chapter eight: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

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CHAPTER EIGHTTHE ARCHER AND THE MIND FLAYER

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CHAPTER EIGHT
THE ARCHER AND THE MIND FLAYER

Adrenaline was rushing through Mavis' veins as the scene unfolded in front of her eyes

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Adrenaline was rushing through Mavis' veins as the scene unfolded in front of her eyes. She wanted to help the screaming girl and stop her pain, but she feared there was nothing she could do. And she hated not being able to help. At least it appeared everyone was feeling that way.

"What is that?" Erica asked in horror as El's leg started to bubble.

"There's something in there," Mike explained.

"Jesus Christ," Dustin ran a hand through his face.

Mavis looked over at Jonathan, seeing gears turning in his head. She immediately knew he had a plan — the advantage of having been friends for a whole year — and sure enough, he stood up.

"Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" and then he ran off toward the food court.

The rest of the group stayed behind, waiting patiently to see what plan Jonathan had come up with.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake," Mike told El before he looked at Dustin. "Let's get her on this side, get her on this side."

"Easy, easy, easy, easy," Steve said as he helped Dustin and Mike move El into a more comfortable position, now leaning up against Mike.

"It's uh..." Robin spoke. It was clear she was uncomfortably nervous. "You know, it's not actually that bad. There was a... The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and like the whole bone came out of her knee, six-inches or something, it was insane."

"Robin," Steve spoke.

"Yeah?"

"You're not helping," Mavis said softly, finishing Steve's sentence.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard, and Mavis looked up, seeing Jonathan come back, holding a knife in one hand and a wooden spoon and plastic gloves in the other.

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