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From:

heatmetal

[ fuck they should've kept the mattress there. Eddie hisses like a cat, grinding his teeth until his body stops ringing with pain. ]

Uh... Probably a busted hockey stick in my room.

From:

camarod

Fucking peg leg, [is muttered while he gets his ass up to look. Something sturdy, and - sure. A hockey stick'll do. He grabs some of Eddie's scattered clothes, tears through the shirts on his way back in. ]

This'll probably hurt like a bitch, [and crouches, aligns the stick to Eddie's calf and begins tying it tight. It's real weird up close: bone attached to foot and thing, tendons clinging lazily. he wonders if attaching someone else's meat to it might work. God. ]

I don't - I don't know how much you'll need to feed to fix this shit, man. One more? Ten?

From:

heatmetal

[ he's grabbing some of that scrap to scream into, breathing hard. His head tilts back - there's a sick pleasure to it, judging by the way he moans when it's finally settled.

... Can he kill ten people to fix it? ]

If it doesn't work after the next one it's not fucking worth it, man. I can - I can make due.

[ he isn't sure he can hunt. Honestly. Not someone outside of Jason fucking Carver. ]

... Your sister and stepmom live next door, by the way.

From:

camarod

Then we go to a hospital.

[Eddie's not been gone long enough to be dead-dead. Not like Billy. But, speaking of - ]

- What?

From:

heatmetal

Can't. I'll be arrested for murder on sight.

[ and now there's one to him. ]

After you... Vanished. Your old man threw them out.

From:

camarod

[There's a pause. A moment where Billy is maybe squeezing Eddie's leg too tight as he tries to compute. The way his face shifts, mouth sneering, utterly not shocked, so fucking angry. ]

He - ha. Fuck. [of course he did. ] You can't smack around a little girl like you can - like you can your own kid, I guess.

[he's so goddamn angry. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ he's about to protest when billy drops... That.

Eddie's mouth goes dry. ]

He's not gonna be laying another finger on you.

From:

camarod

He skip town?

[he's swallowing down hysteria. keeping it very cool. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ reaching down to grip his hand. ]

Still in the old place last I heard... It's on the market.

From:

camarod

Son of a bitch.

[He needs to - needs to think. Needs to get Eddie's leg fixed. Needs to tear through Neil Hargroves throat. Billy's not stupid, he just can't think while Eddie's blood is rushing through his ears.

(There's a fix so fucking simple, though. A loose thread that he can cannot, if he could just think.)

He squeezes Eddie's hand in kind. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ Eddie rubs a thumb across his knuckles, slow and sweet, licks his lips and careful considers their options. ]

You know...

[ a grounding squeeze. ]

It wouldn't be hard... To set him up. Take the fall for me. Give you an excuse to be alive again.

From:

camarod

[He makes a startled sound. ]

Yeah? [yeah, he wishes. Wishes.]

From:

heatmetal

Your old man isn't well liked around town. People... Know his type.

[ his stomach turns a little. Violent. Unpredictable. Bigoted. ]

He sets the mallfire. You don't die in it. He keeps you locked up, let's everyone think you're dead...

Maybe he thought I got wise, yeah? Or heads some rumor we were fucking - I'm the town queer, people know. So he shows up at the trailer. Takes - takes Chrissy Cunningham out - I bolt. He pursues. Takes out Patrick while they're tracking me for... For real shit reasons. And Jason sees too much so he goes too.

He gets caught. Or killed. And someone comes down because we're in the basement.

From:

camarod

[His breath hitches on the next exhale. It's - tempting. Near seductive. Near perfect, really. He wets his lips. ]

We'd just need some of Jason's blood. [Which they have, however much of it is being used by Eddie right now. ] I could call 911. Tell 'em I hit daddy over the head trying to escape.

[Phew. Okay. ]

From:

heatmetal

[ Eddie nods slowly. ]

Dead men tell no tales... And he... He fucked himself, man, rep is everything in this town. You're a golden boy coming out in the middle of a tragedy, the people will eat it up.

From:

camarod

I'd get everything.

[The house. The money. He swallows, and then swoops down, kisses Eddie desperately. Grateful; terrified. ] I'm - [He can face his dad. He can. He will. ] Yeah. Yeah ok.

From:

heatmetal

[ eddie scatters soft kisses across his cheeks, stroking thumbs along those lovely cheekbones. ]

He can't hurt you anymore, big boy. You've got superpowers.

From:

camarod

I've got teeth.

[There's hysteria bubbling again; a laugh, pressing his forehead to Eddie Munson. It's been less than a day, and he thinks yeah. Ride or die. ]

We gotta be smart about this.

From:

heatmetal

Yeah... Yeah.

[ Can't tell the kids. Can only explain after. He slides his arms around Billy's neck.

His mind is whirring. Pulling up what he remembers from his messy messy childhood. ]

I know a place we can crash while we get things together... We probably gotta bleed me a little. Make all this look fresh...

From:

camarod

Yeah. We're gonna need - a fridge. Somewhere real cold.

[He swallows; a little light headed. ] But yeah - okay.

From:

heatmetal

[ it's not reefer Rick's. That's out of bounds. But there's another buddy's place they can crash. Eddie kisses him once more and then gestures at him to stand. ]

We gotta go out my window... And we're gonna need to cover our faces. Borrow a car. This place is a little out of the way.

From:

camarod

You said Susans next door?

[This is workable. He stands, rubs his hands down his jeans. ] She's got all these scarves and shit. Car might take a minute.

From:

heatmetal

So long as nobodys there to see you...

[ bracing himself to try to stand. Hurts like a bitch but he's upright. ]

There's a guy a ways down from the park. Never home. Cars are usually unlocked.