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31 Days of Steddie Halloween Horror: Part 24

Published: 2023-10-24

Category: M/M

Rating: E

Chapters: 31/31

Words: 301

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Tags: Blood and Gore, Inspired by The Most Dangerous Game

Summary:

Day 24 Prompt: The Most Dangerous Game.

Steve mouths, stay close.

 

Eddie nods, shaky and jagged.

Author's Note

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The blindfold is torn off Steve’s face.

 

He’s at the opening to a thick forest, the pines tall and dark and frayed against the light of the setting sun. There’s a chill in the air, a warning of a night bitter and freezing.

 

The bindings around his wrists are next to go.

 

He doesn’t rub at them even though his skin is sore and likely red. He’s hungry, doesn’t know when he last ate. Just keeps his eyes trained on the masked man who moves away from him, a hulking figure. He goes to the person beside Steve, another man. Steve doesn’t look.

 

The man next to him takes off running, gasping sharply and laughing, hysterical. Steve watches him with sinking dread.

 

The man’s head explodes in a mist of red and bits of skull. He falls.

 

Steve’s ears ring. The shot didn’t come from ground level.

 

Steve turns then, looking at who he’s been brought out with.

 

And locks eyes with Eddie Munson the second his blindfold is removed.

 

He looks around the clearing, wild-eyed like an animal. He sees Steve, goes pale.

 

There’s more beyond Eddie, all gathered in a line and restrained only to be free to what? Stand here or get shot?

 

Steve scans the trees once again, turns his head to see what they’re lined up in front of. It’s reinforced concrete, a huge bay door. Looks like an old missile silo.

 

This isn’t like it normally is.

 

He turns back, sees Eddie’s eyes haven’t left him. They’re glassy with tears.

 

He’s terrified. Steve gets it.

 

No one else was ever supposed to be involved.

 

Steve mouths, stay close.

 

Eddie nods, shaky and jagged.

 

A horn bellows. 

 

And Steve moves, hears shots, hears Eddie on his heels.

 

He’ll keep them alive.

 

After all, he always wins.