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"HONESTLY, HE HAD THIS COMING," AMELIA HUMMED as they all stood idly around in the sewer puddles, peering down at the arched corpse of the bully who had harassed them for too long.
"Shame I couldn't do it," Richie grumbled, hooking his thumbs into his worn shorts while nudging the point of his sneaker at Henry's firm arm. He blew out in exasperation soon after with a fall of his shoulders, displaying to his friends just how certain he was with those words. He had been the one to endure the brute of Henry's harassment.
"But, w-what i-if they look for h-him?" Bill inquired from somewhere behind her, his voice barely audible despite their close proximity, "H-His father i-is a police officer."
"He'll probably rejoice," Richie chuckled despite the solemn situation and a few of them eyed him with grimaces, "I would. Wouldn't all of you - after all that shit?"
"After all this is over I just might," Mike muttered and casually shrugged his shoulders, "Bowers was a dickhead."
"There's no word to properly describe him. He's way worse than any cuss," Amelia remarked, unquestionably miffed as she guided her eyes down at the pale body. Her lip curled up in disgust, jaw tensing ever so lightly - oh how true it was. Henry Bowers had been mistreating all of them since they were only in second grade, where he knew his older age and stark height contrast would be enough to make them cower. They had made a lot of dumb blunders in their time, but conceding him to harass them for as long as he did was the saddest out of all of them. So, to say she was content about him being dead now, was putting it quite lightly.
"Stan?" Bill's voice was abrupt as he cried out into the sewer, "S-Stan? Guys, w-where d-did he go?"
Amelia's gaze flew back towards the perturbed boy, the grimace on her face no longer holding as she too realized Stan's absence in the tiny area. 'Just stick by my side in there, Stan. Okay?' those words reverberated ever so briefly in her head as Bill still insisted Stan's name, and her stature slumped - he had just been behind her moments before. It didn't make sense. Why would he go venturing off on his own? It just didn't make sense.
"Stan!" she blurted out for the boy, yanking her head around the murky space as Bill and Ben gleamed their flashlights around every obscure corner. "Shit! Stan!"
"For fuck's sakes," Richie hissed yet his eyes were extending in size behind his coke-bottle glasses, "Stanley!"
"Stan?! Where are you?" Amelia screamed, apprehension casting over her face as she squinted through the shadows towards the tunnel directing further into the sewers. Her hand flew down to the softball bat that she had laid aside in the filth, not minding the grime that had washed over the smooth surface.
