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Beer Pong (Laura Kearney)

Dean’s New Year’s parties were legendary. But, with revision, Laura had missed the last few of her best friend’s gatherings. This year, Max had somehow persuaded her that it was a good idea to show her face. The only reason she’d agreed was because he had a point. With college and everything, who knew the next chance she’d get to see Dean? She’d agreed, but decided to be designated driver.

Laura watched as Max chugged another cup of beer and wondered why exactly she’d agreed to be paired with him for beer pong. She loved him, truly she did, but for a chance at winning she really should have partnered with her best friend. He was currently at the opposite end of the table, laughing like a full on maniac; the smug smile on his lips was almost enough to make her leave the party simply because she knew she was never going to hear the end of this.

‘All right, Dean,’ she sneered, trying not to smirk as Max threw his empty cup in the bin. It bounced off the edge and clattered to the floor. ‘Enough showing off.’

‘I’m not showing off,’ he said, flexing much to the delight of a few girls nearby who had been trying to pretend they weren’t watching him. ‘I’m just that good.’

‘Not as good as Laura,’ Max slurred, draping an arm around her shoulders. She could smell the beer on his breath, and she didn’t envy him the hangover that would cling to his thoughts the following morning. Still, she’d tease him about having not listened to her. Trying to compete with Dean was never a good idea; she was pretty sure he had a liver of steel or something.

‘Game on,’ Dean said, plucking another ping pong ball from the bowl.

Laura shot Max a glare, but the smile on his face and the adoration behind his eyes was enough to melt her heart. ‘Fine,’ she snapped, but Max was already planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

‘Ladies first,’ Dean said, gently throwing the ball between his hands. There was a smug smile on his face though, a reminder that her excuse of being the designated driver didn’t mean anything. Dean’s house was well equipped for them all to stay into the small hours of the morning.

‘Prepared to lose?’ she asked, taking her own ball and readying the shot.

‘Go Laura!’ yelled Max, his attention shifting out to their audience.

A few people cheered, but the amusement that had rippled through the house seemed to have tempered into something almost tense. Dean and Laura were both known to be competitive. Together they were a force to be reckoned with. Against each other? It was anybody’s bet as to how this was going to end.

Laura just hoped Max wouldn’t mind them sleeping on the sofa if this ended awfully.

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Boxing Day (Max Mayfield)

Hawkins, Max had decided, wasn’t actually as bad as she’d made out to everybody she passed. Sure, it wasn’t home yet and she hated that living with Billy and her stepdad felt like she was always walking on eggshells; but at least the roads were good enough for skating. The people were strange, though. And it wasn’t that she hated everyone. Lucas and his friends were possibly the strangest of everybody, but they were also the ones that had made her feel the most at ease. They were the ones who, despite the dangers she’d seen with them, had welcomed her. She liked the way Dustin’s sarcasm seemed to pick up the moments her own missed; she liked the way Lucas always found a way to make her smile. She was grateful for El – now that she wasn’t worried about being replaced – and for Will, and Mike.

Still, they were all having happy days spent with family. Eleven had Hopper, and the others were all filling their day with the joys expected of Boxing Day. Expected of the families she was a little bit jealous of, even if she’d never fully admit it even to herself.

Max wasn’t sure why she’d decided to skate around in the cold, why she seemed to be making her progress towards the more affluent side of town. Towards the one house she assumed would be almost empty. If Steve’s parents hadn’t got back from whatever trip they were on, then he’d be alone; if they were, the place would probably be almost as tense as her own house had been.

Steve Harrington’s house was much larger than she’d been expecting. Dustin had pointed it out to her once when he was showing her around Hawkins. Steve had never outwardly mentioned to them about how his Christmas was going to be, but she’d seen the sadness behind his smile when they were all excitedly chatting about what they were going to do over the Christmas break. It was the same smile she’d tried to offer them herself.

Max stepped off her board and kicked it up to hold. Part of her wondered if this wasn’t the stupidest decision she’d ever made. Steve probably had better things to do with a possibly free house, or he might even be enjoying some time with his family after so long apart. And, after all, he was the one that looked out for them. Getting some time to himself was probably the exact thing he deserved.

But Max had needed to do something, and checking in with him was one of the things she could control.

Taking a deep breath, Max started up the pavement towards his door and knocked before she could change her mind.

Silence followed the noise – the noise that had sounded far too loud to her ears. Perhaps he was somewhere else, or simply ignoring the door.

She was about to cut her losses and head back to her skating, when the door was pulled open. Instead of seeing the slightly baffled expression of Steve as he realised who it was, she was greeted by the grinning face of Dustin.

