𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

66. Overprotective

March 23, 1986

"It was like you were in a trance. It's just like Eddie said happened to Chrissy." Dustin explained as the group listened to want Max had seen in the hallway. She leaned her hands onto the desk, her grip tightening, causing her knuckles to turn slightly white.

"Fred and Chrissy came to Miss. Kelly for help. They both were having headaches," Richie somewhat stood up straighter. "And nightmares. They had trouble sleeping. Waking up in a cold sweat. Then, they started seeing things. They were seeing stuff that was from their past."

Richie swallowed hard. He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe properly. "The visions kept getting worse and worse. Eventually," The redhead's voice was trembling as she took in a deep breath. Dustin noticed her eyes were starting to water. "eventually, everything just ended."

"It's Vecna's curse." Stanley realized. The Tozier boy's face was slack.

"Chrissy's headaches started just a week ago, Fred's began six days ago. I-i, I have been having them for five days."

"Fred and Chrissy died less than twenty-four hours after their first vision. I just saw that fucking goddamn clock, so, looks like I'm going to die tomorrow." Max never showed her emotions in front of her friends, but at that moment she allowed the tears to stream down her face. Steve and Richie's hearts dropped as she broke the news to the group.

Steve's worry for Max is what caused this sudden change in emotion: Richie's had two reasons.

One, he was scared and beyond terrified for her.

The second reason was he had been experiencing the headaches, the nightmares, all of it, besides the visions.

This discovery hit him like a ton of bricks.

Was it possible he was going to be one of Vecna's victims?

He felt like he should tell the group this, but he held back. There's still a possibility he wasn't going to be a victim. The thought stayed in the back of his head thought. Even as they heard something loud in the hallway.

Steve backed away from the group, grabbing hold of a lamp. "Stay here." This caused Richie to let out a scuff. He rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of the other lamp beside the desk, holding it close to his body as he followed Steve out into the hallway.

The group ignores Steve's request as well as they followed the two of them, flashlights in hand. The two younger men's hearts began to somewhat quicken as they all heard more slams. Their grips tightened around the cool thin metal of the lamp.

Someone ran around the corner in front of them, causing a yell to escape from Steve's mouth, along with Dustin's.

He was already preparing to fully swing the lamp at whoever stood in front of them. That was until the person began to yell along with them and the person was none other than Lucas. "Stop! It's me, it's me!"

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you Sinclair?" Steve yelled, his teeth clenched tightly together.

"God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Lucas said out of breath, placing his hands on top of his knees to catch his breath.

"I-we both could have taken you out with these lamps!" Steve continued to shout as his heart rate was increasing instead of decreasing.