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Hawkins wasn’t the sort of town where people vanished.
Not until the night Steve Harrington pulled his BMW beside a skinny kid pedaling his bike in the dark and said, “Hey, Byers. Want a ride? Roads are creepy tonight.”
Will Byers blinked at him in surprise. Steve Harrington didn’t usually notice freshmen, much less offer them rides. But the woods were whispering, and the wind had a chill that didn’t belong in early November.
“…Okay,” Will said, climbing in.
Steve grinned, flicking the heater on. “See? Smart choice. It’s either this or freeze your butt off.”
Will laughed — a small sound, but real. And that alone made Steve’s chest warm. He liked making people feel safer. He didn’t know when that part of him had changed, but lately… he cared more. Paid more attention. Maybe he was growing up. Or maybe being around Nancy Wheeler was rubbing off on him.
For a while, the only sound in the car was the engine and the crinkle of small talk. Steve asked about school, about Jonathan, about Will’s drawing hobby he’d heard about from Nancy. Will, startled that Steve even knew who he was, opened up bit by bit.
And then—
The scream tore through the trees.
High-pitched. Inhuman. Wrong.
Steve slammed on the brakes. Will grabbed the dashboard.
“What was that?” Will whispered.
Steve stared into the tree line. “Someone’s hurt.”
He unbuckled.
Will’s eyes went wide. “You’re not going in there, right?”
“Hey, someone might need help.” Steve flashed a quick smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll check it out. Two minutes. Lock the doors.”
Will hesitated — he didn’t want to be alone — and Steve noticed. He opened the passenger door and leaned in.
“You can come with me. Just stay behind me, okay?”
Will swallowed. Steve Harrington wasn’t supposed to be like this — kind and brave and not at all how people talked about him. But right now, Steve looked like someone who couldn’t walk away if he tried.
“…Okay,” Will whispered.
Together, they stepped into the woods.
The deeper they went, the more wrong the night felt. The air was heavy. Still. Like holding its breath.
Steve kept his flashlight sweeping over branches and brush. Will stuck close behind, gripping the back of Steve’s jacket with one hand.
“Maybe it was an animal,” Will said, voice small.
“Yeah,” Steve lied. “Probably.”
Then the branches above them trembled.
Steve’s flashlight snapped upward.
Something unfolded itself from the branches — tall, pale, slick. Skin stretched over muscles that twitched independently. Will gasped, stumbling backward.
“What—what is that?” Will cried.
The monster tilted its head, sensing them. A long, wet, clicking sound escaped from its throat.
Steve didn’t think.
He moved.
“RUN!”
Will froze — and the creature lunged.
Steve tackled Will out of the way, shoving him so hard the boy rolled across the dirt.
“GO, WILL! GO!”
Will scrambled to his feet, heart slamming against his ribs. “Steve—!”
“RUN!”
Then the creature turned toward the louder heartbeat — Steve’s — and pounced.
Will ran. Tears streaming. He ran until his legs ached, until he found the road, until he reached home sobbing so hard Joyce Byers thought he’d been shot.
By the time anyone went back to the woods, Steve Harrington was gone.
Steve wasn’t sure how long he stayed conscious.
The monster’s claws dragged him through dirt and leaves. He kicked, punched, screamed, but its grip was iron.
It didn’t kill him.
No — it took him.
Into a nest of dark, pulsing walls. Into a place where the air tasted rotten and alive. He lay on the ground, gasping, bleeding from a dozen shallow cuts.
Then the monster leaned down.
Steve saw its face — no eyes, only that gaping maw.
“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t… don’t hurt anyone else.”
The creature chittered.
It bit him.
Agony exploded through his shoulder, spreading like fire under his skin. Something entered him — black, wet, alive — burrowing beneath the flesh, curling around bone, pulsing like it had a mind of its own.
Steve screamed. The sound echoed off walls that seemed to breathe.
The venom — the symbiote — settled inside him.
Everything went dark.
Will Byers told everyone what happened.
The Party believed him. Hopper believed him. Jonathan was ready to burn the woods down searching for the guy who saved his brother.
And Nancy Wheeler—
She cried harder than she expected. Harder than she wanted anyone to know.
Barb noticed.
“Why do you even care about Steve Harrington?”
“Are you hearing yourself, Nance?”
“Since when is he important to you?”
Nancy couldn’t answer.
But deep down, she knew.
Steve Harrington disappeared doing something selfless. Something brave. Something no one expected of him.
And that hurt more than it should have.
The kids searched every day. Jonathan stalked the woods at night alone. Nancy never stopped asking questions.
And through it all, Will repeated the same thing whenever someone asked:
“Steve saved my life.”
The Party began to speak of him like a hero.
A legend.
Someone who faced a monster and fought back.
They didn’t know that miles away, in a nest of living shadows, Steve Harrington was changing.
The symbiote pulsed in his veins like a second heartbeat.
Like it was waiting.
Growing.
Learning him.
He was not dead.
He was becoming something new.
Something powerful.
Something the monster never meant to create.
END OF CHAPTER ONE