‘Max!’

‘What’re you doing here?’ she asked, but she could hear the excitable chatter of other people in the house. Smell something that was distinctly like roast beef.

Dustin stepped aside, ushering her into the hallway. ‘Looks like we all had the same idea.’

There was a chorus of hellos from the living room as she appeared in the doorway. Dotted around the room sat the others: Lucas was on the sofa with Mike, Steve sat in an armchair with a small smile on his face; Jonathan leaned on the wall opposite. She could hear Nancy and Will talking in the kitchen, followed by the clattering of pots.

Perhaps Boxing Day really wasn’t going to be anywhere near as bad as Christmas had been.

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A Christmas Surprise (Eddie Munson)

Eddie stared at the mug on the table and wondered if perhaps he hadn’t done the wrong thing. His uncle had always told him stories about his time in Texas, but it had taken months of poor guitar playing for him to find out that his uncle had been the one to teach his mother. That he’d done a few background things for musicians there but nothing major. And it was only recently that Eddie realised despite the smile his uncle always wore when he spoke about Texas, none of his mugs had anything to do with it.

The mug he’d ended up buying was larger than some of the others but he’d needed the space. It needed to be a blank canvas so Eddie could work on it; D&D figures were one thing, but he didn’t fancy working on something so tiny if it was a gift. He’d pretended to be asleep when Wayne went out that morning, but as soon as the van had pulled away, Eddie had rushed out into the living room and set up his paints on the table. Now he was looking at the finished article, he was beginning to worry it was just too small a gesture for everything his uncle had done.

On one side he’d painted the state of Texas. He’d painted the name in the middle with as much care as he could, and carefully filled the lines in with tones of his uncle’s favourite colour. Leaning against it he’d painted his uncle’s guitar, trying to do it from memory because he couldn’t recall exactly where Wayne had buried it. The other side of the mug had images that linked to the names of pubs his uncle remembered playing at. The small smile that had danced on his uncle’s lips for all those stories was something he couldn’t ignore; something that had stuck those names in his head.

But now he was stuck with the challenge of how to wrap it. Tissue paper stuffed inside the mug had felt like a good idea, but Eddie had worried about shattering the mug by putting too much in. A box might have been the way forwards, but he couldn’t find one that fitted it just right.

The trailer door was pushed open, and Eddie barely had time to step in front of the mug before his uncle stepped in.

‘Hello,’ Wayne said, an eyebrow arched at the closeness of Eddie. His attention skimmed over him, but Eddie felt as though he were being inspected. X-rayed in a way that only proved how much his uncle cared. ‘You OK?’

‘Yeah,’ Eddie said, grinning broadly. He wanted to drape an arm over his uncle, to usher him further into the room. But then he’d be leaving the mug in plain sight. There was no way he could keep it hidden the whole time without worrying that he was going to break it in his haste. ‘Good day?’

His uncle didn’t answer straight away. The furrow between his brows seemed to deepen. Eddie felt his insides squirming uncomfortably. He hated making his uncle worry, making him anything other than proud, but he didn’t want to risk the surprise being ruined before he could wrap it. Before he could make it as special as Wayne deserved for everything that he’d done.

‘Same old,’ he said, before carefully closing the door properly behind him. He then started into the room, and Eddie hastily shifted in front of the table. ‘What is going on, Eddie?’

‘N - nothing,’ Eddie said, leaning back on the table but swiftly standing again. The table creaking never bothered him. Not until there was something fragile on it that he desperately wanted to protect.

His uncle stopped moving and folded his arms firmly over his chest. ‘I’m going to close my eyes,’ he said, though there was a hint of something behind his voice that Eddie hated. He didn’t think it was quite disappointment, but it was something similar to that. ‘If whatever it is isn’t gone by then, I’m confiscating it.’

Eddie opened his mouth to defend himself, but hastily closed it again.

With a resigned sigh, his uncle closed his eyes.

Eddie quickly picked up the mug and hurried to his room. He put the mug at the bottom of his wardrobe, surrounded it with the clothes that had littered the floor in the hopes of protecting it. He just hoped that the moment of negative feelings his uncle felt now would be worth his happiness at the gift.

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Physics Lessons (Dylan Lenivy)

Back home, Dylan had always found it easy to fall into the role of nerd. Sure, there had been times at school when he’d rather have figured out that he was good at anything else. Times when he hated that it was the frequency of radio transmission that stuck in his head, and not things that had larger followings to talk about. But summer camp changed all that. At Hackett’s Quarry he could be anyone he wanted to be. Nobody knew him, so if he decided he was going to be the funny man, he could take that plunge. If it failed, who cared? He’d never see those people again, and those that might have stayed in contact would be the good ones who wouldn’t care that he was a fulltime nerd as well as a funny man.

