Ṡṁëḷḷṡ Ḷïḳë Ṫëëṅ Äṅġṡẗ (M. Wheeler)

Ch. 4 | Will the Wise

Heyo! Here's episode 4!

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Everyone scattered around once more, desperate to find Will. Dylan was alongside Mike, who was searching in another vacated classroom, trying to focus on the thought of Will. Then suddenly, he heard short, small gasps and that feeling of dread hit him again; similar to the one of Dart and nearly exactly like the latent one of the town, only much, much stronger now.

"Mike," he said abruptly, grasping onto the boy's shoulder. Mike was ready to shove him off and snap at him when he saw that ghostlike look on Dylan's face again. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What is it?" He asked solemnly.

Dylan turned to look at him. "I've found Will."

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Mike and Dylan threw the doors to the back field open and sure enough, there was Will standing in the middle of it with his head inclined upwards twitching shortly, but violently and eliciting small, choked gasps.

Mike glanced at Dylan, once again in awe of how the boy seemed to always know, but he didn't take much time to dwell on it. His best friend was his first priority.

"Will!" He exclaimed, rubbing up to him. "Will, can you hear me?" He shook him gently. No response.

Mike's brows scrunched together. "Will!" He called desperately but he possessed like twitching wouldn't cease. It made Dylan grimace. The feeling of the town now felt like it had absolved into Will; what the fuck was happening?

And why the hell didn't Mike seem as weirded out by this?!

"Will!" A new voice called. Dylan turned to see a brunette haired woman hurrying over to the two of them, Lucas, Dustin, and Max in tow. Must be his mother, Dylan thought.

Mike looked up at her in worry. "We just found him like this," he explained, "I think he's having another episode."

An episode? Will got episodes?

Huh, Dylan thought to himself. Suddenly the random senses of ptsd made sense.

But still, episodes of what? And why were they connected to Dart?

"Sweetie, wake up! It's mom!" The woman said, shaking the boys shoulders. Okay, another theory clarified.

But this whole situation was fucking weirding him out. Dylan glances around to see that the other two boys weren't so surprised as they were concerned, just like Mike. He eyed Max who looked positively freaked out. Okay, so it wasn't just him. Good.

Tentatively, he put a hand on Will's arm; the amount of pure darkness and evil that flooded his senses was inexplicable. All Dylan could do was gasp sharply and stagger onto the ground.

"Dyl?" Max commented, moving towards him despite her eyes still being on Will. She managed to peel them away to look at Dylan in concern.

But Dylan wasn't responding. In fact, he was still shuffling away from the boy, not wanting to be anywhere near it. His breathes long, heavy breaths, wide eyes still gazed upon Will and—whatever that terrible thing was inside of him. It was like all the evil, cruel, malevolence in this town had gone into Will. He couldn't stand it. Just from touching Will it felt like it had plagued him, and he felt the need to wash his fingers till they were raw.

And if he couldn't stand it, he could only imagine how Will was feeling.

What was worse; Dylan knew—he could sense—that it wasn't done. It was increasing. It wouldn't stop until it had Will.