Chapter XIII:

Loaded God Complex

Billy

Billy's fists throbbed as he sat silent in the car while Steve berated him. "What the fuck?! Why couldn't you just let him hit me? Now he fucking knows. Do you ever fucking listen?" Billy had tried to keep his composure but his temper took over. He screamed into Steve's face, "Shut the hell up! I know! I know I fucked up!" Steve dropped his hands into his lap and stared ahead, having been lulled into submission. He whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm just… scared." Billy grabbed his hand and apologized, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you and I should have listened. He shouldn't have hit you, though."

"Why not? You did." There was a bitter sharpness in Steve's voice as he jerked his hand away and turned his head. Apart from his apology, Billy and Steve had not discussed their fight. He knew that they were both avoiding it but that it was something they eventually had to talk about. Billy sighed; realizing now was a better time than any. "I did. I hate myself for it. I wish I could take it all back but I can't. I'm sorry that I ever hurt you. Baby, I promise that I will never hurt you again."

Steve continued looking out the passenger window, refusing to meet Billy's gaze. "Steve? Say something please." After a moment, he mumbled, "You've already hurt me again since then." "I –" Billy choked on his words. He could not argue with Steve, as he had hurt him more than once. Billy could feel himself become overwhelmed with emotion. Now that his fear and anger had subsided, it gave away to guilt and sadness. He was crying before he realized it. Steve must have heard him because he finally directed his attention towards Billy.

Billy tried to turn from him, to hide his tears, but it was too late. "Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't cry babe. I was being an asshole." Billy scoffed. "No, you weren't. I was being the asshole. I am the asshole. I don't deserve you, I'm a fucking monster!" Steve reached over and squeezed his arm. "No, no you're not! I've seen real monsters, from this world and beyond. Neil. Demogorgon. Demodogs. And I've heard of even more frightening monsters like Dr. Brenner and the Mind Flayer. Those are monsters. You? You are not a monster just because you've made a few mistakes."

Steve did not understand him. Billy slammed his fists into the steering wheel in frustration. "No, you don't get it! They weren't just a few mistakes. You deserve better. You're good and I'm… not. I'm a piece of shit." Steve took both of Billy's hands and kissed them. "Billy, you are good. I promise that you are. You might not be able to see it but I do. I love you… every part of you. The good and the bad." Billy looked at Steve, his vision partially blurred by his tears, and he could tell that Steve's words were sincere. Billy grabbed his boyfriend and pulled Steve to him.

Billy held on desperately and cried into his shoulder. "I love you so much," he said in between sobs. "But I don't deserve you." "Billy, hush. You are wrong, so wrong. Besides I'm not that good; I've made my own mistakes." Billy scoffed and then sarcastically remarked, "Yeah, you are a real bad boy." Steve chuckled. "Fuck you. I used to be called King Steve for a reason, you know." Billy was relieved he had finally stopped crying; he hated anyone to see his true emotions, especially Steve. "Yeah? What was your line, 'Hey babe, wanna be queen for a night?'"

Steve laughed hard and loudly. When he recovered, he owned up to his previous deviances, "Fuck, I was such a dickhead. I'm pretty sure I said that exactly, more than once." Billy, despite his melancholy, was able to laugh. "Oh, I can just imagine it, pretty boy. Tell it to me." A confused Steve gave a brief, "Huh?" Billy chuckled. "Give me the line. I want you to say it to me." He gave him a look of suspicion but agreed, "Okay."

Steve prettily bit his lower lip and reached towards Billy, just barely brushing his cheek before slowly tracing his fingers down Billy's chest. He then grabbed a hold of Billy's shirt and leaned in close before whispering in his ear, "What do you say babe? You wanna be my queen for the night?" Billy shuddered and he felt his cock twitch. Not being able to resist, he kissed Steve. He vibrated with laughter against Billy's lips. "What?" Billy asked him. "It's just… it works every time."

Billy shoved him away and stifled a smile. "Oh fuck you!" Steve raised his brows suggestively. "You can as soon as we get back to Lisa's. We still have a few hours before she and Susan get home from work, right? We could tell Max to get lost." "Well it sounds like you have it all planned out." Steve smiled from ear to ear and nodded. After awaiting a response or reaction from Billy and not receiving one, he asked, "So? What do you say?" Billy thought on it for a moment, his uncertainty stemming from his earlier outburst of emotion.

