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Fighting an inter-dimensional monster and finding a girl with superpowers definitely wasn't how Skylar intended her evening to go - but if it kept her out of the house, she was all for it!
"All I did was join the AV Cl...
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FIRE FLICKERED AND danced from the lighter held under Skylar's outstretched palm, barely licking her hand with it's fiery teeth.
Tongue stuck between her teeth in concentration, Skylar quickly pushed the flame closer, hissing as the familiar sting washed over her hand.
Fixated on the burn patch, Skylar closed her eyes slowly, feeling the pain slowly recede and be replaced by a tingling sensation that balled at her fingertips.
Skylar clenched her fist slowly, the pain ebbing away until it was gone, reduced to nothing. She rocked back in her chair in satisfaction, dropping the lighter back into her pocket.
She had been practising that for the last ten months - ever since Eleven had disappeared. Deep inside, Skylar was terrified that the Demogorgon would return for her friends, not satisfied with the taking of one already.
And so she made sure she was capable - well, as capable as she could be with a power that only healed instead of harmed. Any time someone from the party got hurt, she would jump at the chance to fix it, to see how much farther her powers would get her.
So far it was going quite well. She could absorb the pain - something that would gradually exhaust her - and she could also transfer the pain, something she and Lucas discovered by accident when she tripped.
Skylar hid her fear from the group, although she was sure they all felt it too, no matter how dormant. Even though Will had been home without disturbance for almost a year, they all still had the dreaded feeling that it was far from over.
While Will was back, and safe, Eleven was not. The party had no idea if she was even alive, or just stuck in the Upside Down like Will was.
Skylar wasn't sure which one scared her more.
They all masked their grief for the girl by acting as though nothing was wrong, although they were all haunted by the memories of the previous winter. Nothing had been the same, not really.
"Sky? Do you copy?" the sound came from Skylar's radio, which was lay on her desk.
Skylar span her chair around, narrowly stopping her feet from smacking her bed in the process. "Yep, Lucas, I copy."
"What's your haul?" Lucas asked, and Skylar blanched for a moment, "Y'know, for the arcade?"
"Oh, shit." Skylar hissed, leaping up and quickly emptying her money bank, only for a few cents to roll out. "Um, not looking good, I'm afraid."
"Well, I've got quite bit from mowing Old Man Humphrey's lawn, and Dustin's got like, four cents."
"Wow, humble," Skylar teased, grabbing a jacket and her bag while still on the radio, "We still meeting there in ten? I'll see what I can get from my mom."
