Monday, June 25, 2018

"Seek" - Part Six



Part Six

            Hellboy had fallen into deep despair, having heard what had become of the only person able to pilot the Type-Z T.A.R.D.I.S. between dimensions.

            In his desperation, he paced all throughout the console room.

            The eyes of the Hawkins residents followed him, wondering how long he would go on. Even Dustin realized at one point, “Dude, you’ve paced back and forth over fifty times already.”

            “She doesn’t have her T.A.R.D.I.S. and she doesn’t have her sonic thingamajig,” Hellboy reflected. “How are we gonna save her?”

            He hardly noticed Eleven brisk past him, approaching the control console.

            She placed her hand on the alien machinery and the entire room marginally quaked around them. “We’re here,” she told the others.

            “Where?” Mike quizzically inquired.

            Hellboy should have remembered the inexplicable connection Eleven had to the T.A.R.D.I.S. She brought them to the dark dimension, which she referred as “The Upside Down,” with a simple touch.

            “Well, the hard part’s done,” Hellboy said. “The harder part is finding where Si and the kid are.” A shrewd grin manifested on the half-demon’s mug. “And I know just the thing.”

            “What’ve ya got?” Hopper asked him.

            “There’s this song Si sang all the time that annoyed the heck outta me,” Hellboy said. “Maybe we can use that.”

            Together with the Hawkins inhabitants, Hellboy rerouted the speakers within the console room to play the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” outside of the T.A.R.D.I.S. It broadcasted across the Upside Down, presumably alerting every possible living thing within a 100-mile radius to its location.

            “This is a really bad idea, man,” Lucas noted.

            “Yeah, it is,” Hellboy wholeheartedly agreed. “But it’s the only one I’ve got, so I’m goin’ with it.”

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            The spider entity was relentless.

            It repeatedly shook the foundation of the public library.

            Inside were Si and Will, both holding onto each other for dear life. Will would have considered it an esteemed pleasure to be hugging a girl as gorgeous as Si had his life not been in danger.

            Just when it seemed like the end for them, the entity stopped.

            “W-What’s going on?” Will questioned.

            Si wondered the same, right before they heard music – a familiar tune to Si’s ears.

            “The Spinners,” she acknowledged it. “That’s ‘I’ll Be Around’! That’s my song! My favorite song!”

            It was literally music to her ears, as it meant just what she imagined it to be:

            “They’ve found us! I don’t know how, but they did!”

            Will found it too good to be true. “How do you know for sure?”

            “Because there’s only one guy in the multiverse I know who hates that song.”

            “That thing’s still over us. How’re we supposed to get past it?”

            “It’s after me, Will, not you. I’ll buy you time by getting its attention.”

            “No! I can’t let you risk your life like that! Not for me!”

            “Yes, you will. Because yours matters way more than mine.”

            Will knew there was no changing this girl’s mind, so he went with her plan. While Si called to the entity’s attention, Will headed in the direction that the music blared from, which he figured to have been out in the woods. Sure enough, Si was right: the entity paid no mind to him as he ran away; instead, its focus was squarely on Si.



            “Alright, Daddy Long Legs,” Si addressed the entity. “It’s time for answers. How do you know so much about Time Lords? You’re looking at one of the only ones this side of the multiverse. So why the big interest, huh? I’m not the first you’ve encountered, am I?” She asked that last question in dreaded realization, hoping in both of her hearts that this gargantuan, smoky creature had not come across the likes of the Doctor or Aznavorian, her father.

            The entity did not speak (and Si had no reason to believe that it could).

            But it did communicate with her telepathically.

            A series of horrific images flashed in her mind.

            Terrified, she ran from the entity; surprisingly, it did not bother to pursue her.

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            Will knew he was heading in the right direction the louder the music got. Ahead of him, he saw something that looked like a giant VHS tape standing in the middle of the dark forest. His mother, brother, friends, and the chief of police stood around it, joined by a girl his age with a shaven head and a guy dressed like a demon bounty hunter.

            “Will,” Joyce joyously cheered, embracing her son along with Jonathan, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

            Hellboy didn’t see Si with him, which made the half-demon a little uneasy.

            “Hate to interrupt this happy reunion,” he said. “But where’s Si?”

            “She stayed behind, so that I could get away,” Will informed.

            What’re ya thinkin’, kid?!

            His Good Samaritan drawn, Hellboy rushed away to save Si; he hadn’t noticed how Eleven followed him close behind.

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            Si reached the forest when she heard a loud shriek.

            Her body froze, seeing the humanoid creature with the unusual flower-head of teeth advancing towards her fast. She tried to outrun it, but it unfortunately caught up with her, pinning her to the ground and intending on consuming her.

            “HEY, UGLY!!!”

            She was saved by Hellboy, who blasted the hideous monster with the Good Samaritan a few times to get its attention away from her.

            It worked all too well.

            The creature engaged in another round with the half-demon, who did everything in his power to defeat it. Once again, it exhibited itself as the mightier of the two, subduing Hellboy in seconds.

            “You’re really startin’ to tick me off,” he cursed his opponent.

            It appeared to have shared in the sentiment, roaring and spitting in Hellboy’s face.

            All of the sudden, it was flung off him and restrained by an invisible force.

            Recognizing this occurrence, Hellboy saw Eleven with her right arm outstretched towards the creature. Blood streamed out of her nose and eyes, clearly pushing her power beyond its limits.



            “Whaddya doin’, kid?!” Hellboy cried. “Stop before ya kill yourself!”

            Eleven did not stop. She pushed herself harder, screaming in agony as the creature dissolved into a thick mist in which she too vanished.

            Hellboy wasn’t sure what to make of what just happened.

            Eleven scarified herself to save him and Si.

            “Si!” he exclaimed, once he was reminded of the fallen Time Lady.

            She laid there on the ground, still and unconscious.

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            Moments later, she reawakened back in the console room of her T.A.R.D.I.S.

            “Will,” she gasped, her aquamarine eyes snapping open to see Hellboy hovering over her. “What happened? Is Will okay?”

            “The kid’s fine – a little shaken up but fine,” Hellboy told her. “He’s holdin’ up with his friends and family in the kitchen. We were just waitin’ for ya to wake up, so we can get outta this ‘Upside Down’ place.”

            “What about Eleven? I saw her with you before I zoned out.”

            Hellboy was reluctant to answer. “She, uh…She risked her life to stop that thing.”

            “Oh, no,” Si lamented. “Poor girl.”

            “Yeah. But at least we saved the day again. Eh, kid?”

            Si did not feel as victorious as her big, red companion. “There was another monster Will and I faced before you guys found us. It showed me a vision of countless worlds overtaken by the dark dimension. They’re seeking out each one, and Hawkins was the first on the list.”

            “Judgin’ by that unwaverin’ tone of yours, I’m guessin’ our business here isn’t as finished as I thought.”

            His Time Lady associate glared. “We’re only just getting started, H.B.”


THE END

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