Speak of the devil.
A maniacal laugh could be heard... if you were Stephen. It was echoing throughout his mind, total madness being held back just by pure will. He needed to stop himself from losing control. This would be bad if he did. Now that they were here-
Stephen's eyes widened as Dustin had pointed a handgun at him, though he wasn't sure what kind it was. He gulped as he waited for the stinging pain of a gunshot wound, but it never came. Instead, Elizabeth had stood in front of them.
"Elizabeth..." he whsipered, scared that they would do something rational and decide to shoot her.
Stephen felt chills as the pair glared angrily at him.
Those eyes! Those hateful eyes! I will rip them out of their sockets!
Stephen blinked, sweat running down his face. His hand went up to cover his face as he smiled widely, a light chuckle resonating from his throat.
They're all going to die! All of them! I will kill them a-
Stephen felt the warm, soft hand of Elizabeth's around his. He looked at her with an insane expression, but only saw love and affection, as he always has. Stephen slowly put his hand down and away from his face, becoming quiet. He was not going to screw this up.