𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 ⟿ s. harrington

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

HOLDING ON TO A HERO

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FOUR PHASES WERE SET IN MOTION FOR THE GROUP TO MOVE FORWARD. Getting as comfortable as they could within the Creel house, Max, Lucas, and Erica waited for the group of six to find themselves inside Eddie Munson's trailer. Looming over them was the gate that separated them from another world that held a monster deadly to the rest of their world.

Slipping off his backpack, Steve Harrington never took his eyes off the gate as he prepared himself to take charge and lead the others in. His bravery was strong as he gripped the cloth-made rope and lifted himself toward the opening. As he passed through, his gravity shifted, pulling him down head-first into the other world. It caused a flip of his stomach that his strength he used once to lift himself was now used to make sure he didn't crash down to the floor.

A self-proclaimed ninja of sorts, Steve managed to flip himself the right way in this new, dark world, landing heavily on his feet and not a sway of his body to regain balance. Looking up at the gate, he shrugged at the others watching him before venturing off in search of a mattress to catch their fall.

With his disappearance, Robin and Alex began to mock him and his tendency to show off. "Woah," Robin muttered sarcastically. "What does he want us to do, applaud?"

Playing along with her antic, Alex made a face of annoyance as she clapped her hands together in mockery. "What a man," she mumbled. Dropping her hands down to her side as Robin nudged her over with a chuckle of amusement, a mattress soon fell into view. Making adjustments, Steve prepared it in place before he gave the signal for the others to follow in after.

Tossing her backpack down, Nancy grabbed hold of the rope before her and swallowed hard. The nerves built up as they did once before, knowing that at any moment, Vecna could pay her another visit. Falling back into a void of nightmares haunted her and built back the fears that this could happen all over again. Only she could dwell on the past and continue to live with these fears— she needed to stay strong because just on the other side, that monster was waiting for her, and this time she was determined to put a stop to him.

Nancy's eyes remained closed as she lifted herself through, unwilling to watch if she fell back into Vecna's hands. It wasn't until her back had crashed against the mattress that she found herself where she needed to be. Cracking open her eyes, she felt relief to see Steve extend a hand out her way. Placing her hand in his, he picked her up and pulled her up onto her feet.

Stepping forward, Eddie called for her to make room as he began to launch their much-needed supplies through the gate. Each one landed on the mattress just to be quickly thrown off to the side until Eddie grabbed the rope for himself. He didn't care for the others to wish him good luck because he truly believed he didn't need it. It wasn't because he believed all the luck was on his side but because there was little room for luck in this situation. Once he was through, it would require more than that— it would take a miracle. As his back hit that mattress, he stared up at the gate before him and it truly hit him. He was here, this was it, and there was no amount of miracles that could protect them from what was to come.