A week into camp, and Dylan thought he was doing well. Not once had somebody called him a nerd - at the very least, not in a malicious way. He laughed with Jacob even though back home he was the sort of jock he’d have avoided. He’d learnt to take the brashness of Kaitlyn on the chin because she was like that with everybody and not singling him out specifically. He’d even managed to speak to Ryan about a love of radio without coming on too strongly about the science behind it all, and the history that had been his obsession since childhood.

A young girl sat on the log near the fire pit. None of them were meant to be out, but he’d been tasked with the job of tracking down any wayward kids to make sure they were back in time for dinner. Emma had jumped at the chance to check the island with the treehouse, and that left him with the coast.

‘Hey,’ he said softly, hoping not to make the girl jump. She gave a start, but forced a small smile onto her face. The kind of smile he recognised as somebody trying to hide that they’d been upset. He tried desperately to remember her name. ‘You OK, Georgie?’

The girl nodded, the gesture slightly too much to be sincere, as she stood up.

Dylan shook his head and dropped to sit on the log beside her.

For a moment, he wondered if she might dash off back to the canteen herself. But, with a sigh far deeper than should have been possible for her, she dropped back to sit.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Prince was teasing me,’ she said, her attention on the toes of her shoes as she scuffed them in the dirt. ‘Said only nerds like physics.’

‘And there’s a problem with nerds?’ Dylan asked softly.

‘The way he said it there is,’ she grumbled, but he could see the tears glistening in her eyes. ‘I thought it’d be different here. But no. There’s…’ She looked at him quickly, a kid trying to find a word mean enough without swearing because she worried she’d get scolded for it.

‘Jerks?’ Dylan offered, before mentally berating himself. Mr. H had told them to be role models, that probably wasn’t the best way of doing that.

A small smile curled onto her face, and it made the comment worth it.

‘You know, cool people like physics too,’ he assured her.

‘Like who?’

Dylan took a breath, tried to school his features into something sincere enough that she’d understand he wasn’t just saying things to make her feel better. ‘I do.’

Georgie’s eyes widened dramatically. ‘You do?’

Dylan nodded, shifting on the log so that he was looking at her face on; she shifted to match him. ‘It’s how I got into the radio,’ he admitted. ‘But I wanted to be an astronaut when I was kid. So I tried to learn everything.’ He absently rubbed his jaw. ‘Radio kind of distracted me, though.’

‘Woah,’ she breathed, before her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

‘The only reason,’ he said, sensing where her thoughts had strayed to, ‘I’ve not done anything about it here, is because I thought people’d hate to think about school.’ He pulled a face, if only to gain a giggle from her.

‘But you would?’ Her eyes were bright, and Dylan wondered how anybody could have thought teasing her was a good thing to do. He made a note to tell Nick about it, to suggest that maybe Prince did some more sprints or something if his team lost. That was assuming Prince even liked the sports practice and wasn’t doing something else with his time.

‘If people want to learn, yeah. Now,’ he said, resting his hands on his knees and making a show of how difficult it was for him to stand, ‘I’m starving. Dinner?’

Georgie jumped up, the sadness of earlier seemed to have completely disappeared from her. Pride swelled in Dylan’s chest; perhaps if she could be brave enough to be herself at camp, he might find the courage to do the same eventually. But for now, having helped her with that was enough for him.

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Babysitting Plans (Chris Hartley)

Chris idly cleaned his glasses, his attention on the spread of food his mother had suggested he put out. It felt childish, almost foolish in a way, but he wanted something that felt even slightly normal to curb his nerves. Josh would have told him he was being stupid, told him that he needed to man up and just admit how he felt. But Chris couldn’t do that. He couldn’t risk the friendship he had with Ashley just because, as far as he knew, he was falling in love with her but the feelings weren’t reciprocated. Not that Josh had said that. To Josh’s mind, they were just dancing around feelings that were obvious to everyone else. For once, Chris hadn’t been able to believe his best friend’s assurances.

‘Chris!’ His mother’s voice was louder than he’d expected, and Chris quickly put his glasses back on. He ruffled his little brother’s hair as he passed him in the hallway, before slipping by his mother and grinning at Ashley.

‘Hi,’ she said, waving somewhat awkwardly.

