Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Three: Run and Go

"Hold him."

"Leave me alone!"

"Hit him!"

"You won't escape!"

"Help!"

"Hold him!"

Their voices overlapped one another now, their words fading as they grew louder. The new kid was pushed against the bridge railing, the four older boys cornering him. Kit watched from beside the car, her eyebrows drawn together while she nibbled on the skin of her thumb. She could hear the terror in the kid's voice, hear his fear. He kept calling for help, yelling as loud as he could to no avail. She had caught his eye when Henry had dragged him out of the boot of the car. There was a silent pleading in his wide eyes, a look that made Kit think of puppies. But Patrick had hit him when he had caught him staring at her, and he hadn't looked her way since. 

Kit watched as the boys continued their roughhousing, walking towards them when she saw Patrick pull out his lighter and bug spray. She hated his obsession with fire. He thought it made him look cool, like one of those people who could breathe fire. She thought it was a waste of both bug spray and lighter fluid. She also found it quite childish, but he had assured her that only badass people did that kind of thing. She had rolled her eyes at that, but let the subject fall afterwards. 

"I'm gonna light his hair like Michael Jackson," Patrick grinned, showing off his pyrotechnics.

"Don't light his hair like Michael Jackson," she complained, giving him a shove. He turned around and looked at her, grinning wolfishly. Before them the kid continued to struggle, looking helplessly at the group of older kids. However, Kit noticed how he suddenly stopped focusing on them and started focusing on something past them. She looked over her shoulder and felt the blood from her face drain. Shit. Shit shit shit!

But the car that was approaching them never stopped. Inside Kit saw the two elder people look their way. She knew what they must look like: a bunch of teenagers roughing up a kid. As adults Kit was expecting them to jump out of the car and tell them off. They didn't, though. Instead they continued to drive, and whatever hope there had been in the kid's eyes burst like a balloon-

There was a red balloon in the old people's car. 

Kit's eyes widened at this sight, a strange feeling passing over her. Maybe I'm a little high. Can one get high off the smoke of others? Even though the car was gone now, as was the balloon, Kit felt as though they were being watched. She took a step closer to Patrick, tugging on his arm and leaning against him. She looked over each one of the boy's faces, trying to see if any of them felt the same, but they were all looking at the kid, and the kid was looking at her. With a jolt she realized that what she was looking for could only be found on his face. He saw it too. 

"Okay new kid. This is why us locals call this the kissing bridge," Henry began, glaring intensely at the kid. "It's for two things: Sucking face-" With this Patrick threw his arm around her and kissed her cheek hard, making Kit wince and Belch and Victor laugh. Henry didn't laugh, though, his eyes never leaving the new kid's as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

" -and cutting names."

"Wait, woah, that is - that's super fucking dark, Henry," Kit suddenly piped up, pulling away from Patrick and staring fearfully at the knife. Henry didn't acknowledge her, instead getting the boys to hold the kid still as he started fighting against them again. He lifted the kid's shirt up, trailing the knife across his stomach. Kit could see clearly in her mind what damage that knife would cause, rivers of red flashing through her mind. With a gasp she pushed forward, grabbing Henry's arm and pulling him away from the kid.