Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Six: Him

As it turns out, despite all the history lessons Kit had taken at school, she really knew nothing about the town she lived in.

Ben's room had been covered in newspaper articles, photographs of missing kids, a pieces of maps depicting Derry throughout the years. He told the group about how, when the town had first been created, over ninety men went missing from the town. All that was left was a trail of blood leading to the old town well. Kit didn't understand how Ben could've spent his time researching these things - was there really nothing else more interesting and perhaps less creepy? Looking at what he had plastered to his walls, especially those missing posters, made her feel hollow. Kids had been going missing recently, look at Georgie. However, to see their pictures hung up next to each other made Kit realize just how many had gone missing those past few months. This is supposed to be a small town. How can so many kids go missing?

After this, the group separated for the day. The sun was still high in the sky, but Kit knew that in a few short hours it would depart, drenching the town in cool darkness and taking away the heat and humidity. She never cared much for the sun. 

"So, do you think Ben might be insane?" Richie asked as they biked. Kit looked over at him, one eyebrow raised.

"What? Because of the posters? Dunno. I mean, he doesn't seem like it. He's just got a peculiar interest, that's all," Kit replied.

"Weird thing for a boy his age to be interested in," Richie said, making Kit scoff, shaking her head.

"So because he not interested in making weird, creepy comments about his wang or - or beaver trapping - he must be a freak?" Kit replied with a roll of her eyes.

"No! Well, actually -"

On the side of the road Kit caught sight of Patrick. Skidding to a stop Kit stared at where she saw him, lips parted slightly in a silent "oh". It took a moment for Richie to notice that his sister was no longer biking beside him. When he did he turned back around with a shout, asking why she had stopped. She didn't reply, instead hopping off her bike and walking over to where she saw her boyfriend.

Really, it wasn't him. It was his face. It was his face on one of those missing posters, so similar to the ones on Ben's wall. Ben didn't have this one though. A new one to add to his collection.

"Oh, shiiit," Richie drawled, catching sight of the poster his sister was now frozen in front of. He looked up at her, eyes wide with worry. She had that look on her face, the one she would get sometimes when she was deep in some troubling thoughts. Her grey eyes were glazed over, her face a far-away expression. He didn't like it when she looked like that. "K-Kit? Um, maybe we should go home?"

"I..." Kit licked her lips, staring at the picture. Dark eyes stared back at her. He had been so far away last time she had seen him. When was she this close to him last? So close she could reach out and touch his face? When Henry shoved me into his arms. When I told him it wasn't fun anymore. She didn't love him. She was too cold for that. But this was Patrick, and he was missing, and why did she only just find out now? With a frown Kit picked up her bike. 

"I'm going over to the Hocksetter house. I need to know what happened," she told Richie, throwing a leg over the frame. 

"Kit, are you sure that's a good idea? Come on, let's just go home-"

"Just let me do this, please?" Kit interrupted, looking over her shoulder at him. "Please, just let me go talk to his parents. I'm not part of Henry's gang anymore, I promise. But we never spoke about what was to happen to us. He's still my boyfriend, I'm still his girlfriend. I just need to know what happened."