‘Welcome to my palace,’ Chris said, ushering her into the house. She’d been to his house so many times over their years of friendship, but this time something felt different. Three months after the twins went missing; after he’d watched his best friend spiralling with grief, unable to help him through it because he had no idea what he’d do if Jacob had gone missing. Three months and he knew Ashley and the others still had that sliver of guilt in their hearts about their actions. Some of them were just better at hiding it.

Ashley chuckled softly, brushing her shoulder passed him as she moved into the hallway. ‘Your palace?’ she asked incredulously. ‘Your mom might not agree there.’

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Chris shut the door behind her. ‘What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.’

‘I heard that, Christopher,’ his mother said from the kitchen, earning a scoff from Ashley and a smug smile that had Chris’s heart racing.

‘Court jester, not king of the castle,’ Ash teased, making her way towards the living room.

‘Ouch,’ Chris complained, putting a head on his heart.

‘Would you really want to be a king?’ Ashley asked, curling herself into the armchair by the window. Her seat, Jacob had come to calling it, glaring at people when they sat there; even if Ashley was nowhere to be seen. Chris was still surprised that his younger brother hadn’t yet stitched her name into it somewhere.

Chris dropped into his usual seat, far enough away from her that he could see her without having to crane his neck. ‘Depends, can I get other people to do everything?’

Ash merely shrugged.

‘Other than the good things,’ Chris assured her sagely. ‘The boring stuff can go to other people.’

‘So title, no responsibility,’ Ashley said, a smirk dancing on her lips.

‘Oh, and the money and all that stuff.’

Ashley rolled her eyes.

‘Anyway,’ Chris said, leaning forwards on his knees and gesturing to the food littering the coffee table, ‘what kind of a host am I? Do you want anything?’

‘Coffee, please.’

‘Well,’ he said, leaning back and crossing his ankle over his knee, ‘you know where the kitchen is.’

Ashley started to uncurl herself, but Chris was up in an instant. He shot her a wink, internally cringed almost as soon as he’d made the gesture, but tried to ignore it. ‘Don’t miss me too much.’

She didn’t stop in her movements, though. ‘I want to make sure you don’t poison me,’ she teased.

Chris shot her a small smile, glad that she’d agreed to come over. That she didn’t mind he’d said it was so he didn’t have to babysit Jacob alone. That she’d come early so she could help his mom with getting ready for her date. Glad that even when he worried they might have spent too much time together, she was still willing to spend more time with him.

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The Tattoo (Hannah Washington)

The tattoo still stung ever so slightly, a reminder of what Hannah had done even when she couldn’t see the black butterfly on her arm. She didn’t regret it though. Didn’t regret the choice of design or the fact she was still hiding it from her family. Despite Beth’s support, she knew the comments that would come from admitting about the butterfly; about the reason for it. Most of the time, Beth would be her go to person, the one who knew everything first because who else could it be? But there were still times when she held back from telling her everything. Especially when it came to all things Mike. She’d had enough of her sister’s pitying looks, the attempts to talk her back from her feelings.

Hannah’s phone buzzed. She hastily picked it up and felt a small smile curving her lips. Sam had been the next best person to tell about her tattoo.

Traffic. Be there soon x

Hannah typed her own quick reply before idly rubbing just beneath her tattoo. She’d try the flippant comment of just wanting a tattoo with Sam; see the reaction to figure out if that was the best way to show it off to Mike, too. She’d play up to the pain of it, the fact she’d gritted her teeth the entire time. She’d play down the fact the butterfly had been the easiest option when flicking through the book. The one that looked like it might be the least painful, even if not quite the quickest.

She’d show Beth afterwards. Once she knew Sam’s reaction, Beth would be next. Keeping the tattoo secret from her had been harder and more awkward than Hannah had anticipated. Not as bad as keeping it from Josh, who almost always pulled her into a hug with his hand just close enough to send a spike of pain through her skin.  

‘Parents,’ Sam complained a few minutes later, easing herself into the chair opposite Hannah. She looked slightly harassed, but there was the familiar smile on her face that always put Hannah at ease. ‘They are literally the worst.’

‘More complaints?’

Sam huffed out a laugh. ‘I swear, I get one more parent ask about the food for a Christmas party, I’m telling them there’s vodka.’

Hannah laughed, pushing Sam’s coffee towards her.

Sam’s answering smirk was enough for a little of Hannah’s concern about how much she was trying to do to ease a little. Sam’s plate always seemed to be full, but at the moment it didn’t appear to be overwhelming her.

‘Anyway,’ said Sam, cradling her cup in her hands, ‘what’s the emergency?’