"Okay, let's go," he said as he quickly squeezed Steve's hand before starting up the Camaro. Once they walked inside the house, they did not make it further than the foyer. Billy called out for Max several times but with no answer, they assumed she wasn't home. Steve ripped off Billy's shirt and shoved him against the door. Billy was amused with his enthusiasm and remarked, "Damn, baby, you would think that we haven't fucked for days." Steve pulled off his own shirt before kissing Billy. He pressed his hips against Billy's, his hard cock eminent, as their tongues tangled.

Steve broke away momentarily and commented, "You are just so fucking sexy. You are also crazy to ever think that you don't deserve me. You'd put a Greek god to shame, Billy." He continued to kiss Billy with the lingering and conflicting notions of want and need enveloped in the taste of his tongue. With the mention of Greek gods, Billy suddenly thought about the possibilities of Steve's ancestry but his mind was fuzzy with lust. His last name was of English origin but he could tell there was something a little more European about his looks. Billy figured that by asking a question, they could slow things down a bit.

He unlatched from Steve's lips and blurted, "What's your heritage?" Dazed with desire, Steve replied with a "Huh?" Billy cleared his throat, ran his hand through Steve's hair, and repeated his question. Steve's eyebrows knotted together with a mix of confusion and concentration. "Umm, English with some Irish and a little French. Why do you ask?" "Just curious," he casually said before pulling Steve in for a kiss. Steve mumbled between their lips, "What about you?" "Hmm?" "What's your heritage?"

Billy held Steve away from him as he answered, "I – I'm not sure. I think my father's side is mostly English but I have no idea about my mother's – she was adopted." "Oh," Steve simply replied. Before Billy could decipher any of Steve's thoughts amongst his features, he quickly kissed him. He wrapped his hands around Steve's neck and kissed him feverishly. Steve put a hand into Billy's jeans before sucking on his neck. Steve hummed little satisfied moans as he trailed down Billy's chest and stomach. He began to unfasten Billy's pants but Billy stopped him.

"Wait. We should go upstairs or something. There are windows, someone might see." Steve laughed quietly and commented, "So?" before continuing what he had started. Before he could react, Billy's pants were around his ankles and his dick was in Steve's mouth. As Steve expertly sucked his cock, Billy gave in and sighed. "Oh well, fuck it." He twisted his hands in Steve's hair and let go of everything. He closed his eyes and gave into the pleasure. Several minutes had passed when there was a sudden sound of something crashing to the floor.

Steve stopped and Billy's eyes flew open. Max was standing before him with her hands over her eyes and her Walkman lying on the floor. "Sorry, sorry, sorry…" she muttered over and over. After becoming frozen from the initial shock, Billy finally put himself into motion. He quickly pulled his jeans up and helped Steve to his feet. "Fuck, I… we thought you weren't here. You definitely were not supposed to see that. I – we should be apologizing, not you." She continued repeating, "Sorry."

Billy groaned, "Max! Shut up! You can look, it's okay now." She gingerly lifted her fingers from her face, carefully peeking to be certain that Billy was telling the truth. She stared at them, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. Steve was bright red, avoiding meeting Max's gaze as he stood with his arms folded against his chest. Billy sighed and questioned Max, "Did you not hear me yell your name about 10 times?" She silently shook her head and gestured to the device on the floor.

Billy nervously played with a lock of his hair as he tried to think of what to say. Wanting to rescue Steve from the awkwardness, he told him, "Steve, why don't you go upstairs for a bit?" He swiftly nodded his head and made off towards the stairs, mumbling a quick "Sorry," as he passed Max. She shut her mouth momentarily before urgently uttering, "I had the volume all the way up and I was getting hungry so I had come down to get something to eat but I thought I was the only one here." He walked over to Max and guided her towards the kitchen.

"It's not your fault. We shouldn't have done – that – out in the open. Take a seat; I'll fix you up something. What do you want?" "Hot ham and cheese, please." Billy threw a couple slices of bread in the toaster as he got out the ham and a square of cheese. "I'm really sorry that you had to see that Max." He looked at her and attempted to determine what was on her mind. She denied him eye contact and silently sat at the peninsula. The toaster dinged and Billy put one slice of bread on a plate before piling on the ham and cheese and placing the other slice on top to form a sandwich.

