It Started With A Demodog
When Hargrove's fist collided with Steve's cheek, he lost his stance, fell back onto his ass, and ended up pulling the fridge door with him. Steve expected another punch, or a kick to the stomach. Everything was quiet—scary quiet. He blinked his eyes open, his head throbbing, as he looked up at Hargrove, who stood before him, his eyes wide and his chest undulating rapidly.
Then, Steve’s eyes trailed down to the Demodog, wrapped in the blanket that was now lying on the floor between his legs. Its mouth and body were all exposed. Steve’s breath hitched, and when he looked up, Hargrove was staring at him.
"Harrington," Hargrove said, his eyes darkening and his pupils blown wide in disbelief, "what the fuck is that?"
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A fight, a dead Demodog, and a story of how everyone's life changes the moment Billy Hargrove comes to the Byers' house on that fateful night.