‘Oh, um, I wanted to show you something,’ Hannah admitted, a nervousness creeping up on her that she hadn’t expected. What if Sam didn’t like the tattoo? What if she thought it was silly? Tattoos were, after all, permanent. There was no turning back.

Sam’s expression was open though, a curiosity behind her eyes that reminded Hannah exactly why she was sharing this with her best friend first.

With a soft breath, Hannah rolled up the sleeve of her shirt and shifted towards Sam.

‘Hannah!’ Sam gasped, but there was a soft laugh behind it. Disbelief, Hannah guessed. Sam gently leant across the table to take hold of Hannah’s elbow, shifting her arm so she could better see the tattoo.

‘I just wanted to try something new,’ Hannah said flippantly.

Carefully, Sam released her arm and sat back in her seat. ‘Hannah –’

‘I thought it would be an experience,’ Hannah said, rolling her sleeve back down. She’d need to wrap it again when she got home, but showing Clingfilm hadn’t felt like a good way of telling someone about it.

‘It looks good,’ Sam said, sincerity behind her voice that Hannah was grateful for. Even if Sam knew the real reason for the tattoo, she wasn’t going to shame Hannah for it. Eventually she’d remind Hannah to not do anything she didn’t want to, but the acceptance of the tattoo made it just that little bit easier to think of sharing it with Beth.

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Learning to Live (Mike Munroe)

Mike leant on the railing overlooking the river, facing the skyline with lights twinkling across the other side, but saw none of it. All he saw was the bleakness of the sky buildings protruded up into, the expanse of space sprawling before him, and tried to keep the monsters in his memory at bay. His breath clouded slightly in the air before him, a reminder along with his heaving pants that he was still alive. That he’d survived. The jogging sometimes helped to clear his thoughts, to dispel the demons that threatened to overwhelm him. But sometimes it was meditation; the ability to be still that had saved him that night. And sometimes finding peace was impossible, but he had to try otherwise what was the point?

‘I thought I’d find you here.’ Sam’s voice was soft, tentative because she knew even that would startle him; knew that his attention would snap to her with fear behind his eyes that he didn’t need to hide, and yet still occasionally he found himself trying to stifle the truth of all they’d been through.

What they’d faced together.

She moved to stand a little to his left, her forearms resting on the barrier and her attention shifting out across the water. Mike followed suit, loosening another tense breath. He’d tried to leave the apartment quietly, tried not to disturb her because he thought she’d been asleep. He should have known better though. None of them really slept any more, too plagued by nightmares and the inability to ignore the lingering question of “What if?”

‘I just needed to clear my head,’ Mike admitted, finding it easier to say the words when not looking at her. The cityscape before him suddenly came into sharper focus, the moving lights of cars, the vague noises of life drifting on the wind. All of it a reminder that they were no longer fighting for their lives at the lodge. That they weren’t trapped. He could leave the city any time he wanted, try another place. Not that it would help; the monsters would follow him.

‘Want to find somewhere noisy?’

Mike shook his head. Sometimes the press of other people, the reminder of everything still around them, were good ways to ground himself. But sometimes, like tonight, he just needed quiet.

‘Talk to me,’ she murmured softly.

It felt like somebody had stuffed his mouth with cotton wool. His throat was suddenly dry and Mike didn’t even know where to begin. He knew Sam would understand, that if anybody would know all he’d been through it was her, and yet there were still times when the words wouldn’t come. He guessed it had more to do with not even wanting to voice them to himself, more than not wanting to tell Sam about it.

‘We’re still here,’ he managed to say, exhaling slowly once the words were finally free. So much had happened and yet they were still there, still fighting to survive each day. To live with the trauma.

‘We’re still here,’ she agreed, and right now that was enough for him. Enough for him to turn towards her properly.

‘We should head back,’ he said, offering her a small smile.

Sam surveyed him for a moment, her attention lingering on her eyes as if she could read everything there, before she nodded once.

He just hoped that the apartment wouldn’t feel so claustrophobic when they got back this time.

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Laura Kearney #1 Preview

‘Not as good as Laura,’ Max slurred, draping an arm around her shoulders. Already she could smell the beer on his breath, and she didn’t envy him the hangover that would cling to his thoughts the following morning. Still, she’d tease him about having not listened to her. Trying to compete with Dean was never a good idea.

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Max Mayfield #1 Preview

Steve Harrington’s house was much larger than she’d [Max had] been expecting. Dustin had pointed it out to her once when he was showing her around Hawkins. Steve had never outwardly mentioned to them about how his Christmas was going to be, but she’d seen the sadness behind his smile when they were all excitedly chatting about what they were going to do over the Christmas break. It was the same smile she’d tried to offer them herself.

