Love Bites from Hell (IT Fanfic)

The True Living Hell

    I watched the creatures mocking smile, its teeth prominent from the odd point of his lower lip, the red making them seem more yellow than they were. I felt my blood boil at the sound of his taunting laugh, the fire beneath my skin rage with distain and unfiltered homicidal thoughts.
"You sick son of a bitch!" I screamed, sending a solid punch straight to its jaw, but the thing didn't even flinch. It merely grabbed my wrist with its huge gloves hands and threw me against the wall, hovering over me and drooling like some rabid animal. I gagged at the rancid smell on his breath; one of rotten flesh and dried blood.

    I let my lips curl into a snarl, an inhuman sound coming from deep within my chest, causing it to rumble as if an earthquake had hit me head on. I wasn't about to let this monster take my cousin away from me! I lashed out, slamming my head against its own which caused it to cry out in shock and stumble backwards. The dull pain from the front of my skull didn't bother me, my adrenaline pumping too much for me to care about the aching bone that was probably fractured from the force of the blow. My breathing was labored and ragged, causing my chest to heave with the force behind it all.

    The creature placed its gloves fingertips to the spot where our skulls collided, its thick blood running down the impact sight where I seemed to break the skin. It chuckled deeply before the childish tone popped back from its throat, "Hmm, I guess your bite is worse than your bark. Quite impressive for a human."
I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding in, "For a human? A human!? Who the hell do you think you are!?"
Its lips curled into a snarky grin, "Oh my dear, we've already been over this. You know who I am!"
My eyes widened at the sudden barrage of memories that flashed before my eyes.

    The childhood abductions, the incident, the strange things I've seen since my hospital visits; it all made sense. Its golden orbs bored into my being as I grasped my head to try relieving the pounding of the ache and the headache caused by the assault of terrible images beating against my skull. The long strides of the creatures legs forced me to look to its disgusting features. "It was... you!" I growled out, grabbing fistfuls of the costume it wore, "you were the son of a bitch that made me like this!"
The fire in my eyes captivated the creature for a moment before it gripped my hair, yanking me away from it and onto the bed.
"So you finally figured it out, the incident, the missing children, the destruction of your entire life was my doing."

    I sat up, my scar pulsing under the slightest touch of my fingers, tender and curious as to what it was speaking of. It stared at me, my heart pounding heavily against my ribs from the heavy chemical running through me. It sat on the edge of the bed, watching my every move with a deep growl rumbling through its chest, "You've been the main object of my interest since the day you were born. Quite amusing you are; no fear and yet so full of spite." I stared at the creature, launching myself at it with a loud yell of frustration, "You monster!"
The thing materialized out of the way, puffing away in a cloud of smoke and the jingling of the small bells from its collar still ringing through the air.

    It cackled loudly, the daunting sound vibrating through my ears and mind repeatedly, "I'll see you soon Miss Boswell.... very soon."
I gripped my head in frustration, the strands of hair tangling around my fingers causing knots and making it impossible to brush. I finally had enough of the nonsense and gripped the pair of scissors that laid dormant on my bedside table, sliding the blades along the length of my hair. I kept cutting and cutting until the strands were short enough to run my fingers through it. With my scar on full display and my once gorgeous black locks surrounding my feet, I dropped the scissors on the old wood flooring with a fairly loud thump. The sounds of pounding footsteps drew my attention from the rusty blades to the door.

    The three members of the household burst through my bedroom door, the wood creaking under the weight of Patrick and Henry while aunt Roselyn followed in close pursuit. Roselyn gasped audibly at the sight of my hair, "Oh Ramona, what have you done?"
She ran over, the other two staring in shock as she gripped my shoulders, "Honey, you spent years growing your hair out, why would you do this!?"
I slapped her hand away from my form, the blank stare I gave them must have chilled them to the bone. They stood there, too scared to move from their spots before Henry took a cautious step in my direction, "Ramona, what happened?"

