𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 // 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚

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he stood upon the large rock, overlooking the calm waters of the derry quarry.

it was a wonder the boy made it there.

after two trains, a taxi, and a "borrowed" motorcycle, he had finally arrived.

he pushed his hair back, and patted down his clothes.

he noticed a new rip right next to the neck of his worn-out red tee-shirt.

whatever, he thought, leaping from the rock and onto a trail of dark dirt.

he walked up the trail, frequently smashing and swatting at bugs nearing him.

he was a strange boy, not at all what you would expect as a runaway.

i mean, yes, he did have a good reason to escape indiana, but it was totally his fault.

you see, the boy wasn't just any boy.

he was patrick hockstetter.

and patrick hockstetter was indeed, a murderer.

except only he knew that.

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"i mean, he deserved it. right, vic?"

"in a way- yeah. he shouldn't have made a joke about that. but you kind of, uh, start it?" victor replied, shrugging and trying to not piss henry off.

"whatever. i don't need your opinion anyways."

henry sat down on a big rock.

belch and victor came and stood next to him, watching him as he cut the skin around his nails with his switchblade.

"henry- you should stop doing that." belch said, sighing in pity.

"yeah, it's a bad habit." victor added.

henry ignored them, he always did.

the boys watched the blood trickle out of the side of one of henry's fingers.

he closed his knife and stuck it in his back pocket, and wiped the blood off on his shirt.

finally. victor thought.

belch started to say something, but was interrupted by a startling noise out of henry.

"guys! look." henry whisper-yelled, pointing to the other side of the quarry, where a boy stood.

belch squinted.

"i don't recognize him." victor said with a confused tone, being hushed by henry.

"fresh meat." henry said, a sinister smile creeping onto his face, as he grabbed his friends by the arms and dragged them back up the trail.