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The mug he’d [Eddie had] ended up buying was larger than some of the others but he’d needed the space. It needed to be a blank canvas so Eddie could work on it; D&D figures were one thing, but he didn’t fancy working on something so tiny if it was a gift. He’d pretended to be asleep when Wayne went out that morning, but as soon as the van had pulled away, Eddie had rushed out into the living room and set up his paints on the table. Now he was looking at the finished article, he was beginning to worry it was just too small a gesture for everything his uncle had done. 

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Dylan Lenivy #1 Preview

‘Jerks?’ Dylan offered, before mentally berating himself. Mr. H had told them to be role models, that probably wasn’t the best way of doing that. 

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Chris Hartley #1 Preview

‘Court jester, not king of the castle,’ Ash teased, making her way towards the living room. 

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Hackett’s Quarry Camp Closure (Chris Hackett)

Chris paced the space behind his desk, trying to come up with a viable option to keep the camp open even though they now knew the dangers he, Kaylee and Caleb posed. Not to mention Silas. It had been a miracle none of them had killed anybody. But the risk was too large if there were kids around. Too much could go wrong if curiosity got the better of a child with nightmares, or dares where whispered in the middle of the night when the adults were sleeping. There were things he and the others could do to protect the kids, that they’d been doing to protect their family. But Silas? That was a whole other headache he couldn’t rid himself of.

But how could he let the kids down? Kids like Ryan who had so often needed the space to enjoy themselves? Like Griffin who had found himself a family amongst the kids and often tried to get the councillors to think he was one of them. And Melissa, who had come out of her shell after just two summers there. Sure, there were other summer camps, other places that could help them with that, but Chris wasn’t at those camps. He didn’t get to help them if Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp was closed.

‘You should keep it open.’ Bobby’s voice pulled Chris’s attention away from the wall he’d found himself staring at, and instead towards his brother. The dog tags he always wore glinted softly in the midmorning light from the window.

‘It’d be reckless and irresponsible, Bobby,’ he said wearily; this was an argument he’d been having with himself for weeks, the two sides spinning around in his head. The admittance weighed far more heavily in his chest than he’d expected. Only now was he realising just how much the camp meant to him. It was his place, the way he got to give back, to help others. Travis had found that calling in the police; Chris’s place was here.

‘We’ll protect them.’

Chris’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. He wasn’t entirely sure where Bobby’s conviction came from, probably from their father’s own dogged determination that they were going to break the curse, but he was grateful for it.

‘I suppose we’ve been safe,’ Chris mused, thinking back over the past few months. Sure, there had been near misses, but nothing awful. It had been six months since the fire, since the curse was brought down on them. Six months and despite a few close calls, nobody had died because werewolves stalked the forest.

A smile graced Bobby’s lips, and somehow settled a little of Chris’s anxieties.

‘We’ll try,’ he said, trying to fill the promise with as much optimism as he could. If he could only pretend that things might be OK, then perhaps they would be. Perhaps he might just be able to keep the camp open; it might even thrive once the threat of monsters was officially stopped for good.

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Wayne Reunites With Eddie (Wayne Munson)

Wayne tapped a nervous beat against his knees, attention locked on the office door’s reflection in the darkened window. Every so often his gaze shifted to the door itself, as if that might somehow change what he was seeing; but it didn’t, and it did nothing to alleviate the twisting of his insides. Nothing to help with the turmoil of finding out not only was Gina dead, that once again his own brother was in the wind, but that Eddie was all alone in the world because of it.

Eddie, the nephew he hadn’t been able to see because his brother had all but forbidden it. The nephew he’d kept a distance from because he wanted to make things easier for Gina but not bringing that tension into her home. Eddie, who he was now the legal guardian of.

The door opened and Wayne practically jumped up, his knee knocking against the table in his haste. He recognised Mrs Lowary in an instant, her dishevelled hair slightly neater than it had been the last time, an attempt made to scrape it back into a bun. It was Eddie that caught and held his attention, though.

Eddie Munson looked very similar to his father, except the eyes. He had Gina’s eyes, the brown that told of every emotion even when she was trying desperately to hide them. Eddie’s hair was cropped short, dark shadows clung to the skin beneath his eyes. There was a bruise forming on his cheek, his lips pulled into a tight line that made him seem older than eleven. If it hadn’t been for the police picking him up while he aimlessly wandered the street, lost in his grief and anger and all the other emotions he still didn’t know how to fully work through, who knew what might have become of Eddie. Wayne wouldn’t allow himself to think about it. If he did, he might just go crazy.

