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Day four of the Horror on Cherry Lane Challenge! Todayās prompt was Sunglasses!
Steve has a lot of secrets. Too many probably.
Most teenagersā secrets are things like sleeping with the wrong people, smoking the cheap shit the jocks pass out, broken curfews and failing grades. Heās got all of those too, but Steve's secret runs much deeper than that.
His is the kind of secret thatād have men in black suits coming to take him away, or at this point, more than a decade after letting him go in the first place, putting a bullet in the back of his skull and calling it a day before any trouble comes up.
Heās been stuck in Hawkins all his life. Been fed the knowledge about the world off a silver spoon he didnāt ask for. His first five years of life are well forgotten to shock therapy and to the lab, where they intended to use him and the rest of the kids like him as weapons. Pawns in their big game of life.
But Steve was different. He could turn his powers off, make them undetectable by the machines they hooked him up to. They thought he was just a failure, so after so long, they wiped his brain with their very own cocktail of drugs and just let him go. Adopted him out to a middle aged dink couple who wouldnāt run their mouths about where their little bundle of joy came from as long as their pockets were lined with enough hush money, and that was that.
It didnāt take long for them to realize though, that he wasnāt as normal as they had been convinced he was. Not even knowing he was doing anything wrong, little Stevie would have outbursts, or small tantrums as momma always tried to convince everyone who told her Steve was too much for her to handle.
These werenāt just normal crying fits though. Anyone who got near him would be just as sad or scared or frustrated as he was. A single sob from that boy had enough power to crack the foundations of the family home.
Most kids when they have a cranky morning will get on the nerves of their parents, but Steve could disrupt the whole neighborhood without even realizing it. And that was his power.
They didnāt have a name for it, really. The range of what he can do is too broad, too undefined by anything else. There was a telekinetic girl, a pyrokinetic heās pretty sure is dead now. But Steve was just special. Part of what made it so easy to go under their radar was this, but it also made him a risk.
The only reason he wasnāt immediately reported and given back to the bad men was the power this frail boy carried. It scared Ruthie and John, and they decided that theyād rather face the men at that lab again than a seven year old who could accidentally destroy them with his emotions.
So they kept him, and certainly kept their distance. They forced him into a little mold of how to behave properly and made him take pills to weaken his powers. They send him to behavioral therapy and make him act like heās not a failed government experiment. A fact which he only learned a couple of years ago after his pills worked a little too well at messing with his memory that he forgot to take them, and memories came flooding back.
For the same reasons, Steveās bored of being careful. Bored of following all the rules and being passive, just pretending heās like everyone else so mommy and daddy dearest are safe. He starts getting a little riskier, testing what he can do, since this is the first time heās ever really had control over his ability. He finds a link with other people and their emotions, something of an empathy power, but he doesnāt get far in his research, because his plan very quickly goes to shit when Billy Hargrove rolls into town.
Where to begin with Billy. That boy makes him feel all sorts of things he never even considered. The very first day he showed his unimpressed (but very impressive) face at Hawkins high, Steve cracks his windshield. Oops.
He was able to tap into that control and tone it down, but that reserve dwindled the more heās around Billy, and from there it just spirals. Bending the basketball hoop on accident, exploding light fixtures, giving everyone in the school headaches. It gets to the point where Steve has to come to terms with the fact that he had a crush on Billy, and that he has to do something to get it back under his control before somebody gets hurt.
That and he doesnāt want to get caught now. He just got back into the swing of using his powers before Billy interrupted his calm. Going back there, or whatever else might happen, is the last thing he wants for himself.
He settles for a pair of ray bans.
Itās stupid, but when Steve was still young and all but popping his mommas brains every single time he cried, she was desperate to find a way to get him to stop. She started to notice heād concentrate hard on one thing and another would happen, staring at a lamp until it shattered, looking into her face until her ears started to ring and pop. So she does what she can to break that subconscious focus. Puts a barrier between him and all that heās hurting. A plastic, race car themed barrier, but it does its job, and it worked every time until they got him on meds. So now that heās old enough not to just tear the damn things right off his face, he figures itās worth a shot.
Because nothing had made him this emotional, this out of control since the day he found out the truth about his past. Billy is special, and the very last thing he wants is to lose control and hurt him.
He still feels like a dope walking into the school with a pair of shades on. Everyone starts to stare in that way he tries not to let remind him of the lab and the doctors standing in circles around him, prodding and waiting for a reaction. Steve thinks wearing sunglass inside is the least weird thing to happen in the halls of a highschool if Tina can come in with a perm high enough to touch the ceiling, but whatever. Heāll get over it.
The fact that nothingās exploded from how on edge he is, mostly from wondering if his mommaās trick will work and not because of their judgement, is a very good sign.
Boldly, he decides to put it to the ultimate test, and approaches Billy.
In his head, heās so focused on just going to talk to Billy, he has nothing planned to say to him, but he thinks he wouldāve forgotten anyways, what with the lazy smile Billy flashes him when he notices him approaching.
Steveās gaze quickly darts past Billy to check for damage to anything, the racing in his chest from just a look like that typically enough to at least crack a window. Maybe heās not as confident about this as he thought, or maybe Billyās just really good at making him flustered.
Doesnāt matter, because heās at the other boys locker before he has time to process what heās doing, āLookinā for somethinā Harrington?ā
āOh, yeah, I was just checking for uh, my fans. Yeah, they follow me around everywhere, you know?ā Itās bullshit, and it sounds more than dumb coming out of Steveās mouth, but it makes Billy laugh, real low and raspy and thatās a win in his book.
āThat what the little disguise is for?ā Billy hums and taps his temple, clearly referring to the sun glasses perched on Steveās nose.
āOh these? No, I uh, wear these ācause of the uh.. because I wanna sleep in class and down want the teachers to know?ā His answer comes as more of a question than anything, so heās grateful when Billy seems to be more interested in his excuse than the subject at hand.
āPfft, yeah right. Iāve heard you sleepinā on the basketball bus. Aināt no way your snoring doesnāt get you caught before your eyes do.ā
Steve just waves him off, laughs with Billy even if his heart isnāt in it.
Billy closes his locker door, switching the subject as the scenery switches. Itās all a distraction to Steve, but he forces himself to look Billy in the face as the other boy asks him, āSeriously though dude, you okay? It aināt like you to switch up your look. Youāre not hiding anythinā under the shades are you?ā
āNah. Just been thinking, Iām not the King because Iām not cool anymore, right? So Iām tryinā to look a little more.. interesting.ā Steveās not a very quick or good liar, despite the military guarded secret that is himself and the little black number seven carved into his arm, and he can tell Billy doesnāt buy it.
Heās a good sport though, throwing an arm around Steveās shoulders and assuring him with a little jostle, āAw, Stevie, you're cool in my book. At least as long as you quit cominā up with reasons not to hang with me, yeah?ā
āYeah, I- alright. I can do that. Sorry for flaking so much though. Didnāt realize until you said something.ā
āSāCool. Just meet me at the quarry after dark and itāll make up for it.ā Billy offers, obviously trying to play up the coolness neither of them apparently actually have, and Steve canāt help but call him on it. āIt gets dark at like, four-thirty, five oāclock anymore?ā
āFine. Meet me at nine, pretty boy.ā Billy smirks, dropping his voice to add knowingly, āAnd lose the shades. I think youāre much more interesting without āem.ā
