five | the clubhouse

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"I'm sorry." Beverly murmured as she sat herself down on the sofa, tears streaming down her face. You sat down beside her, rubbing her back comfortingly. She leaned into your touch.

"You should be! Why didn't you tell us?" Richie exclaimed, rubbing his face with his hand. You sent him a glare. 

"C-cut her some slack. It's a p-pretty fucked up thing to just drop on s-somebody." You warned, and Richie simply looked down at the ground.

"Okay, so what do you mean that you've seen all of us die? That's fucking crazy!" Eddie was pacing back and forth again, ignoring you and Richie's bickering.

Bev wiped a few tears away from her eyes. "Every night since Derry, I get these... Nightmares. People in pain, people dying. People..."

"Alright, so you have nightmares. I have nightmares. Everyone has fucking nightmares. But that doesn't mean your visions are true!"

Bev seemed to get choked up for a moment. She looked up at the four of you, wearing a teary expression that broke your heart.

"I've seen every single one of us-" 

"You've seen every single one of us what?" A familiar voice interrupted, and when you turned, you saw Bill and Mike standing at the doorway. Bill saw Bev's tearful expression, and walked up to the two of you, sitting on the other side of her. His concerned expression for her made the jealousy inside you flare up again.

"At the place Stanley wound up." Bev choked, looking into his eyes. "That's how we end."

Bill moved to look at your terrified expression, and his concerned face seemed to grow as he examined you.

"Okay, so why aren't the rest of us seeing that shit?" Richie asked. "Like, what makes her so different?"

The whole room went silent as Bill stood up and began pacing the room, thinking. 

"The deadlights." Mike answered. You froze at the unfamiliar name.

"The deadlights." Bill repeated. "She was the only one of us who looked into the deadlights that day."

You got choked up for a minute, remembering Bev's glazed over eyes and the rest of the events that took place that fateful day. Mostly the fire. The burn mark on your stomach began stinging, and you winced.

"We were all touched by It, and it changed us. Deep down inside us, like a virus. A virus." Mike started explaining, and his confusing words reminded you of a mad man. "That virus has been growing inside of us for 27 years. It only got to Stan first because-"

"He was the weakest." Richie finished for him. Eddie threw his hands up in the air dramatically. 

"Jesus Christ, Rich." 

You heard footsteps approach you from behind, before Bill rested his hands on your shoulders.

"Just saying what everyone else was thinking, don't hate me."

"Just- listen guys. What Beverly sees, it will come to pass. It's what will happen to all of us, eventually." Mike explained, and you felt yourself tense up. When you stole a glance at the redhead beside you, she was smoking another cigarette, and tears were streaming down her face. "Unless we stop it, we'll all die."

"Oh god." You muttered, rubbing your eyes with your hands.

"And how the fuck are we supposed to do that?" Eddie snapped from where he was continuing to pace back and forth.

"The ritual of Chud." Mike answered casually, and you just stared up at him, with furrowed eyebrows. "The Shokopiwah. The first ones who fought It, they have a saying- "All living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit."

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