Wayne tried to greet his nephew, but his voice stuck the words. He cleared his throat and tried again. There wasn’t even the ghost of a smile across his nephew’s lips at the misstep. No recognition for the moment at all.

‘Hi, Eddie. I’m –’

‘Wayne,’ Eddie said, his voice hollow. ‘I know who you are.’

Wayne glanced briefly to Mrs Lowary, who held a hand close to Eddie’s shoulder without actually making contact. What had he already been through?

‘Let’s sit,’ Mrs Lowary said, motioning for Eddie to move forwards.

Eddie glanced back at her briefly before walking towards the chair beside Wayne. His attention trailed across Wayne, as if trying to read him, to understand who exactly he was in a few short seconds, before he finally took the seat. Wayne hesitated a moment, watched as his nephew pulled the seat a little further away, as he kept it back from the table. His heart broke at the realisation: Eddie was making sure he had an exit route.

Mrs Lowary followed, motioning for Wayne to sit too. He finally sat as she took her own seat opposite them. All he wanted was to get out of there, to be away from the authority that might deem him unfit to look after his nephew. How was he meant to look after the boy, anyway? He’d only had a cat when he moved out of home, but it ran away and he was pretty sure it had moved in with a more affluent family closer to the centre of town.

‘Now, Mr. Munson,’ she said, a small smile on her face as she tucked her chair closer to the desk, as her attention skimmed between the two of them as if expecting them to somehow make the whole transition so easy they wouldn’t need to be there much longer at all, ‘there’s just a few things we need to discuss before you can go home.’

Wayne glanced quickly at Eddie, felt his insides squirming at the way Eddie seemed to perch himself on the edge of the seat. The way his nephew’s leg bounced with nervous energy, his fingers twisting into knots. He’d sit through this meeting if only to make sure Eddie knew there was someone out there that would try to help him no matter what. Sit through the formalities that he hated all because of that boy, and the promise of a future Wayne was determined to fight for. The promise of a home he could call his own, even if his life had been a mess up until that point; especially since Gina’s death.

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Another Full Moon (Caleb Hackett)

Caleb had never been afraid of the dark before. Even as a child, there was something intoxicating about the mystery surrounding the unknown that darkness presented. Danger or excitement could be hiding in the shadows, both existing at the same time. Like Schrodinger’s cat; that was one of the only things he’d ever taken away from science lessons, and he loved it. Now, however, darkness terrified him. Even when there was no moon at all, even when darkness only lasted a few hours at most, the reminder of what would happen worried him.

He heaved a breath, trying to focus on the fact that right now he was himself. The full moon wasn’t for another few days. Things were safe. The island was his sanctuary, far away from the other horrors that loomed in the forest; memories he’d much rather forget. The water was calm, a mirror beneath the darkened sky; somehow it looked like it wasn’t there at all. That the lake was simply a cavernous space; another unknown that had the possibility of anything.

‘I thought I’d find you here.’ His grandfather’s voice was soft, and yet still it startled Caleb enough that he almost tumbled from the bench. When he glanced at the old man, he didn’t see a trace of humour on his expression.

‘Can’t I stay here this month?’ Caleb asked. The thought of being locked in the cage again, even if it was to protect his family while they searched for Silas, set his teeth on edge. He’d rather be anywhere but there. Waking up on the cold floor, the red lights casting everything in a dim glow that felt like blood always made him feel worse. It reminded him of the fire. Of that night when all he’d wanted to do was help his sister protect someone. Save them from a life that was confined to a cage. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

His grandfather was silent as he settled on the bench beside him. Caleb averted his eyes, unable to watch the old man’s movements, to see the shift of his expression. There’d been a time when his grandfather had terrified him, but things had become easier between the two of them over time. All that hard work, however, had gone out the window the moment he brought the werewolf curse to them.

‘We need to test it. No point changing it so close to the summer,’ was all his grandfather said on the matter.

‘What if I can help by being out there?’ Caleb heard the note of desperation behind his voice, and hoped that his grandfather had missed it.

A gentle hand on his back assured him that he wasn’t that lucky.

‘It’s too dangerous,’ his grandfather admitted softly. ‘What if Silas killed you?’

‘What if I killed him?’

Caleb looked towards his grandfather. There was a slight frown on his face, but his attention was out across the water. ‘The risk’s too high.’

‘But you, Bobby and Travis can go out there?’

Slowly, his grandfather looked towards him. Caleb wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. The bitterness behind his voice was meant to be masked, and yet the comment had tumbled from his lips before he could stop it. He opened his mouth to apologise, but his grandfather waved him silent.

