Ṫḧë Ṡöüṅḋ öḟ Ṗëṛïḷ (M. Wheeler)

The Bite (pt. ii)

Hey guys, I'm back! Soooooo sorry this took me so long, but school assignments have really been biting my ass..... Good news though: You're gonna like this chapter for the most part, because of the Mylan reunion!!! Yay!!! The ending however..... Um....

Anywho, here's part two! Enjoy!

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Surprisingly enough, needle and thread were not too hard to find in the store. Or at least, things that were as close to being needles and thread at least, but to Dylan, anything counted so long as it could substantially stitch up his wound.

"That doesn't look like a bowl."

Dylan stopped, recognizing Max's distinctly unimpressed sounding voice nearby. He half-limped around the corner to see her standing in front of Lucas and Will with her arms crossed, Lucas excitedly rambling on about whatever was in his hands.

"This sucker is filled with 150 grains of black powder," Lucas explained, pointing at the box in his hands. "Aka, gunpowder." He tossed the box to Max and Dylan got a better look at it as he did. Was he talking about fireworks? Why the fuck was he talking about fireworks right now??

"Strap two of these together and it's bigger than an M-80! Five of them?" He looked over to Will and shrugged, a smirk on his face. "We got ourselves a stick of dynamite."

Dylan blinked. So he was planning to use them as weapons. That was....that was pretty genius actually. Considering the Mind Flayer hates heat, it was a good plan.

Max evidently did not share these thoughts.

"You want to defeat the Mind Flayer....with fireworks," she said in a ridiculing tone.

Lucas gave her a way look. "You got a better idea?" He asked plainly.

"Uh, yeah—Eleven," Max shot back, tossing the fireworks back into her boyfriend's hands.

Lucas caught it, a disbelieving look on his face. "Against that thing? She's gonna need some backup," he said prudently. Max rolled her eyes shaking her head.

"Oh my god," she muttered, most likely thinking Lucas was ridiculous; and for some reason Dylan could not discern (perhaps it was the dull pain of his wound or his overall fatigue and frustration—or all three), that made him angry.

Really angry.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," He murmured bitterly and Max turned around, eyes widening a little when she saw him, although she quickly started to mod, misunderstanding him.

"Exactly, thank you!" She said, gesturing to him while giving a pointed look towards Lucas.

Dylan narrowed his eyes at her. "I wasn't talking to him," he said coolly.

Max blinked, turning around to look at him again, this time with an expression of slight disbelief. Dylan kept his cool stare, though he could feel multiple things in the air; including tension, irritation, and awkwardness.

"Excuse me?" Max questioned, seemingly both awed and annoyed that Dylan would say something like that to her. Dylan grunted a bit as he walked forwards.

"Don't be a fucking idiot, Max," he repeated sharply. "Are you seriously this juvenile?"

Max gaped at him, looking shocked and angry. "How the heck am I being juvenile??" She asked in annoyance.

Dylan glowered. "The first good idea Lucas has in days, and you're going to shoot it down just like that?" He asked her with disbelief. From behind Max, Lucas emitted a light "hey!" Of indignation, but Dylan ignored him.