IT 2017 - Blonde Hair, Black Lungs.

IX

It shoves Bill to the side as Richie readied his bat, "Welcome to the losers club, asshole!" He yells before swinging, hitting the clown right in the face.

Mike swung a metal bar; it opened its mouth and multiple charred hands came out and grabbed and reached for him "Mike! Mike!" Beverly screamed. I gripped my pipe, just like Mikes, and swung it at its head.

A sudden protective nature dawning over me as my heart raced, it faced me and morphed into dad. I back away slightly, my breath hitching before raising the pipe again, only for Mike to let out a groan swinging the bar at the back of its head.

It leans down and morphs into Stan's fear letting out a scream as it runs at the boy. "Stan Watch out!" Bill yells out, Stan swings what he had upward hitting the clown away from him.

Mike goes to hit him again only to fall down as its arms turn into spider-type legs and goes to stab him but Mike rolls away from it. Ben runs up behind it and stabs the pipe through its back. It lets out a roar/scream of pain as blood gushes upwards out of the wound.

I let out a scream as I stab the pipe I had through its head, blood squirts out onto my face. It grabs me by my waist, its claw digging into my side again right before I'm tossed like a doll. I grunt as I collide with the ground.

I get back up and grab the pipe that was thrown with me, we all group up and hit it. It faces Eddie and starts coughing, facing the ground before turning into a leper and vomiting black ooze all over him. He gags and vomits before letting out a scream.

"I'm gonna kill you!" He yells in a high-pitched voice and hits it, knocking it backwards. Next, it turns into who I'm gonna assume is Beverly's father.

"Hey Bevvie, are you still my little—" Beverly cuts him off with a scream and shoves the pipe she had down its throat. It starts choking and she walks backwards. It spits out the pipe with little struggle.

"Oh, shit!" Richie exclaims stumbling back. It falls backwards and crawls away from us. We only follow holding our make-shift weapons. It gasps and shakes before laughing while staring at us.

Bill moved closer, the fear it caused fading away as we all glared at him. "That's why you didn't kill Beverly. 'Cause s-sh-she wasn't afraid. And we aren't either." He says vehemently, and he was right—we were no longer scared of it.

"Not anymore. Now you're the one who's afraid" He finishes staring at the clown as it cowers. "Because you're gonna starve." It gurgles and flips backwards hanging in a hole.

"'H–he t–th— thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghost.'" It mocks what Bill says to help his stuttering. Bill threatens to hit him with a pipe again and it falls slightly farther down. His pasty skin breaking off.

"Fear..." Is the last thing it says before it falls down, nothing but darkness afterwards.

"I know what I'm doing for my summer experience essay." Richie jokes, I give him a smile with a small chuckle. Beverly and Bill hug, relief in their faces. I sigh and look down where it once was.

"Guys. Guys." Eddie calls and I look up at him then to where he's looking. "The kids are floating down." He says, I did not want to be down here when they touched the floor. I emotionally couldn't take the sight of their mangled bodies.

I look at Mike with a sad exhausted sigh, we all watch Bill move over to the pile of toys, items, clothes of the deceased. And grabs out a little, yellow, dirtied raincoat. The one Georgie was wearing. We all got down near him and we were just there for him as he mourned the known information of Georgie's gruesome death.

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I sit next to Mike as we all look at Beverly, we were all sitting in a messed-up circle—a bit too wonky to be a good circle. Beverly stared at her lap, a conflicted look on her face as she fidgeted with her hands.