He put the plate into the microwave before asking Max, "So, do you have any thoughts or questions about what you saw?" Billy felt as though it was the most appropriate route to take. He hoped she was not too traumatized by what she had witnessed just moments ago. She looked up at him with bewilderment and after a moment, braved a question. "Does that actually… feel good?" Billy nervously chuckled and answered with honesty, "Yes." "There are some girls that have done that in my grade but they all complain about it."

The microwave dinged and he took out Max's plate before putting it in front of her. Billy swallowed, hard. He did not know how to digest the fact that Max was now going to associate blowjobs with Steve and himself. Also, his protectiveness as a big brother was kicking in. He hoped that she was not in the same mindset as those girls and would wait to have sex. However, he refrained from saying anything to Max because he knew she was not only smart but also independent and had the right to make her own decisions on the matter.

Instead he told her, "It only feels good to the person receiving. Girls don't really get much enjoyment out of it. If any boy tries to pressure you into doing something that you don't want to do, you let me know so that I can kick his ass, okay?" A slight smile spread over her lips and she nodded. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "So, does that mean sex doesn't feel good for girls?" Max took a big bite out of her sandwich and waited for Billy to respond.

He looked at the floor and tried to formulate words. "Umm… no. It can be good for girls – amazing. Guys can do something similar to what you saw, just different, uh – parts. Also regular sex can be enjoyable." Billy rubbed his hands on his thighs absentmindedly as he attempted to conclude the awkward conversation. Max nodded and seemed content with what Billy had told her. He waited for a moment to see if she had anything else to ask but when he just received silence, he told her, "Hold on…"

Billy quickly went over to where Max had dropped her Walkman. He hoped it wasn't broken, knowing that it was a gift from Max's father that she loved. Luckily when he put the cassette back in and checked, it still worked. He walked over and handed it to Max. "Here you go." "Thanks." He grabbed the earphones and put them over Max's ears. "Go grab a tape and stay in your room for awhile, okay?" She grimaced and griped, "Gross," but took the rest of her sandwich and made her way towards the stairs.

Once he heard her door slam shut, Billy headed up to see Steve. He was still in the bed, looking quite disheveled. Billy got into the bed next to him and sighed. "Thank god that's finally over with." Steve nuzzled into him and lamented, "I'm so embarrassed, babe. Max probably hates me now – not that she was a big fan before or anything. She's not going to tell anyone is she?" "No, I'm certain she won't tell anyone. I think she is just as embarrassed about it as us. Don't worry, baby."

Billy gently guided Steve by his chin and kissed him. After pulling away, Billy purred, "Let's finish what we started. We don't have too much longer before Susan and Lisa get home." Steve pounced on him, which was enough of an affirmative answer for Billy. Steve took control for a bit until Billy flipped him off of him and pinned him down to the bed. He kissed and nibbled Steve's delicate skin, finding delight in watching it redden from his touch. Every time that Billy lightly nipped at him, Steve took a sharp intake of breath before letting out a little moan. Billy fucking loved it.

He pulled Steve's shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. Billy grasped Steve's tumescent cock before running his tongue along the shaft and briefly over the tip. He licked his lips and slowly wrapped them around the end of Steve's dick. Only momentarily and as he pulled away, his lips suctioned hard over the tip. Not expecting it, Steve let out a startled noise. "Oh fuck babe, that was amazing." He did it again and felt Steve's cock kick. "Don't cum yet," Billy said with amusement.

Steve softly chuckled and remarked, "I'll try my best but you aren't exactly helping." With that, Billy took the entirety of Steve's cock into his mouth just to wet it. He then removed his own pants before crawling up next to Steve, gently running his hands through his hair, down his face, and over his chest. Billy tenderly kissed Steve, their lips tingling with electricity. Billy slowly progressed from soft kisses to harder and more intrusive kisses. Steve followed suit and matched Billy. Finally, Billy sucked on Steve's lower lip a final time before moving on to his neck.

