Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Seven: The Bloody Rock War

She hadn't told Richie what she had seen the day before. She hadn't told anyone at all. Who would have believed her? She could barely believe herself, and she had seen it happen. She had seen Him. The thought of it had kept her up most of the night, and no amount of cigarettes could calm her shaking hands. 

So the next day when the group made their way to Beverly's, Kit could barely ride her bike in a straight line. She kept thinking that that thing from the night before would pop up in front of her, or was stalking her from behind. She could still hear it's rasping breath calling her name.

Cathy. Cathy. Cathy.

They arrived at Beverly's without incident, the younger girl meeting them with a frantic look on her face, saying she had to show them something. Leaving Richie as a lookout in case Beverly's father returned home, the group made their way up the fire escape and into Beverly's apartment. Beverly seemed overly cautious for a girl who was walking the hallway of her own home. It was almost as she was scared of it. Kit would find out why once they entered the bathroom.

"Do you see it?" Beverly asked as they stared into the room.

"Yes," Eddie replied, Kit nodding in wide-eyed horror. She had never seen so much red in her life, especially what caused it.

Blood. Blood covered the bathroom from the ceiling to the floor. It stained the windows, dripped down the walls, blanketed the tiled floor. She remembered how red her hands had been when she had made her last painting at school for the year. That was nothing compared to what Beverly's bathroom looked like.

"What... What happened in here?" Bill asked.

"My dad couldn't see it. I thought I might be crazy," Beverly whispered.

"Well if you're crazy, then we're all crazy."

"We can't leave it like this," Bill said, before taking a step forward. Kit grimaced at the sight, but she knew he was right. It was disturbing as Hell, and it wasn't fair to expect Beverly to clean it herself or just deal with it. Kit turned to Beverly.

"Where are your buckets?"

They must've cleaned for over an hour or so, slowly cutting through the blood until they began seeing white tiles and porcelain surfaces again. Kit found herself cleaning the areas next to Beverly a majority of the time, and she cast several concerned glances in the young girl's direction. She didn't look too unsettled, however there was something there that Kit couldn't quite put her finger on. She never said a word about her concerns, however, and when the bathroom was finally cleaned she left with a black rubbish bag clutched in one hand, following Eddie and Stan downstairs. It wasn't long before the group were on their way again, putting aside what they had just witnessed. 

Richie didn't seem to believe them when they told him what happened. As they walked their bikes down the street he continued talking about how bored he had been waiting for them, biking around them in a circle both physically and with his repetitive words.

"No, I love being your personal doorman, really," he said. "Could you idiots have taken any longer?" His words were met with a chorus of "Shut up, Richie" from a majority of the group, Kit included. He hadn't seen the blood.

"Oh, okay, trash the trashmouth. I get it," he continued, making Kit roll her eyes. "Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween." Kit let out a groan of disgust at that last part. 

"She didn't imagine it," Bill said quietly, making the group pause. "I... I saw something, too."

Kit couldn't help but reel back, lips parting in shock.