**Say What You Mean Out Loud**

~ F O U R T E E N ~

Subjugation

Greyson Elliot ran into the bright and distracting room.
Her friends lined the perimeter of the cavern, some soaking wet with water, and some with blood.

All of them though, looked afraid.
And she knew why.
Just several feet across from her, Richie fucking Tozier was throwing rocks at the giant clown monster.

"Richie..." she muttered fearfully under her breath.
A senseless motion overcame her, one that she was used to.

The only thing she knew how to do.
Run.

"Yah! Let's dance!" He yelled, picking up another rock.
Grey was running at him full speed now.

She knew Pennywise would do something eventually. Attack or swing at him. Something.
She did not expect what happened next.

"Yippie ki yay, motherfu-"
Right as she began to shove him out the way, shield him from attack, she was frozen.

Her mind went blank.
All she could see... was death. Feel death.
Fear and suffering, and how everything was composed of it.
Like a cosmic ordinance.

Whereas Stan had made it to the opening of the tunnel, just as she had started to run after her friend.

"Grey!!" He shouted.
She collided with their friend, pushing him.
But they stopped.

Pennywise had caught them. In the fucking dead lights.
"Fuck, Grey!!"
"Richie!"

Their eyes were blank white and they were slack jawed with inhuman expression.
Richie started to drift up, followed closely by Grey, who was still holding his arm.

They all stared at their friends, floating in mid air.
Stan grew even more worried when her nose bled, drifting up into the air.
But felt better when he saw Richie's nose was bleeding too.

But now they were 25 feet in the air and looked like zombies.
"Fuck, what do I do, what do I do..." Stan muttered, looking around on the floor for something. Anything.

But then a loud, animalistic yell broke his thoughts.
He immediately thought Ben, but saw Eddie running out instead... with a spear.

"Beep, beep, motherfucker!!!!" He threw a long rod at the monster, hitting it right in the center of his hellish mouth.
It spit and gagged, the light of the cosmic rays cutting out.

Their two friends fell from the air, hitting the ground with a loud thud and landing on top of each other.
It fell backwards in disorientation, onto a sharp spike.

Grey coughed and hacked, feeling the pain in her legs more intensely now.
"Richie-" she coughed.
"Grey, you okay?"

They both didn't quite know what just happened, and their heads hurt.
But Eddie was there in a split second, standing over them.

"Grey... Richie! Rich, aw man I got him. I really did." He sounded so proud of himself.
Grey smiled at the two guys, who were staring at each other.

"You got him?" She sniffled, reaching her hand out.
Eddie took it, to help her up.
"I think I got him for real-"

SHNK!
Eddie flinched hard, and Beverly screamed.
Everything moved in slow motion for Grey.
Some small part in the back of her head registered the blood that splattered on her face and her clothes.