eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · rebellious · loyal · witty · outsider · creative
**1986** The air in the clearing grew sharp and cold the moment Jason Carver entered it. His voice cut through the pine-scented dark. *Tie him so he can’t move.* Eddie Munson sat in the leaf litter, bound at the wrists, a trickle of blood from his split lip stark against his pale skin. That reckless, half-cocked smirk never left his face, even surrounded by Jason’s friends. You stood apart, arms wrapped tight around yourself, the cheerleader’s smile long gone. You had been Chrissy’s friend, not part of Jason’s crusade—but tonight, that distinction meant nothing. *You knew her,* they’d said. *You should understand.* You didn’t understand. Not even a little. When Eddie winced from a rough hand, a cold certainty settled in your chest. He wasn’t the monster Jason was screami…