chapter fifteen

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9: 32 PM, JULY 4TH, 1985

              They walked out of the bathroom. Along with the others who had just finished their movies and tried to look normal and blended in. "Oh shit, it actually worked. Okay well, we just have to get on the bus with the rest of the plebes and home sweet home, here we come!" Dustin explain.

     "Uh, Dustin." Steve asked. "What?" Dustin replied. "Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house." Steve said. "Why?" Dustin asked concerned. "Well, I might've told them your full name." Steve said.

     "What is wrong with you!" Dustin whisper-yelled. "Dude, we were drugged." Steve said. "So?" Dustin said. "So, you resist, you tough it out, you tough it out like a man!" Dustin yelled. "Oh yeah, it's easy for you to say." Steve said, to the younger boy. "Uh, guys?" Y/n said, seeing the Russians again, grabbing Steve's waist and holding him from getting any closer.

     "Abort! Abort!" Dustin whisper-yelled, running back into the crowd. "Okay." Robin said, sliding down the midsection of the escalator, then dustin slid, Steve pushed Y/n. "Nono, you go ahead, just trust me. Hide!" She told Steve, hugging him quickly and sprinting to the other side of the mall on the second floor, Steve sighed nervously and slid down. He took Dustin and Robin to go hide behind a counter in the food court as the Russians scouted the area. Y/n made her way to where she was above the car, waiting for the perfect time. One of the Russians spotted them, and called the others over, getting together and making their way to the three.

     It was quiet, until Y/n shook the car with her powers, making them all jump and turn towards the car. They looked up to see Y/n, holding her hands out, Eleven and her group slowly approaching behind her. She lifted the car, throwing it over at the Russians, hitting and killing them, then crashed into the pizza place. The three raised from there spot, looking around, then all looking at Y/n and their friends. Blood dripped down as she smiled, lightly laughing as Steve did the same, making eye contact with her. Y/n quickly hugged everyone, then they made their way to the three on the lower level, they all rushed over and dustin laughed.

     "You flung that thing like a hot wheel!" Dustin said, quickly hugging her and going to his friends. "Oh my god." Steve mumbled, grabbing Y/n, holding her and swinging left to right, soon enough Robin joined. They let go, explaining who and what happened to each group, as everyone seemed to get caught up, Eleven collapsed to the floor, yelling in pain. They all circled her, Mike, Max and Y/n to be the first ones.

     "What- what's wrong?" Mike asked her, they soon checked her leg, unraveling the wrap and looking at the moving bump, groaning in disgusted. Eleven yelled as it moved around her leg. Jonathan quickly grabbed a pair of gloves, a wooden spoon and knife, quickly heating it up. As they group started to talk, until Jonathan came back.

      "Okay, alright El? This is gonna hurt like hell okay? I need you to stay really still. Here, you're gonna want to bite down on this, Okay?" Jonathan said, handing the wooden spoon as she put it into her mouth. He made an incision and tried to grab whatever it was in her leg. Eleven screamed and sobbed, Y/n saw that will was crying and she went behind him, holding him as he cried into her chest. It was one thing to see a friend get hurt, but it was another when you saw your own sibling get hurt.

      "No! Stop it! Stop! Stop!" Eleven screamed as he stopped, she sat up. "I can do it! I can do it!" Eleven made that clear, she was the one to take it out of herself. Eleven held her hand out above her leg and began using her powers, it was hard. Eleven screamed, Y/n was holding her younger brother will as he cried. Seeing her sister like this hurt her. The glass behind the group popped, Eleven finally got it out, then threw it over. Then seeing Jim, Joyce and another man. It all stopped once seeing the three, the emotions, the yelling, the nervousness.

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