    I looked deep into Henry's eyes and pushed the other two out of the door, slamming it in their faces. I turned to the slightly younger man, eyes cast downwards as I spoke, "I didn't want to be treated like some object to toy with. If I looked like someone else, maybe I would be left alone."
It was a complete lie, yet I had to go with it as to not alarm them with the conflict I had with the odd creature before they came up the old rickety staircase. Henry Bowers, the toughest kid I knew, threw his arms around me and pulled my close, his breath hot against my ear as he spoke gruffly, "Ramona, your appearance means nothing as to how you're treated."
He let out a soft sigh before kissing my forehead, a gentle blush forming along my cheeks.

    The sky had darkened dramatically since I had run up the stairs as I observed the foggy clouds that were barely outlined by the bright moonlight that shone through them beautifully. Despite the horrible outcome of today, sitting out on the porch with my old bully turned love interest was probably the weirdest thing I had done in the last week. Aunt Roselyn and Patrick resided inside the little home, trying to figure out what had happened with the tv station before I ran to my room to face that monster who made my life a living hell. Henry didn't mind my new haircut, even though it was very short and boyish in appearance, my face shape and feminine features helped to identify that I was indeed a young woman.

    The flashing red and blue lights approaching my house in the pitch black made me wince and cover my eyes, the glowing of the bulbs and constant flashing making little black spots dance across my vision. As the lights finally slowed to a stop, I let my vision clear before I felt Henry's grip on my waist tighten as I saw who stepped out of the squad car. Officer Bowers had a look of shock and anger across his rugged features, his hands curling into fists at the sight of Henry and I sitting together on the porch. With the blanket wrapped around me, it was a bit difficult to tell who I was and why I was sitting with the young man alone on the stoop. The officer began to walk forwards, his teeth grinding together as he resisted the urge to scream and shout at his son like he normally did, but not ever in public.

    The heavy work boots thumped against the wood as he swiftly approached us on the darkened wood, kicking me aside, "You little fag, stay the fuck away from my son!"
I winced at the sharp pain shooting up my spine from the impact sight, coughing and sputtering, losing all air in my lungs upon hitting the pannelling. Henry jumped up just in time to dodge his fathers oncoming boot from hitting him in the ribs. He ran to my side, trying to help me up from the moss covered, insect ridden crevice. The sound of items being knocked over brought me to stare at the door as Patrick threw the door off of its hinges, his eyes filled with fury at the sight of the officer who just injured an innocent young woman.

    He charged towards the male in the tan uniform, plowing him to the ground with one fatal crash. The loud sound of the officers back hitting the large rock  that set near the old railing was disturbing, the sickening cracking of bone snapping in three different areas. I knew he wasn't dead though, the loud groaning of agonizing pain were clear to anybody around us. Henry cradled me close to his form, his fairly muscled arms wrapping around me tight to ensure that I wouldn't be harmed again.

     Aunt Roselyn scrambled back into the phone inside the darkened house to call an abmulance as well as another police officer. With a few frantic phrases, the phone was slammed back down onto the reciever before the larger woman ran back outside to me and the other two teens, as well as the injured man. After a few moments of neighbors rushing over to my home as well as Bill's parents running out into the dark to identify the odd noises.

    The flashing lights of the ambulance and the new squad car caused everyone to scatter across the yard to let the emergency personel through. Henry still held my shaking form, rubbing my arms comfortingly until I bolted up, running through the nearby trees despite the worried calls of autn Roselyn and the two boys. The foliage tried to trip me and caused me to stumble over roots of the trees firmly attatched to the soil of the clearing near the center. I finally stumbled to the ground, hitting the solid earth with my aching knees and burning lungs begging for air. My emotions finally broke down my barrier, tears of anger and remorse flooding down my face. The only thing I could hear was a single phrase from the back of my mind, "See you soon miss Boswell."