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Lure it in. Trap the damn thing. Kill it with fire. Seemed like an easy enough task. She even made a joke to the clerk that they were monster hunting. But that should have given her the hint that none of this would be easy. She was too angry, she knew Jonathan was too terrified. She hadn’t handled the gun long enough. A few lucky shots at an unmoving target didn’t make her a marksman. And then Steve had to show up. And everything went to shit. Because the plan didn’t work. This thing could move through dimensions after all.
He may have been able to take Steve down earlier that day ( the anger that still swirled around him at those hateful words. Anger… and something else), but he never had an athletic bone in his body. He could run. He couldn’t fight. So he grabbed both of them and ran. But it didn’t work. Of course, it didn’t work. Both the bat and the lighter became absolutely useless. So they tried again. But this thing was smart enough to learn. And definitely stronger than Steve. He stared up at its gaping maw, absolutely terrified. Hoping that this was enough.
The lights started to blink again as he stood beside his car and he realized something. He couldn’t just leave them. They were going to DIE! And he was so glad he did. That thing had pinned Jonathan down and Nancy’s gun wasn’t doing shit. He grabbed the dropped bat (the one that Nancy was practising with yesterday) and swung. Hey, batter batter. It worked. The three of them stared at the burned spot on the hall carpet, now sans monster and a bear trap. A glance at the other two told him they were in just as much shock.