Daughter of Pennywise

Food From Fear

Eventually, we all go our own way, I got back home to find mom by the window, obviously watching me from afar. I rolled my eyes at her sheepish smile.

"How was your night?" I shrugged. "It was fine, Jasper and I hung out with some new fans." She smiled mischievously. "I see. Who's the boy you were talking to?" Of course she cuts to that. "His name's George, friends call him Georgie, he has a stammering problem." She froze.

"Did you say stammering problem?" I instantly noticed her sudden change. "Yeah, why?" "There was..." She ran her finger through her hair. "Mom?" She jumped slightly, as if just noticing me there.

"It's nothing. Must be my imagination." I looked at her carefully. "O-kay, I'll be in my room." "Get to sleep as soon as possible." I stepped onto the first step before remembering something.

"Mom?" "Yes Candy?" I drew in a careful breath. "Who's my father?" Even without looking, I knew she's gone completely still. I turned around.

"I'd like to know, please. You...never told me, never." She sighed, hands carefully gripping the front of the sink.

"I can't tell you. You won't believe me." "I found out when I was six that fear fed me like a baby drinks from it's mother's breast, I think I can believe who my dad is." She doesn't say anything, raising her head to look back out on the starry night. About a minute goes by before I realize she's not gonna stay anything and I stomp up the stairs.

~

I remember the first time I fed off fear like it was only yesterday; It was just after school, I was six as I already mentioned and I was going along doing my own thing when my classmate bully, Alexandra, pulled me down. Her friends surrounded me in a tight ring and that's when the beatings began.

As a kid I was regarded as the weird one, the one who scared others away like the plague. So when the fists started falling, it didn't surprise me all that much when I started laughing. What did surprise me was the unimaginable sense of victory I felt when I could really feel their fear. I lost control of my soon to be natural urges and changed to my monster self.

"That's it," I snarled, standing effortlessly to my feet, "let go. Be afraid." They backed away from me cautiously as I continued to grin. "You all taste so much better when you're afraid."

That's when attempted to run, they didn't make it.

Soon as mom found out we moved from New York City to a small town called Derry, located in Maine. Mom said the reason we moved here was not just because my feedings would go less noticed then in big cites but it's where mom met dad.

As the flashback finished, I took a moment to really consider something that had never really crossed my mind; how my parents met. That's something for the books. I thought, drumming my fingers on the window as I looked out towards the sewers, my safe place, my sanctuary.

~

I hadn't gone to the sewers in several years, you could say I had outgrown it. But for the first time since childhood I found myself in the dark tunnels I knew so well. The steady drip drip drip of the filthy water and the echo of every sound calmed me in a way I forgot existed. As I sat at the main pipe, legs dangling in the smelly water, I couldn't help considering everything that had happened to me that night.

What an interesting adventure this is gonna be. I thought, gently stroking the hairy back of the tarantula sitting on my leg.