Stranger Things : I m Steve Harrington Chapter 56 57: The Dart Argument

Steve

The breeding chamber was ash. Thirty-seven demo-dogs were corpses. The imdiate threat had been neutralized.

Which ant we didn't need Dart anymore.

I descended into the bunker's containnt level, Phase 3 senses cataloging everything—Dart's heartbeat in his cell, Dustin's breathing in the observation room, the faint chemical sll of lab equipnt.

"We need to talk about the creature," I said.

Dr. Owens looked up from his notes. "What about it?"

"The nest is destroyed. We don't need Dart for intelligence anymore. It's a liability."

"It's provided crucial tactical information—"

"Past tense. Provided. It's done its job." I approached the cell, watched Dart sleep. "Now it's just a monster we're keeping locked up. A monster connected to the Mind Flayer."

"Steve—" Dustin's voice ca from behind . I'd heard him approach, Phase 3 awareness catching his footsteps.

"It needs to be terminated."

"NO!" Dustin ran between and the cell. "You can't kill him!"

"It. Not him. It."

"Dart is different! He's helped us! He—"

"He ate your cat, Dustin. He's a demo-dog. His biology is designed to kill." My corruption pulsed, making my voice colder than intended. "The nest is gone. We don't need it anymore. Keeping it is dangerous and pointless."

Dustin's face flushed red. "You're just scared! You can't accept that sothing from the Upside Down might be good—"

"Nothing from the Upside Down is good."

"What about you?" His words hit like physical blow. "You're connected to it. Corrupted by it. Are you beyond saving too?"

The bunker went silent.

Dustin

I regretted the words imdiately. Steve's face—already cold from corruption—went completely blank. Inhuman.

"That was unfair," Dr. Owens said quietly. "Steve's situation—"

"Is exactly my point!" I gestured at Steve's corrupted torso. "He's connected to the Mind Flayer. Taking on its infection to save people. If he can fight it, why can't Dart?"

"Because I'm human. I have will, consciousness, choice." Steve's voice held no emotion. "Dart is a creature bred for one purpose. Killing."

"Except he's not killing! He's helping!"

"Or appearing to help. Long-term infiltration strategy."

"You've beco the monster," I said. "Not Dart. You look at everything through paranoia now. Can't see redemption because you're too busy losing yourself!"

Steve's corruption flared. For a second, his eyes went completely black. Then hazel returned, but sothing dark lingered behind them.

"Maybe I have," he said quietly. "But monsters protect people. That's what I do. And I won't risk you dying for a creature that shouldn't exist."

Dr. Owens

The tension threatened to explode. Steve was right—Dart was dangerous. But Dustin was also right—the creature had shown unprecedented autonomous behavior.

"I have a proposal," I said. "Scientific thod. We test whether Dart can resist direct hive commands."

"How?" Steve asked.

"We place Dart in controlled environnt with a Mind Flayer-infected individual. Under restraint, obviously. Have the infected person ntally command Dart to attack. If Dart obeys, we terminate. If he resists, we have proof of autonomy."

Steve considered this. Phase 3 processing calculating variables.

"Fine. But if it attacks anyone—even attempts to—I'm killing it imdiately."

"Fair."

We moved Tom Holloway—recently treated but still maintaining minor hive connection—into the testing chamber. Restrained, under observation. Dart's cage was wheeled in, Dustin staying close despite protests.

"Tom, can you sense the creature?" I asked through intercom.

Tom's eyes glazed slightly, accessing residual hive connection. "Yeah. It's... there. On the edge of the network."

"Can you command it?"

"I can try."

Dustin

Dart pressed against the cage bars, clicking curiously at Tom.

Tom's face contorted with concentration. His voice ca out wrong—layered, like multiple voices speaking simultaneously. "Co. Attack the boy. Kill him."

Dart's head swiveled toward .

My heart stopped.

The creature's face-petals opened. Teeth glead under fluorescent lights. Every muscle in his body tensed.

He's going to do it. The hive is controlling him.

Then Dart moved—not toward , but between and Tom. Positioned defensively, facing the infected human. His clicking changed pitch—aggressive, warning.

Protecting from the hive command.

"Fascinating," Dr. Owens breathed. "Tom, try again."

"KILL. THE. BOY." Tom's voice was pure Mind Flayer now, commanding.

Dart shrieked back, face-petals fully spread, refusing.

"It's resisting," Dr. Owens said. "Active resistance to direct hive commands. That's... unprecedented."

Steve watched, corruption pulsing. "Or it's more sophisticated deception than we thought."

"Steve, please—"

"El." Steve gestured. "Confirm."

Eleven

I placed my hand on Dart's cage, closed my eyes, reached out with my powers.

The hive mind pressed against my consciousness—vast, cold, coordinated. I felt the demo-dogs in remaining tunnels, the infected citizens, the Mind Flayer's massive presence.

And Dart. Connected but... separate. Like tributary branching from river, flowing his own direction.

"Not like others," I said, opening my eyes. "Chose Dustin. Fighting to stay chosen."

"See?" Dustin's relief was palpable. "He's different!"

Steve's expression remained skeptical. But he nodded slowly. "Fine. Dart lives. With conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Reinforced containnt. Ard guard present always. Instant termination if it shows aggression to anyone. And Dustin—" Steve grabbed his shoulder. "If it hurts you, if I have to kill it because it went feral, I'll never forgive myself. Understand?"

"He won't go feral."

"Promise you'll be careful anyway."

"I promise."

Steve

Watched Dustin feed Dart nougat through the cage bars later. The creature clicked happily, gentle with his teeth, careful not to bite the kid's fingers.

It looked like pet. Behaved like friend. Showed loyalty and affection.

And the Mind Flayer is ancient, patient, and strategic beyond human comprehension.

"You still don't trust him," Chrissy said, appearing beside .

"It. And no."

"Why not? Eleven confird—"

"Because I know what the Mind Flayer is capable of. Long-term planning, sophisticated manipulation, sacrificing pawns for strategic gains." I watched Dart accept another piece of candy. "If this is real autonomy, great. If it's infiltration, we've brought the threat inside our defenses."

"You can't save everyone by assuming the worst."

"Can't save anyone by assuming the best."

She squeezed my hand—warm against my corruption-cold skin. "Sotis you have to have faith."

"Faith gets people killed."

"Cynicism makes you lose yourself." She touched my corrupted chest. "You're already losing pieces. Don't lose the part that believes in redemption."

I wanted to believe. Wanted to trust that Dart was genuinely different, that sothing from the Upside Down could choose light over darkness.

But the Mind Flayer whispered: That one is mine. Patient. Waiting. When the ti cos, it will serve its purpose.

"Steve?" Dustin called. "Co say goodnight to Dart!"

I approached the cage. Dart looked up at , clicked curiously.

"You better be real," I told the creature. "Better not break his heart."

Dart tilted his head, clicked softly.

Please let be wrong, I thought. Please let this be one thing I saved instead of destroyed.

The Mind Flayer laughed in my head.

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