‘We have silver, and are in our right minds, Cal,’ he said, voice far more gentle than Caleb had heard it before. He sounded almost resigned; he sounded more like the old man he was than the terrifying patriarch Caleb usually saw him as. He gently clasped Caleb’s shoulder. ‘We will kill Silas and end this one day. I promise.’

Caleb nodded, not trusting himself to speak; asking about the island again would be useless. So instead, he nodded, and tried to hold onto that promise. Tried to let the hope it ignited scare away the fear of darkness that was growing inside him.

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New Counsellors (Travis Hackett)

Travis sat in the car, watching as the young couple pulled away, their rear lights beacons in the darkness. He doubted they would actually head to the motel, but he wasn’t willing to arrest them simply to ensure they got somewhere safe for the night. What could he have arrested them for, anyway? It was hardly trespassing and whatever had made them run off the road was long since gone, he couldn’t viably pull them in for questioning about that. All he could hope was that they wouldn’t somehow stumble across the lodge, or Silas.

‘Shit,’ he cursed softly. Maybe he should have arrested them. At least that way they would have been safe, they wouldn’t stumble across the others as they hunted down Silas and find themselves in the middle of a shit-show Travis was still trying to wrap his head around.  

‘T, you there?’

‘I’m here, Bobby,’ he assured his brother through the Walkie Talkie. 

‘We think Silas is by the scrapyard.’

‘OK. I’m just gonna check on Chris.’

He could practically see his brother scrunching his nose up at the comment; see his father rolling his eyes. Chris, and the others, took their precautions in the hopes of keeping out of trouble. Occasionally they ran wild, but never this close to there being people around. A dry run, that’s what Chris had always called the transformations before camp season. Not that Travis really understood why he was still running the camp while there were monsters stalking the woods. 

‘Meet us there,’ his father said simply, before the Walkie Talkie’s background buzz cut out. 

With a sigh, Travis pulled away. He just hoped he hadn’t made a mistake with those kids. 

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Travis saw the car before he realised that something was wrong. Already he knew that tonight was going to be a long one, and his sense of foreboding only increased the closer to the lodge he went. He’d barely stopped before he was out of the car. A low roar assured him that his worst fears were realised. 

He grabbed the syringe he kept in the door pocket, just in case, and ran to the gaping mouth of the storm shelter entrance. The blonde was crouched outside, her yell still echoing around the space. He could only assume that the young man was still down there, that he’d been attacked by Chris. At least he could save one of them, though.  

Travis didn’t hesitate, he pressed the needle into the side of her neck and pressed the plunger. She tried to turn to face him, but he pushed her aside before standing. Now he hesitated. His gun was filled with silver bullets, reserved for killing Silas. There should have been no need to shoot any of his family, but he couldn’t leave the young man down there. He needed to know what had happened. To take stock of the situation just in case.

He shot into the darkness, three times in the hopes that he might just wound Chris rather than making the fatal shot he was so terrified of. And then, slowly, he lowered his gun.

‘Does this look like the god-damned Harbinger Motel to you!?’ he snapped. 

He waited a moment, listening to the soft whimpering that assured him he had injured Chris, and started down the steps. Travis raised his gun again, just in case, as he slowly entered the storm shelter. The boy was at the bottom of the steps; he’d lost consciousness, and given the extent of the bite to his shoulder, Travis wasn’t all that surprised. Had the shots stopped it from being worse, or was Chris not in the mood to kill or maim?

‘Fuck,’ he cursed, not allowing his thoughts to stray too far from the moaning figure of his brother’s transformed state. Chris didn’t move. ‘Sorry.’

Travis cautiously turned his attention towards the young man. He didn’t want to tuck his gun away again, but he didn’t have another choice if he was going to get him out of there. He grabbed him under the arms and hauled him up the steps.

He would have to do something about the young couple. He couldn’t kill them, couldn’t even just leave them somewhere because what would happen if Silas found them? Or Chris if the storm shelter lock was busted? What if the boy turned? No, he’d have to make sure there was no way they could come to harm or harm others. 

In the morning, he could figure out what to do. For now, he just needed to get them to the station. To make sure the car wasn’t there for Chris to see before he could figure out what his next move was. 

‘Fuck,’ Travis cursed again. It was going to be a long night, and it was only really just beginning for him.

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Hannah Washington #1 Preview

Sam huffed out a laugh. ‘I swear, I get one more parent ask about the food for a Christmas party, I’m telling them there’s vodka.’

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