Phantasm 》It Chapter 2

Seven

My back was harshly pushed against the sewer walls. Pennywise held his hand around my throat, squeezing my windpipes. His eyes glowed as he glared daggers that sent shivers down my spine. If I wasn't carrying his child then he would have killed me.

"You have been a very naughty girl, Jenny," Pennywise sneered at me. A little bit of drool dropped down from the corner of its mouth. I took ragged breaths and tried not to stress out. But, how could I not stress out with a fucking clown's hand around my throat? Pennywise drew closer until he was in my face. "I told you not to interfere." A bit of his spit splattered on my face. "How dare you strike your husband?"

My stomach churned when he drew out husband. I wasn't sure if it was my hormones or its disgusting thought, but I was hit with a wave of nausea. "I'm not going to let you hurt my friends," I choked out before I let out a little cough that hurt my throat. "As long as I'm here, I'll make sure you don't lay a finger on them."

"As long as you're -" Pennywise looked at me as if I told the funniest joke in the world. He started to laugh that didn't sit right with me. The evil crackle that was behind it hinted what he was going to say wasn't going to be good. "You're not here. You're my wife, my plaything. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. You should be fucking grateful that I didn't let you go." He ran a free hand down my cheek. "I've been by your side since you were just a young child. I was willing to wait until you were old enough to bear mine." His eyes looked over my finger until his hand stopped on my stomach. "You're the one who promised to be with me forever."

"I was nine," I hissed.

"Then explain why your body reacted the way it did a few months ago," It smirked before letting go.

My body slid to the ground. The air felt hot as it went back into my lungs. I glared at the clown as it started to walk away. "That doesn't make us husband and wife. It just makes you a fucking sperm donor!"

I screamed when Pennywise ran toward me. His hands were up, so I closed my eyes and covered my stomach, assuming the worst. There was a loud clanking noise as I felt something cold on my ankle. Looking down, I saw my ankle was shackled to the ground with a long chain. Immediately, I grabbed the chain and started yanking on it. I heard a loud thud and saw the same large mirror in front of me. There was a festival going on and my eyes widened in terror as I watched Bill running around frantically. The image changed to the little boy from the Chinese restaurant running inside the funhouse. My breathing hitched when I realized he was the clown's next target.

"How are you going to save him when you're stuck here?" It mocked me. I grabbed the chain with my hands and kept yanking. Pennywise laughed at me again as it crouched next to me. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at the mirror. "You wanted to be there, right? Fine. But you're going to be trapped here and watch as I eat that little boy right in front of you." It leaned closer to my ear. Goosebumps rose across my skin as I felt his breath fanning my ear. "I want to see the look on your face when I devour his delicious flesh, knowing that there is nothing you could have done to save him."

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I kept shaking the chains. My eyes looking at the mirror now and again. Bill just entered the haunted house and is going through the whacky clowns swinging around, oh the irony. I got up on the floor and went over to the mirror. Thinking the mirror would let me through like the last time, I put my hand through but I only felt the cold hard glass.

"Bill!" I shouted as I banged my fist against the glass. Maybe he could hear me. Maybe there's a way to help him. He went through the hall of mirrors. "Billy!"

Bill walked around as the lights flickered. I kept banging my hand and calling is name, hoping he would hear me or even look up.  I saw the kid around the corner.

"Kid!" I yelled as I slammed the palm of my hand against the mirror. "Hey, kid!"

Suddenly, I was in front of Bill. He froze in place as his mouth opened slightly. "Jenny?"

I kept tapping the glass. "Bill!"

Bill ran over to me. "Jenny!" He crashed into the frame. His hands lay flat as he looked at me in confusion, with a slight panic. "You're not here. You're not here."

I don't know if he could hear me, but I kept nodding my head while shouting, "I'm here! I'm here!" I saw the kid moving from behind Bill, so I kept pounding on the mirror while pointing behind him. "Behind you. Billy, he's behind you!" Billy furrowed his brows before motioning behind him. I nodded vigorously. Bill turned around and followed my directions.

The chains on my ankles suddenly came off, which raised another panic in me. I kept using the mirrors to show Bill the way the kid went, not knowing the clown was following us.

It took a while until Bill caught up with the kid. I couldn't help but breathe happily as he tried to catch up with him. Yet, the hallway was getting smaller Bill had to squeeze himself through the small spaces.

"Come on, Billy," I chanted for him. 

Bill pulled himself out and saw the kid. "Kid," he groaned while chasing after him. He crashed into a mirror again. "Fuck." Bill moved away from the mirror before running down the corridor. "Kid? Hey! Hey!" He slammed into some invisible barrier.

"What the fuck?" I breathed. There is no mirror there, but that barrier is keeping Bill away from the kid.

The kid jumped as Bill held his cheek in pain. "Shit." He smiled at the kid in a way to not frighten him, but it was doing the exact opposite.

"What are you doing here?" the kid asked and then looked at me. "Who is she?"

My eyes widened in shock. "You can see me?" I asked. Billy turned to look at me, too. "Wait, you can hear me?"

"You're really here," Bill breathed as the kid nodded at my question.

I let out a happy laugh before it faltered. "You two have to get out of here, now." I looked at the kid. "Listen, you're in danger."

"He needs to stop following me!" the kid shouted.

"He's trying to save your life," I pleaded. "He's not going to hurt you."

Bill nodded. "Yeah, I'm not going to hurt you."

The glass behind the kid squeaked. The air in my lungs stopped for a moment when I saw Pennywise licking the glass that was behind the kid with a hungry look in his eyes.

"No," I breathed. I shook my head. "You don't have to do this. Please."

Pennywise continued licking the glass until he stood at his full height. The kid whimpered as he took a step closer to Bill but the two-way mirror stopped him.

Pennywise smacked his lips. "Ah."

"I'm here this time," Bill cried. "Just take me. Let me be with my sister."

The clown's lips formed an 'O' while he laughed. "Ah." His smile widened until he brought his head back and started smashing it against the glass. The kid gasped and jumped back to the corner. Pennywise kept grunting as he kept banging his head and it made me believe he would crack a skull.

I screamed as I kept slamming my fist against the mirror. "Leave him alone!" He ignored me. "Son of a bitch, don't take him!" Bill started shouting with me his own swear words. "I'm going to kill you, mother fucker!" 

Bill tried to break the two-way mirror as the kid screamed, "Help!"

Pennywise kept grunting as bits of the glass started to crack. Tears started to pour down my face as the clown didn't stop. "I'll make all the fucking kids you want, just leave them alone," I begged. Bill tried kicking the mirror this time. "Go to hell, you mother fucking clown!"

It stopped midway. The kid tried to grab Bill and Bill was trying to grab the kid. Pennywise looked at us. It smiled with its jagged razor-sharp teeth. The hungry look in his eyes became more menacing. Pennywise brought its head back one last time before smashing the mirror with its mouth open. It chomped on the kid's head in one go, blood splattering around us.

"No!" I screamed and punched the mirror one last time before it shattered.

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A/N: Next chapter will be in 3rd POV.