRIENDS HADN'T STOPPED TALKING UNTIL SAR HAD INSISTED THEY'D HAD TO LEAVE. She'd given Eleven a kiss on the head and a hug, and promised her she'd return. She'd briefly taught the girl how to at least open her mind in case Sar needed to contact her. The two had snuck out the basement backdoor, promising they'd be back to talk about this (and trying to intimidate the kids into not going searching for the monster).
They'd drove back to his place as the sun was reaching the afternoon mark. Fallen leaves were coating his long driveway. His parents weren't supposed to be back for another couple of days, at least. They were on that business trip. Sar was still pissed they weren't around. (I mean, the two had almost died being chased by a face-eating monster, and Steve's parents couldn't even bother to be here?)
They'd decided to go on a stroll, instead. Sar had her gun tucked in her jacket for protection, and Steve was lugging along some ridiculous hockey stick (Steve had insisted was his mother's, though Sar quite enjoyed the idea of imagining Steve Harrington playing hockey). Sar had insisted it wouldn't do any good, but he refused to leave without it. ("Too many Demogorgons, Sar.") The two were walking along the old train tracks behind his neighbourhood. "So this lab thing... they — what? — got you inside the heads of animals?"
Sar shrugged. She was holding a bulky flashlight in one hand, the other tucked into her jacket pocket. "Animals at first. Then... people, later. Put me in control of the host like I was them." The wind tousled her hair in its ponytail. "They used me to find information from people."
"And what does it feel like... to be in someone else's head? To be in control."
She swung the flashlight in her hand. "It's strange," she admitted. "Or it was at first. To be in the mind of a mouse, or a cat, or a monkey. But they were simple, you know? A goldfish's mind doesn't compare with that of a person. People's are weirder. They're much harder. Almost impossible to gain control over them."
"But you could," he said. "You could gain complete control over someone?"
Sar shook her head. "I don't know. I have with animals before. Become them. When I'm strapped up to about 10 different machines, to keep my brain focused, to keep my body alive. To keep me breathing... to keep my heart beating... It would probably kill me, otherwise." She kicked a stone across the ground, watching it rattle off the rusted metal tracks. "I'm leaving my own body to inhabit another. They studied me that way. It was... unpleasant. I'd never do it again if I didn't have to."
Steve looked over at her. "But you could?"
"Maybe. If I was strong enough and strapped up to those machines. But over my dead body." Her boots crushed into the fallen autumn leaves beneath them. "I'm never going back there."
Steve was swinging the hockey stick experimentally, and Sar almost couldn't stop herself from laughing at him. "I'd never let you go back anyway. They'd have to fight me."
