sometimes the monsters live inside us too.
[summary inside]
it2017 | eddie kaspbrak x oc
i do not own the 'it' franchise. i only take
credibility for my origin...
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' ᴀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ.' ↙︎
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WITH A HEAVY HEART BEATING RAPIDLYthere was nothing that could get in the way of Verity's vengeance. A thought had crossed her mind for a brief moment. A thought that maybe she'd call her friends to help her, but she knew they'd laugh and not take her as seriously as she desired.
Verity breathed in profoundly, eyes narrowed as she skimmed the streets of the small town of Derry. "I'm going to fucking find you, Bowers," she gnarled under her breath.
Deliberately and effortlessly, Verity skidded her bike around a corner, her eyes locking on Henry who was leaned against his car near the park of Derry.
She tacitly leaned her bike against a bricked wall, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Even as she strode towards him, she still had no idea what she'd do. She figured a hard punch would do. At least a punch hard enough his nose would bleed. The possibility of it breaking wouldn't be too bad either.
Just as Henry began turning his head to look at the girl, her fist collided with his cheek, a loud belt cutting through the rather silent air. "Fuck you!" she bellowed as his head began turning slowly back to her, as if taunting the girl.
A chuckle left from his mouth as he rubbed the area beginning to lightly bruise on his cheek. Verity smiled proudly to herself as she eyed the reddish area. "You shouldn't have done that," he told her before he rose from his car.
Her eyes slightly reamed as she remembered just how much taller than her he was. "You shouldn't have killed my cat. You're fucking sick!" she angrily spat, hands resting on her hips.
"And I'm the sick one? You're crazy, Owens. I never killed your cat." He neared her and the rising of his fist was what caused Verity to languish running back to her bike, but he had caught her elbow, gripping it tightly as she yelped out.
"Let me go!" her voice strained as she screamed, her arms flailing around as she attempted to relentlessly hit him.
"We don't need small Henry's ever roaming this earth," Verity whispered mostly to herself before harshly lifting her knee between his thighs.
He dropped his grip on her arms, and she ran towards her bike, sparing him one last glare. "Shithead!" she yelled ultimately, pedaling away before he could have the chance to catch up to her.
Breathlessly, the pretentious girl stopped by the ice cream parlor. She set her bike outside, checking her watch and aware of the curfew. "Five o'clock," she whispered to herself with an assuring nod.
Walking in, the small bell above her rang, causing her to jump marginally. She groaned, earning a scowl from the man serving behind the counters.
"A vanilla cone, please," she ordered, feeling rather insignificant beside all the adults who would eye her boorishly, lifting their lips up slightly as if they were disgusted of her. Yet, the girl had done nothing.
