every 27 years ||

prologue -

Jamie sighs, rolling the blue frisbee around the hardwood floor of his bedroom that he'd recently been gifted for his birthday from his big sister Ashley.

he heard the creak of the floor behind him, and swung round, to see Ashley stood there in his doorframe, looking down at him.

"whats up, Junior? Why the long face?"
she frowns

"Dad says I can't use the frisbee indoors, says I'm gunna break something if I do, but I know I won't! I'm careful!" he says, pouting and sighing.

"yeah, well, don't let him get to ya', you can still play with it, just have to play with it outside, won't you?"

"well, i can go out and play with it now, then! come with me, will you? Please, Ashley!" he pleads with her

"hmm.. I dunno, Junior, it's pretty late.."

"more the reason for you to come with, mom might let me go more if you come. Please?"  he tries to persuade her

"its really late, and I have... homework," Ashley sighs, "look, you just go, ill cover for ya, and I promise, I'll play with the frisbee with you tomorrow, okay?"

"fine, okay."

"be careful, okay Jamie?"

"I told you, I'm always careful, "

she laughs and shakes her head, and hugs him goodbye.

The cold night wind pricked at Jamie's arms as he trailed along the streets of Derry, his mother was always hassling him to wear a coat, but he never listened. He continued down the streets, throwing and playing with his frisbee, he turned a corner, onto Neibolt Street.
Tossing the frisbee once more, and it was swallowed between the branches of a rather tall tree, way too tall for Jamie to reach up and grab, and he didn't fancy his chances if trying to climb it. "No! oh my god, no!"

"would you like me to get that for you?"

a cold shiver ran down Jamie's spine at the sudden voice, and a white, gloved hand reached towards the branches of the tree, and grabbed the frisbee, turning it upside down, then back up again, and then spun it around in his gloved hands, with a slight amused grin on his face.

"Nice frisbee, Jamie, I'm sure you want it back, don't you.."

Jamie gulped, and took a couple steps backwards, "how do..how do you know.."

"Oh, it says it on the frisbee, Jamie.. right here.." he whispers, pointing to where it was written in black marker with a single gloved finger.

"You're... you're a clown.." Jamie breathed out, like it wasn't obvious.

"Oh, yes, I'm pennywise, pennywise the dan-cing clown."

Jamie thought he must be hallucinating, that this must be a dream, and soon he'd wake up, right in his bed. but he knew it definitely felt real, and it was. the clowns white face, bright orange messy hair and yellow teeth, with a deep, blood-like red around his lips, that crept up right to above his yellow eyes.

"What are you doing out here, anyway?" Jamie asks, and he picks his skin around his fingers, a few of them beginning to bleed.

"Rebuilding my circus.. people destroyed it, because nobody wants to play with pennywise the clown anymore.. " the clown says, frowning slightly, yet his tone had some other layer to it, something sinister, manipulative..

"I- I should go.. its getting late and I.."

"Without your frisbee?" it said,  spinning it forward towards Jamie, a slight grin on his face. "Come on, take it you, you were so excited to play with it, Jamie.."

"I.."

the clown lowers its hand with the frisbee in it, eyes glaring at him, yet they was so empty, it wasn't smiling now, its mouth was open slightly, and a strand of saliva began to trickle down from its mouth, yet the clown didn't falter, and remained still, like a hunter, stalking its prey closely, ready to attack.

Jamie knew he should just go, leave and bid farewell to the clown, and hurry on home before his mother became suspicious, his sister was probably already worried, and his father would ground him for the whole of summer if he found out he was out so late- especially without asking. Jamie's young, innocent heart was beating rapidly, drowning in fear.

he found himself running, the only thing Jamie could think to do now. But Jamie wasn't always so careful- as he tripped over a raised curb. He cried out in pain, calling out for his sister to help him, he had always relyed on her through hard times, she was his rock, kept him grounded and always made sure he was safe.

he tried to get back up, but his leg throbbed, and he fell again, blood poured from his knee- he had caused himself a big wound.

taughting, laughter, all rang in his ears from right behind him, children, some young, just like him, others possibly older, like his sister, maybe even slightly older then her. he also heard the sinister, beast-like snarl, and Jamie was trying to hold back the tears, and he tried his best to get up and run, to escape- for his sister, his mother and father. but the clown was much faster than him, soon catching up to him, no matter how fast Jamie ran now, he knew he wasn't going to get out of this. he knew he was going to die, that it was all over. Jamie closed his eyes tightly, hoping it would make it happen quicker, maybe even less painful, perhaps- but deep down, he knew it wouldn't happen like that.

Jamie felt himself beginning to cry, the two gloved hands grabbed at his shoulders tightly, pinning him to the ground, Jamie didn't fight back, either. He knew there was no point now, that no matter what happened, he was going to die. The clowns teeth sank into him, tearing and eating at his flesh, ripping at it roughly.

The last thing he thought of was his mother, his father- and then his sister. and for the last time, he opened his eyes slowly, weakly, and saw his frisbee laid on the ground meer inches infront of him, and with the last of his fighting strength, he stretched his right arm out, dragging it forward across the ground with his fingertips, covered in his dried blood. it caused a slight scratching noise that hurt his ears as it draged across the ground- it probably only hurt so much due to the amount of pain he was already enduring from the clown- and he reached his other, left arm out, and held the frisbee as tight as he could in both hands, until what was left of his tiny body went warm and limp.