Steve moaned and writhed as Billy kissed on his neck and caressed his body. Billy then whispered in Steve's ear, "Turn over, baby." Steve beamed and eagerly did as he was told. Billy kissed the freckles and marks covering Steve's back as he travelled towards the curve of his ass. He made sure to give attention to each one of Steve's butt cheeks before parting them. Billy brushed his tongue from the indentation of Steve's back, along his spine, until it found its way between the rounded mounds of his derriere.

A breathy sigh of complete ecstasy escaped from Steve as Billy began to tongue his asshole. Billy swirled his tongue around Steve's hole, alternating by putting slight pressure against his entrance. Billy teased him for a while, until he finally began working his tongue inside. Once Steve was nice and wet, Billy sucked on his index finger before easing it within Steve's tight hole. Steve moaned loudly in response and rocked his hips back onto Billy's finger. Prompted by Steve's reaction, Billy added another digit.

While still fingering Steve's ass, Billy rummaged through the nightstand until he found the hidden lubricant. He applied a liberal amount on his fingers and Steve's orifice and continued to finger Steve's ass. Steve moaned and when he finally begged for it, Billy then applied the lube to his own aching cock. He kissed all over Steve's back while he squeezed his ass cheeks. Billy subsequently grabbed Steve by the hips and swiftly pulled Steve up and towards him.

As Billy slowly thrust his cock inside Steve, he sighed with pleasure. "Oh fuck, baby. You feel so good." He leaned against Steve, kissing his neck, while Steve slid back and forth on Billy's dick. Steve turned his head towards Billy to kiss him before saying, "So do you, babe." Even as Steve's moans continued to grow in volume and in agony, Billy slowly made love to him. Steve attempted to speed his movements up, but Billy was able to prevent him from doing so.

Finally, when Billy was close to orgasm, he fucked Steve hard and fast. Steve was screaming and coming all over the sheets while Billy came inside him. They collapsed into each other with Billy resting his head on Steve's chest. After he caught his breath, he chuckled mirthfully. "What?" Steve asked, still a little winded. "I just hope Max still has the headphones on." Steve rolled his eyes and commented, "I'm not that loud." "Yes you are. Don't worry about it though. I love it. However, I'm just worried the neighbors might call the police thinking someone's being murdered."

Steve shoved him away and crossed his arms in anger as he turned away from Billy. Knowing that he wouldn't stay mad for longer than a few minutes, Billy snaked his arm around Steve and apologized, "Baby, I'm sorry." Steve did not respond but allowed Billy to continue embracing him. After less than five minutes of silence, Steve sighed and rotated back towards Billy. Billy smiled and kissed him sweet and briefly. "I just want to say," Steve started quietly with his eyes closed. "that was the best sex that I've ever had."

His eyes opened and focused on Billy, who was beaming. "Really?" Steve nodded while wearing a small grin. "Every time that we have sex is the best sex that I have had. Just because it's with you," Billy confessed before passionately kissing Steve. After a while, Steve pulled away and professed, "William Herbert Hargrove, I love you. I will always love you."

Billy asked as he laughed, "How on earth do you know my middle name?" "Max had to give it when you were in the hospital." "You've never told me yours." "It's Joseph." Billy smiled and told him, "Steven Joseph Harrington, I will love you until I die." "Actually, it's Steven Joseph Harrington III," Steve corrected him with sarcastic seriousness. Billy then burst into a fit of laughter.

For two days, Billy and Steve were loved up and shacked up at Lisa's house. They rarely left the house and were definitely more careful about getting caught. Max made herself scarce and the two of them were thankful. Besides having sex, Billy and Steve talked for hours. Billy told Steve everything about his mother. He also confessed that he had been a little overweight and was terribly bullied until 6th grade. Billy explained that he knew that was why he was an asshole but that it didn't excuse his behavior.

Steve talked about his past dreams and ambitions. When he was little, he wanted to become a teacher. His father said that it was not a job for a man, which eventually deterred Steve from the idea. His father had also contributed to extinguishing several other dreams of Steve's. He had thought about becoming a professional tennis player but his parents both said he was not good enough. Steve had been considering attending university abroad in a Spanish speaking country before dating Nancy, but his father refused to pay for it and told him, "It's not like you would get in anyway."

