Not Just Another Number

Setting Up The Trap

Sarah's POV

We waited until the next day to start setting the trap. We slept over at Dustin's house, him taking his room and Steve and I sleeping in the living room.

When the sun starts to rise, so do we. We all get up and make a plan. "So we need to find that thing. How?" Steve asks. I grab my jacket from the floor and pull it one, feeling a small headache start to grow.

"Well, it won't taste like cat, but we need to get a lot of meat. Make a trail." I suggest, moving my hair behind my ear. I frown. I miss my old hair. I grab my bat and swing it around, practicing.

"How are we gonna get that?"

"The butcher shop. Obviously." I roll my eyes.

Time Skip

I groan as I take one of the buckets filled with diced meat out of Steve's trunk. As I strain to carry it, my headache pulses, sending a sharp pain through my temples. I wince and bite my lip. C'mon, just get through the fucking day without a freak out happening for once.

I drop the bucket on the ground, grimacing at the raw meat. I look over at Steve, who's getting the other buckets. I smile a little. He didn't have to help us, but he is.

"Well well well, look who it is." Dustin says, putting down his bucket. I look over at him, raising an eyebrow. He puts his hands on his hips, back turned away from us.

"My stupid sister turned it off." Lucas's voice rings out. Oh, his head set. Forgot about that. I turn back to my bucket and lift it, straining a little. I sigh through my nose roughly, biting on my lip a little.

"Well while you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and we're pretty sure he's a baby demogorgon."

"We? What?"

"Sarah and I. I'll explain everything later. Meet Sarah, Steve, and I at the old junkyard."

"Steve?"

"And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket."

"Steve Harrington?"

I close the trunk while Steve puts on his backpack. "All right, let's go." Steve says, grabbing the last bucket and the canister of gasoline. I follow Steve to the abandoned train tracks, hearing Dustin run up to us.

We walk a little further into into the woods until we come across the tracks. We walk along them, throwing pieces of meat along behind us.

Steve and Dustin walk in front of me. I pull out some meat and toss it behind me as I listen to the two of them talk.

"All right, so let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?" Steve asks. I nod along to his question, also confused.

Dustin sighs and throws some meat ahead of him. "That's grossly oversimplifying things."

"I mean, why would a girl like a nasty slug?"

"An interdimensional slug? Because it's awesome. Right Sarah?" Dustin asks, looking back at me. I shake my head, laughing a little. "Yeah no, Dusty. Girls don't really like slugs."

Dustin sighs and turns back to the tracks ahead of him, throwing more meat. I reach into my bucket and toss some more meat behind me.

I feel a zing go through my temples, making me stop for a second and hold my head. My headache is just getting worse. It hurts so bad that I have to close my eyes to try to mae the pain go away.