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A different kind of understanding begins to expand in Will’s middle, disconcerting and terrible. Something that no person should feel, ever. Something that he feels regardless. A fucking certainty that being killed would be better than whatever comes next. Because the killer presses his knife to Will’s throat once more, fits it into his open wound in an act that could read as mockery, or a slow, torturous continuation, but when Will winces, nothing happens. The silence kills him, hurts him and revives him all in one toxic cycle. Then, the knife is pulled back… Sheathed again.
And the killer reaches for Will’s hands… slow… languid… the time’s on his side and the Byers house is not alive.
He grabs them. Laces their fingers and moves them above Will’s head. It stretches Will’s body off the stairs--
And in, the killer leans, and in a distorted voice, whispers--
“I can love you, Will.”
Thirteen vicious murders in Hawkins almost lead to a fourteenth. Will was supposed to die on that night. He interested the killer for reasons that are hardly as simple as they're made to seem, and the story of why Mike wants Will has its roots in what happens when love and obsession meet.