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Love. It had always been a human weakness, a snivelling, pathetic little feeling that crawled up and made its horrid little nest in their hearts. It made them bond with others, made them look out for each other, even when it really just should've been everyone for themselves. But no, humans had linked hands and sung Kumbaya, and then civilizations were built, packed to the brim with millions and millions of these pathetic creatures. It was the only thing the Mind Flayer could find that really set them apart from the other loathsome species that roamed the planet it itched to take over. They helped each other. Most of the other species did not. And even though it was quite a weakness—people cried when their friends and family members died, and pieces of their hearts died with them (the Mind Flayer knew as much for the girl)—it was almost impressive. If it wasn't so irritating.
The girl had escaped the first time the Mind Flayer had attempted to bring her back home, so, when the Hargrove had spotted her flickering image in the mall, it had tried a different method. It used the pathetic love it knew that she possessed and tried to turn it against her. It showed how everyone in her life had turned against her, how those she cared about would leave her in the end. It had tried to remind her of who she was, and who she'd always be, but then they had to get in the way, and turn the Mind Flayer's own images against it. She'd been reminded of her feeble little family and friends, along with that boy she thought herself in love with. And then, and then, she'd wrenched herself out of their grasp yet again.
The Mind Flayer was beginning to think she wasn't worth the trouble. She might have been a mere flea, but she was a clever one, one that seemed determined to burrow deeper and deeper into its back without detection. So, using the vessel of the Hargrove boy—the only one left—the Mind Flayer finally decided to forget about her, at least, until she came back. Right now, the other girl, the gate-closing one, the powerful one, needed to die. And die she would.
Billy heaved her down onto the ground in the food court, where she continued to lay unconscious, blood glistening on her forehead from the blow he'd given her. The three others were back in the hallway, but it was clear they wouldn't be waking up for a while—if they woke up at all. Their fragile shells had burst within seconds (although one boy had taken a little while longer), and now they were all down for the count.
