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"HE SAID HE WAS BUILDING SOMETHING."
Eleven sat with her back leaning against the old sofa, the rest of the teens sat in a circle around her. Fresh tears stained her cheeks, her voice frail and wobbly as she recalled what Billy had told her in the void.
"That it was all for me."
From beside the teary-eyed girl, Cindy's head perked up. Her eyes were squinted as the gears in her brain turned, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"Building something..." Max piped up from behind Cindy, her eyes darting around as she though out loud, "-Is he talking about the flayed?"
"He must be." Nancy agreed, her hand resting nervously on the back of her neck.
"He's building an army." Cindy looked at Eleven, her eyes softening as she took notice of her wide, fragile eyes.
Lucas nodded, staring intently at the two girls. "-Just like we thought."
"Yeah, but he's not building this army to spread." Mike clarified, taking his worried eyes off of Cindy and letting them meet Lucas's.
Will nodded, his arms folded over his chest. "He's building it to stop Eleven."
Taking a deep breath, Cindy arose from her spot beside Eleven, beginning to pace the living room slowly.
"Last year, El closed the gate." Cindy spoke, her voice confident as her thoughts began to piece together. "And that probably made him really, utterly angry."
"Like, royally." Lucas agreed, his eyes following Cindy as she paced in front of him.
"The Mind Flayer knows that El is the only one who can stop him." Cindy stopped her pacing, her eyes shifting to meet Eleven's.
Mike's head shot up, his eyes meeting Cindy's as he spoke. "But, if she's out of the way..."
"Game over." Lucas stated, both Mike and Cindy nodding with him.
