Not Just Another Number

The Truth

Hey, quick warning, there's gonna be some mentions of death. It's not gonna be too bad, but still wanted to warn y'all beforehand.

Sarah's POV

I lean against the kitchen wall and sigh, wiping away a few stray tears. Everyone's stressed out, either because of what's happening to Will, or because of what happened to Bob. Man, just thinking about Bob makes my eyes well up with tears.

I let out a shaky breath as I watch everyone. Johnathan and Nancy are near Will's sleeping body, Mom is in her room grieving, and Hopper's on the phone with the police.

"You okay Sarah?" I hear Steve ask. I look up at his concerned face and shrug. "I'll manage." He just nods and pulls me into a side hug. I smile slightly and return it. Suddenly, Hopper slams the phone on the reciever, making us both jump.

"Let me guess, they didn't believe you?" Dustin assumes.

"We'll see."

"We'll see?! We can't just sit here while those things are on the loose!" Mike yells.

"We stay here and we wait for help." Hopper says before walking away, probably to go talk to Mom. I rub my arms and shake my head. We can't just stay here, no one is going to come and help, but what else can we do?

It's quiet in the house. Everyone is in mourning and it's making the house's atmosphere feel heavy with sorrow. I push myself away from the wall and walk over to the living room, where Will is lying.

I look down at him, grimacing at his state. He's so pale, almost sickly. Strangely, this is the calmest I've seen him this entire year. I begin to walk closer to him, but a sharp pain in my temples stops me.

I wince and hold my head, taking a step back. The farther away I get, the more it goes away. So these have been caused by him, or whatever's controlling him? Why?

"Hey guys." Mike announces, grabbing everyone's attention. I turn around and notice him holding a puzzel. A puzzel Bob brought for Will.

"Did you know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?" He asks, walking over to the table. I follow him and raise and eyebrow.

"Really?"

"He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fundraiser for equipment. Mr.Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?" He says, ending it with a sad smile.

I rub his shoulder and nod. "Yeah. Pretty awesome." He looks up at me and nods. "We can't let him die in vain."

"What do you want to do, Mike?" Dustin snaps, gesturing his arms around. "The Chief's right on this. We can't stop those demodogs on our own." Hey, we both compared them to dogs.

"Demodogs?" Max asks. I put my hand out and explain. "They're baby demogorons, but they look like dogs." She nods, still looking confused, but a nod is a nod.

"I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe." Dustin continues but Lucas interrupts him. "But there's an army now."

Mike looks down, face scrunched. What's he thinking? I put my hand on his shoulder, but quickly retract it once he jumps up. "His army."

"What?" Steve asks, finally joining the conversation.

"His army. Maybe if we can stop him, we can stop his army too." My eyes widen when I catch on. I nod along and start to move towards the hall. "Destroy the thessalhydra, destroy the demodogs." I mutter to myself as I jog over to Will's room.

I shove his door open and rummage around, trying to find what I'm looking for. I move over to his desk and move papers around before I finally find it. I grab it quickly and smile. The drawing he made after Halloween.