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rocks were flying everywhere, in every direction as the two sides battled out their bubbling rage. it was discovered eddie was quite a good shot, and so were the others and eventually mike had even joined in on the rock throwing that was far too intense then what it should've been.
bowers was knocked to the ground, his goons stumbling away in what must have been fear. the losers standing tall, chests heaving and nostrils flared. eddie pulled mike away from the scene, stan following after the boys and then bill and beverly.
"go blow your dad you mullet wearing asshole!" richie called out, putting up both of his middle fingers before staggering off after the group. eleanor stayed behind briefly, watching henry deal with his defeat.
her feet were already moving before she could stop herself and suddenly she was towering over bowers. "you disgust me." she started as he began crawling away. she pressed her foot upon his ankle, harsh enough to stop him from wiggling away.
"you come near me or my friends again, you're dead. you speak about me or my friends again, you're dead. got it?" she seethed with anger and he nodded. a sense of fear washing over him. with one last glance, she kicked him right in the stomach before walking off to find the group.
her own words simmering in her mind now. she was attached to these people, and that started to set in.
"thanks guys, but you shouldn't have done that. he'll be after you guys too now." mike said as they all trodded through the tall grass, eleanor quite a few feet behind them as she tried to recollect her thoughts and figure out what the hell was going on in her head.
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this chapter is really short, but i haven't published anything in a while and i remember saying there would be more updates. my apologies, i swear i'll try and get into publishing frequently soon! sincerely, -trashytacos