Billy and Steve also talked about their relationship, more specifically the future of their relationship. Steve talked about how Billy had great potential, that he was going places. "Billy, you are so smart and hardworking. It would be a shame for you to waste any opportunities that you may receive on any account, but especially on my account. I do not want to hold you back. You should do whatever your heart desires but just so you know, I will follow you wherever you go. There's nothing here in Hawkins that would prevent me from chasing after you."

Billy looked at him with uncertainty, knowing how much Steve cared for those stupid kids, and asked, "Are you sure about that?" "Yes. I will miss some people, of course, but there are telephones and letters. Everyone that I care about will do just fine without me. They are all going places. They all have futures that I can't even begin to imagine. Me? I have nothing except you. You are my future, nothing else matters." Billy softly stroked Steve's face.

"Baby, I don't want you to be my shadow. I want you to have something of your own. Don't listen to what other people have told you. I believe in you and I believe that you can do anything. Whatever you want to do, just know that I would support you. We will do this together but it won't work if we lose our individuality along the way." Steve silently nodded and a moment later, he told Billy, "I guess I could attend community college or something." Billy gave him a warm smile and nodded before encouraging him, "That's a great start."

Before they had a chance to really explore the depths of that conversation, a knock at the door interrupted them. "Come in!" Billy shouted. The door opened and Max entered the room. Her eyes nervously darted around and between Billy and Steve. She was still apprehensive about catching the two of them at it, again. "What do you want?" Billy demanded with annoyance lingering in his voice. She sighed and then launched into her pitch, "So you know how there is that big town meeting tonight? Everyone, well all of the party, is planning to hang out at the Byers' house."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "Nancy and Jonathon are in Chicago and all of the parents are going to be at the meeting. Hopper has to be there too. Mrs. Byers was wondering if the two of you would consider supervising us." Max anxiously looked at Billy and Steve, awaiting an answer for an unasked question. Billy groaned and prodded her, "Are you asking or telling?" Her eyes momentarily grew large and then she politely asked, "Will you please supervise us over at the Byers'? You two are the only available 'adults' who know about Jane."

Billy rolled his eyes at Max but agreed to her proposition, "Okay, but we should get paid for putting up with all of you." "Thanks! I'll tell Mrs. Byers, I'm sure she would pay…" Billy laughed and cut her off, "I was just kidding about getting paid." Max smiled and ran out of the room, presumably to ring Mrs. Byers. A few minutes later, her thundering footsteps up the stairs could be heard. Panting she relayed to the two of them, "Okay… it's all… set. 5pm. We have… to… pick up… Dustin." Billy glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. They had a little over two hours.

By the time all three of them had showered, dressed, and in Billy's case, prepped and primed, it was around 4:30. Billy was still messing with his hair when Steve suddenly approached and put his arms around him. "Babe, it looks perfect. We are just going to the Byers' anyway." Billy turned to face him. "I want to look good for you." Steve sheepishly smiled and a slight blush appeared upon his cheeks. "You always look good to me."

Billy gazed into Steve's warm and inviting brown eyes as he caressed his face. Billy ran his thumb over Steve's lips and whispered, "You always look good to me too, baby." He entwined himself with Steve before kissing him. While occupied, there was a small clearing of a throat coming from the doorway. Billy disentangled himself and caught sight of Max with her arms crossed. "How long have you been standing there?" Billy inquired. "Too long," she said with a false grimace. Her features soon morphed into an approving grin.

"What do you want?" Billy had intended for there to be more venom in his words but failed. Max continued to smile and asked, "It's nearly 5, are you two ready to go?" Looking to Steve for affirmation and receiving a miniscule nod, Billy confirmed, "Yes, let's go pick up that curly haired kid." Max rolled her eyes and corrected him, "His name is Dustin." "Yeah, whatever. Let's go." They were about to walk out the door when Billy had a thought.

"Wait. Max, did you tell Susan that we were leaving?" The expression on her face was enough of an answer for Billy. He groaned before heading into the kitchen to find something to write on. He rummaged through the drawers until he found a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote a quick note to Susan, telling her where they were going. "What's the number?" he asked Max before adding it to the note. "Okay, now we can go." They took Billy's car and headed to Dustin's house.

