A Mate's Rebirth

*Chapter 13: Sabotage*

Georgia was sitting out the front lawn, holding the missing child poster. A picture of her friend, Laurie Anne, is on the poster. She's been missing for a day. Georgia was told to stay home at all times since her father told her it's too dangerous to be outside. Georgia was more curious of how her friend got missing right after Valerie picked her up.

"Georgia?" A boy voice called from the driveway. Georgia looked up to see a boy with a skateboard. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine, Dean. Just...worried about Laurie Anne." Georgia said as Dean came up to her. "One minute after I went home, she was gone. Someone was watching."

"I'm sure they will find her." Dean assured her. "Derry is a small town."

"I hope she's okay..." Georgia said, folding the poster to keep.

"Me too. Hey, I was wondering...if you like to go to the festival with me later? My friend invited me and...I was wondering if you like to go with us." Dean asked.

"I went days ago." Georgia said. "But I do like to go again. I'll ask my mom." She was about to go to the front door, but Valerie walked out to water her plants. "Mom, can I go to the festival with Dean later today?" Valerie looked at her daughter.

"We already went to the festival, sweetie." She said. "I don't think it's a good idea to go back after what happened days ago."

"Mom, I'll be with them. We'll come back before it gets dark." Georgia pleaded. "Please?" Valerie remembered her husband's words. Georgia must not be alone after the murders and children have gone missing. She looked over at Dean who held the skateboard with one hand.

"Well...okay. Just stay with the group. I'll have your dad come get you before dark." Valerie said. Georgia smiled at her. "Don't talk to strangers while you're at the festival." Valerie informed her daughter.

"I know." Georgia grabbed her bike to follow Dean down the driveway. "I'll be back for my things, mom. Bye!" Valerie waved at her, watering her plants.
By the side of the house, Robert watches with a smirk. More children to play with. But first, he must deal with the Losers Club.

After splitting up, Stan went to the church of his. He remembered his Bar Mitzvah. And his speech about growing up is meaningful to him. But his parents were embarrassed by the fact he uses foul language after the speech.
Stan walked inside the empty building. Everything still looks the same. No one was around. Of course, it's only a weekday. Stan walked upstairs to find the office that used to be his father's. He walked inside the office and saw something on the wall he wished he never see again. The lady in the painting. Stan looked away, feeling the sting on his hand. His scar on the hand.

"Not again..." Stan whispered. "Not again." He remembered that day when he was putting the book back in this office, and the painting fell on the floor. After Stan puts it back up, the lady in the painting was gone. The fear of his came to life. The face wasn't normal. She grinned at him. Stan was so scared, he ran away screaming.

"You should've died, Stanley..." A voice spoke in the office. Stan whipped around, breathing heavily. "You cut your wrists. But you just had to be saved."

"...I'm not afraid of you." Stan spoke. "I had to come back for my friends."

"People make mistakes, Stanley..." A voice said. Stan turned around there was Robert smirking at him. Stan backed up. His back is against the bookshelf as Robert approaches. "I heard that my little girl saved you. She believes it isn't your time." Robert said.

"...Your daughter." Stan said. "She has good in her. Not you."

"Maybe so. But your time...is now." Robert growled. Before Stan could have a chance to run, Robert got a knife out and slit Stan's neck. A knife that once belonged to Henry Bowers. Blood pouring out like a waterfall. Stan couldn't speak, his hands shakenly went up, his eyes look at Robert whose eyes turn gold as he smells blood. Robert licked the blood off the knife. "Your fear was one of the best, Stanley." He chuckled. "The others will miss you." Stan sinks to the floor, bleeding to death. Robert turned away to leave. "But your friends will join you shortly." He said, shutting the door. Stan let out one last breath. He is gone. Nobody can save him now.