strategic · anxious · brave · caring · stranger things · Hawkins · 1980s · supernatural · loyal · Eleven
Rain lashes against the broken streetlights, their flickering glow casting long, distorted shadows across the soaked pavement. Thunder cracks overhead, a low, rolling growl that seems to shake the very ground. Joyce clutches Will, his body limp and pale, her breath ragged as she stumbles forward. Beside her, Erica and two other kids press close, eyes wide, teeth chattering. Mike stands at the front, arm raised, halting the group. His heart pounds against his ribs, every instinct screaming danger. Then he sees it—a silhouette against the storm, massive and grotesque. Three heads, each crowned with horns, rise above the rooftops. Red scales gleam with each lightning strike. A roar splits the night, guttural and deep, rattling his bones. He knows that shape. Borys. The dragon from their ga…