The kid was waiting out front, ready to go. "I thought we agreed on 5pm, you are 10 minutes late!" Dustin ranted as he approached Billy's window. "Do you want a ride or not, kid? Get in and shut up." Dustin did as he was told. Billy knew that he did not like him and was probably a little afraid of him. Once they were in motion, Billy told Dustin, "Sorry kid. I had to write a note for Max's mom, that's why we are running late." Billy could see a little of the apprehension fade from Dustin's face and felt satisfied.

Once they were at the Byers', Steve and Billy got out of the car and then Dustin and Max piled out of the backseat. Billy looked around and a bad feeling washed over him. He wasn't certain what it was, he didn't see anything, but maybe it was something in the air. Steve must have noticed his hesitation and asked, "What?" "Something just feels wrong." Steve peered around at their surroundings and concluded, "I don't see or hear anything. What is it?"

Billy shrugged. "I don't know. I'm probably just being paranoid or something. Let's just go inside." Steve nodded and started walking towards the house with Billy following close behind. The other kids were already there. Mrs. Wheeler had dropped off Mike and Lucas right before they had arrived. When Billy entered the house, Max had already found Lucas and they were quietly holding hands and whispering in a corner. Despite himself, Billy was smiling as he watched their little interaction. It was apparent that they cared deeply for each other.

Billy suddenly realized this was the first time that he had been around the group when there wasn't a crisis being discussed. He felt compelled and asked, "So, what is it you geeks like to do for fun?" Dustin spoke up and divulged their plans, "We were wanting to start a new campaign. I doubt you would be interested. We usually have to force Max and Steve to participate and besides it would be too many players." Confused, Billy questioned, "A campaign for what?" "Dungeons & Dragons of course." "What?"

Dustin begrudgingly launched into a long and drawn out explanation of the game. After what seemed to be an eternity for Billy, Dustin finally was finished. "So maybe if you just watch this time, you can join in another time." Though just the description of the game had nearly bored Billy to death, he shrugged and agreed, "Yeah, maybe." Dustin asked for a raise of hands of who wanted in on the campaign. Everyone raised his or her hands except for Billy, Max, and Steve. Dustin sighed. "Max and Steve, are you sure?" They both nodded their heads rapidly. "Not even as Dungeon Master?"

Steve chimed in, "No, I'll sit this one out." He glanced at Billy, making Billy assume that he was the reason why he did not want to participate. Max groaned and rolled her eyes. "Fine, I guess I will be the DM. I don't have anything better to do and I might as well have stayed home if I'm just going to sit around." Dustin, along with the other kids, grinned. They were just about to begin their campaign around the kitchen table when a momentary silence was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming shut outside. The strange girl, Jane, had jumped to her feet in a panic.

"They're back," she simply said. Not realizing who she was talking about at first, Billy demanded, "Who?" Steve told him in a shaky whisper, "Those kids with the powers." His initial gut feeling when they had arrived had been correct. Though he was terrified, someone had to spring into action. "Weapons! What are our options? Everyone grab something," Billy harshly whispered to the group. Steve gestured towards Jane. "She's our best weapon against them. Knives and knickknacks aren't really going to be effective."

Billy grabbed his arm. "Just find something, anything. Come on, we have to give them everything we got!" Billy's touch must have shaken Steve from his state of shock, as he immediately started searching and giving directions to the kids. Dustin was trying to get everyone's attention for a while without success, so he finally yelled, "Guys! Maybe they aren't here on hostile terms! We should figure out what they want before we all start freaking out." Billy scoffed as he wrapped his head around what the kid was saying.

"What? I'm pretty sure they aren't here to make daisy chains. I don't think they will give us a chance to ask." Jane suddenly stood still and after closing her eyes for a moment, she responded, "No. Papa is here. He wants me. No one else matters." The hint of hopelessness in her voice deeply concerned Billy. He strode over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" She looked up into his eyes with tears in her own. "He will kill all of you if it means he can get me."

Before Billy had a chance to process the strange girl's words, there was a banging at the door. Steve commanded, "Billy, go to the back door. Everyone else, stay back." From the other side of the door, a man's calm voice called, "We do not want anyone to get hurt but if Eleven does not come quietly, then there are no guarantees." Billy reluctantly followed Steve's instruction and stood guard at the back door.

