Eddie's Girl

Chapter Twelve.

Eddie

I watched helplessly as the Walkman slipped from her pocket and crashed to the ground.

I cried out, as Dustin had tried to catch it but failed to.

"What do we do?!" Dustin shouted, frantically.

"I dunno man, I dunno man!!" I yelled, pacing.

"Hurry! Think!" Dustin shouted, as I tried to calm myself to think straight.

I looked around me and spotted my guitar on the roof of my trailer.

I ran past Dustin, fighting off the bats with my shield and hastily climbed on top of the trailer.

"COVER ME!!" I yelled to Dustin, as I dragged the amp to the edge of the roof.

I grabbed my guitar, pulled on the amp lead and hastily climbed back down.

I ran over to Dustin, passed him my shield and hurriedly rooted in my pocket for my plectrum before glancing at him.

"God I hope this works." I said to him, my heart filled with dread.

I started to play the opening chords to Running up that Hill, Dustin fending off the bats with our shields and took a deep breath.

"It doesn't hurt me, dya wanna feel how it feels..... dya wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Dya wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?" I sang loudly.

"Keep going!" Dustin shouted, swiping with his spear and with the shield.

"You, it's you and me....." I sang.

"AND IF I ONLY COULD.... MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD, ID GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES...." We both sang, with all the voice we could muster.

"BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD.... BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL.... BE RUNNING UP THAT BUILDING...."

"Quinn!!! Come back!!!" I roared.

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"She doesn't have to tell me anything.  I'm right here."

This had to be Eleven.
She was here.

"How? How are you doing this?" He asked me.

"She isn't. I am." Eleven replied.

"How?!" He demanded.

"I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer."

I watched helplessly as she fought with him to let me go.

The vine around my mouth loosened and I ripped it off me, crying out.

"Max, Eleven - Max!" I cried.

And then I heard it.

It stopped me dead in my tracks.

It was Kate Bush.
A guitar.
A voice.
Voices.

I looked around the ruins of the house and I could see them both.

I could see Eddie, and I could see Dustin.

"Eddie?" I called out.

Eddie was playing the guitar.
Singing my song.

They both were singing my song.

I could see them, standing below me, singing up at me.

Eddie's stricken expression, their panic and their worry.

"Quinn, come back!!!" I heard Eddie cry, loudly in my head.

"You need to go. RUN." Eleven ordered.