Smitten by the Flower {Eddie Kaspbrak} [1]

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3rd Person POV

The group of teens walked towards the sound of their friend's voice. As they stood behind him, they all took in the sight of little Georgie Denbrough.

Silently, all of their hearts broke for Bill. His arm was gone, and it was hard to tell what was real or fake at this point.

"I-I love you t-too, Georgie..." Bill says, stuttering in pure sadness. "...but you're not my Georgie."

Ally turns away from the scene as Bill raises the bolt gun to the small boy's head. Her heart ached for Bill, and even though she knew Georgie was gone, she secretly hoped he wasn't. For Bill's sake.

A loud bang indicates that Bill pulls the trigger of the bolt gun. Little Georgie makes a face of despair. The small boy falls back, and everything is still.

When nothing happens, everyone questions if maybe Bill made a mistake.

Bill let's out a small sob, and steps back. Tears stride down his cheeks at the sight. Even if it wasn't real, he technically just shot his brother in the head. Before any of the losers can pull Bill into a hug, Georgie's body heaves in a breath. The teens jump in fear at the sudden noise, glancing towards where the body lays. It begins to stretch out and become disoriented.

He changes and changes until he is no longer Georgie Denbrough, until he is returned to a monstrous clown.

Ally moves forward and pulls Bill back.

"That wasn't real enough for you, Billy?!" The clown cries, stepping forward. "It was real enough for Georgie!" He wails, before hurling himself towards them.

"W-We aren't a-afraid of you!" Bill growls back, causing the monster to freeze. "Bev w-wasn't either. And that's why y-you couldn't k-kill her."

Thinking fast, the clown pulls him into a choke hold, causing the losers to leap forward.

"Don't move!" The clown threatens, arm around Bill. They reluctantly listen, glaring at him. "Give me Bill, a-and I'll let you all live! I'll let take him...and go into my long rest. I'll leave you all to grow, and thrive, and become adults." He wages with the teens.

"Just g-go!" Bill shouts, causing the guilty teens to look towards him. "I dragged you all into this...n-now I should b-be the one t-to pay.."

"Listen to your leader, kids!" The clown chirps with an evil grin.

Bev shakes her head immediately, she wouldn't allow it. Not now, not ever. But before she can say anything, Richie steps forward. He sighs extremely dramatically, grasping everyone's attention.

"Ya know, I really hate you Bill." He mumbles, causing Pennywise to grin even wider. "All I wanted to do was have a normal summer, but you had to ONE, punch me in the face. TWO, make me walk in shitty water. THREE, take me to a goddamn crackhouse....

and now I'm gonna have to kill this fuckin' clown!"

With that, Richie picks up a bat thrown aside, and charges at the clown. He swings at him, causing him to let go of Bill.

"Welcome to the losers club, asshole!"

Everyone springs into action, grabbing onto the weapons they brought along before they came here.

Each of them take turns bashing at the monster as it shape-shifts over and over again. The clown does his best to provoke the teens fears, but they're pissed to say the least. Swing after swing causes him to slouch.

But he knows something no one else knows.

The clown dodges Bill's attack and heads straight towards Ally.

The girl prepares to fight back, but is brought to a stop at the sight of her father. Her eyes widen, and the wrench bar she holds in her hands, drops to the ground.

Suddenly, she can't move. She can't hear or feel anything around her. All she sees is her dad in front of her.

"P-Pa?" She whispers, reaching her hand out a little ways. Things were rushing through her mind so fastly it hurt.

It can only turn into his victims!

She thought, confusedly. Only then did she realize, that her father, Kade Flower, was a victim she couldn't save. Even if the girl claims she hated his guts, deep down she didn't. Deep down she cared about Cheryl and Kade Flower. Because they weren't always so bad.

A gasp erupts from her as a large pain shoots through her body. She falls to the ground, stinging like fire.

Everything around her is a bit of a blur, but at least she can hear everyone now. They're all screaming at her, and beating on the clown that ruined their summer. She sees them beat him into a small hole. He's no longer so scary, he's just a coward, and slowly he breaks away.

"H-He thrusts h-his fist—h-he—" The monster stutters, before completely disappearing.

A warm liquid running down her throat, distracts her from the scene.

Slowly, her hand reaches up to touch her neck. She is still laid back on the floor, so when she lifts her hand, the blood that coats her fingers drips back onto her cheek.

Am I bleeding?

Everything feels cold to her.