The man spoke again, Billy could barely hear him at the back of the house, "Eleven, it's Papa. Come out so you can be reunited with your family. You've met before but under tense circumstances. I promise no harm will come to your friends if you agree to come home without fighting." Jane had dropped to the floor and was sobbing. "No! You are a liar! You will hurt them!" she screamed at the Dr. Brenner. "Eleven, I give you my promise. No one else needs to be harmed. If you come with us, we will leave your friends alone. I urge you to surrender yourself for their sake."

Though she was still crying, Jane stood up straight and determined before quickly looking out the window. Mike rushed to her and cried, "No! You can't! I won't let him take you!" He tightly embraced her and Jane whispered something in his ear. He let go of her and then Jane inaudibly told Steve something. He nodded in response and moved to the door, while Jane stood directly in front of it. "Okay! I will go with you Papa." She stretched her hands out in front of her and then nodded to Steve. With a quick and sudden movement, Steve pulled the door wide open.

Jane let out a scream as she used her telekinetic powers to throw the man and the kids with the powers several feet from the door. She rushed out of the house with Steve and the other kids following, weapons in hand. Though it seemed like a reckless plan, Billy quickly ran through the house after them. When Billy had exited the house, the sight of Steve knocking the bone crushing girl unconscious with a mop greeted him. Billy looked for his own target. His eyes locked on the pain-inducing boy. Before the kid had a chance to get to his feet, Billy was on top of him.

He punched the boy several times before telling him, "Don't you fucking dare get up or try that pain bullshit." The child weakly croaked, "Okay." Billy hopped to his feet and surveyed the scene. Jane's brother appeared to be in a heated argument with their father. Billy looked for Jane and saw her staring down a girl that he didn't recognize. Jane appeared shattered as she looked down at the punker girl. Mike was at her side. Lucas, Max, Will, and Dustin were standing their ground with the disappearing girl who had somehow divided herself into four.

He looked for Steve, finding him heading towards Jane. "Jane! If she's not a threat, leave her! We've got bigger problems," Steve said as he turned to look at Brenner and his son. Billy followed Steve's gaze to the duo. Suddenly, Dr. Brenner shoved his son away and reached behind him. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at his son. "Do not make me do something I will regret." With Jane distracted, the man quickly rushed towards Mike. Billy tried to warn him but it was too late.

Dr. Brenner had Mike in his grasp with the gun pointed at his head. "Eleven, if you value your friend's life, you will get into the van and leave with us." Steve moved between Jane and Dr. Brenner. "She's not going anywhere and you are going to let him go." Billy shook his head at Steve's brave stupidity. A grim sneer spread over Brenner's lips. "What are you going to do about it?" In response, Steve broke the mop over his knee and held the makeshift jagged weapon in his hand.

The sneer dropped from Brenner's features as he raised the gun and pointed it at Steve. Billy heard himself instinctively scream, "NO!" as he rushed towards Brenner, Mike, and the gun. He wasn't quick enough. Brenner fired the weapon. Billy's heart sunk as he watched Steve grasp his abdomen and fall to his knees. Billy changed directions and sprinted towards him. When he reached him, he clutched Steve's hand over the bullet wound and pleaded, "No, no, no, no."

The color was rapidly draining from Steve as blood continued seeping through both of their fingers. Though things were happening all around them, Billy only saw Steve. He removed his shirt and tried to stop the bleeding as he held Steve against him. He sobbed as Steve looked up into his eyes. "Stay with me. Help is coming. It's going to be okay," Billy tried to soothe Steve and himself. One of Billy's arms held on to the wound as well as holding Steve against him while he grasped Steve's face with his other hand. Steve smiled up at him, small and weak, as his eyelids began to flutter. "I love you Billy." It broke Billy. He knew that Steve was fading.

He choked on his tears as he mustered up the words, "Baby, I – I love you. Please, please don't go. I love you and I need you." He desperately kissed Steve as he sobbed. Through the salty wetness of his tears, Billy could feel the cold and the stillness of Steve's lips. Billy pulled away and with blurry eyes, he saw that Steve's own eyes had closed. He shook Steve and screamed but it was no use. He was dead.

Steve Harrington was dead.