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God, did he look beautiful.
The thought flew through Mike's mind as he looked at Will, unable to tear his eyes away. Said boy wiped the blood dripping from his nose with the back of his hand. The fractured body of the demogorgon Will had destroyed with his mind only minutes ago lay in front of Mike.
Forcing himself to take a step forward, he rushed towards the brunette boy struggling to his feet. Grabbing his arm, he pulled Will off the ground and stared at him, eyes wide. His heart skipped a beat as Will's hazel eyes met his. “I–Will–That was amazing," he stammered. “You're really a sorcerer."
Will gave him a small smile, still wobbling on his feet. Joyce came running over from where Vecna had thrown her, staring at Will with an expression almost identical to Mike's. Simply shocked. The difference was, Mike stared at him the way he should have stared at El. The way you stared at someone you were in love with.
Mike, Will, and Joyce climbed back down the hole in the bathroom stall. Joyce, who had been hurt when being thrown by Vecna, had an arm around Will's shoulder. Mike led the way down the tunnel, glancing back to look at Will whenever he could.
The tunnels went far, but they finally stopped in front of the broken body of a demogorgan. Lucas was on the other side of it, leaned against the wall of the tunnel. He glanced up at them, taking in their scratched up faces and Will's bloodied nose.
Pushing himself off the wall, he stepped over the demogorgan to stand right in front of the others. "How the hell did that happen?" he asked. "Did El do that? Is she back from the upside down?"
Mike shook his head. "Lucas, we'll try to explain everything when we get back. I promise."
Clenching his jaw, he seemed to accept this answer, before his eyes widened as he looked at the group. "Where are the kids?"
Will spoke up, shifting his and his moms weight on his feet. "They're gone."
"Vecna got them."