Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Twelve: Into The Well

"Hey Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie asked as they circled around the desolate well. They had arrived moments earlier and after gathering spikes outside to use as weapons, had made their way into the old house. Now they stood in the basement, staring into the well that they would soon have to go into.

"I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing," Eddie replied, voicing what everyone else was thinking.

After figuring out a plan on how to get down the well, a stable rope hanging off the well's hook was thrown down into the dark hole. One by one, the group began their decent down, first Bill then Eddie and eventually the others. While Richie had wanted Kit to go before him, she had told him that she would help Mike and make sure that the younger kids went down first.

"It's only the responsible thing to do," she had replied, making Richie grin. He hadn't heard his sister quip a sarcastic comment like that in weeks, and though he had to admit that it wasn't her best, at least she had said it. 

Eventually only Mike and Kit were left, the duo peering down the well to where the boys sat in a small hole in the side of the wall. Mike reached across and took hold of the rope, passing it to Kit.

"You got this?" He asked as she gripped it with both hands. She nodded, about to throw one leg over the side of the well, Mike steading her. Before she could do that, though, there was a thump and suddenly Mike let out a cry of pain before suddenly being pulled backwards. When Kit spun around to see what had happened, she was struck in the face, making her cry out and fall onto the ground. Hearing the boys yell out their names from the well, Kit slowly lifted her head up to find that it wasn't It that had attacked the pair, but -

"Henry," Kit choked out, the boy pulling the rope out from the well and turning to face her. She was horrified to see that his face was covered in blood. That's not Mike's, it can't be, she thought, turning to look at the younger boy who was barely conscious. "What... What did you do?!"

"They're dead," Henry told her, taking a step forward. "All of them, now. First Patrick - your fault - now Victor and Belch... And you."

"Henry, please," Kit begged, struggling up to her feet and putting her hands out in front of her. With the speed of a striking snake, Henry reached out and grabbed her by the wrists, shoving her against the unstable walls of the well. Below she could hear the boys shouting her name. With a scream Kit kicked at Henry, managing to make him lose his grip on her wrists just enough to pull them away and punch him hard in the face. However, her attempt at trying to rush towards where Mike was lying was unsuccessful. With a growl Henry grabbed her hair, tugging her back towards him where he punched her in her stomach, making Kit fall to her knees with a gasp. Half leaning over the side of the well's wall, half standing, Kit stared down to where the other boys were gazing up at her from in the well. Richie looked near tears, seeing her at the mercy of Henry Bowers, and Kit felt her heart hammering in her chest, her blood growing thick. Roughly, Henry grabbed her jaw and twisted her head to look up at him.

"I told you," Henry said, his eyes wild, blood dripping from his face onto hers. "You got on my nerves, Tozier. And Patrick can't save you now.  I'm gonna teach you a lesson." He wrapped a hand around her throat, tightening it with every word he said. "Fuck being my whore. I'm over that. Once I'm finished with you, Tozier, nobody's gonna want to touch you."

Just as he raised his other fist to punch her, there was a yell and suddenly a flash of metal came down upon Henry's back. With a cry Henry's hold loosened around Kit's neck and she took this opportunity to pull away from his grasp, her body throwing itself over the edge of the wall and down into the well.

It was quick, and she had been prepared. She only hoped that the boys would be too. She felt her nails being ripped from her fingers as she clawed at the sides of the well as she fell, knowing that soon there would be a gap and eventually a ledge for her to grab onto, depending on if her aim was correct. Luckily it was, and suddenly her fall was haltered when she grabbed the bottom of the hole that the other boys were hiding in. However, the sudden stop brought on a whole new world of pain in her injured arm and with a scream Kit's hands let go, but her boys had been prepared. With scrabbling hands they grabbed her arms and together pulled her into the hole where Richie hugged her tightly.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he gasped, the other boys rubbing her back or letting out their own words of relief at the fact that she hadn't fallen to her death. Pulling away from her he looked her up and down, eyes filled with worry. "Are you all right?"

Wordlessly she nodded, but she could still hear Henry and Mike fighting from above, and she could still feel his grip around her throat and the words he had used stinging her ears. She looked out of the hole, her heart still hammering and her whole body aching.

"M-Mike!" She called, joining the chorus with the boys. With tears stinging her eyes she backed away from the edge and towards where Stan was sitting at the back. Before either person could say anything to the other, there was a scream, and suddenly a blur of a person fell past their hole and down into the depths of the well, making Richie curse and the others let out other exclamations. The realization that Henry's body falling down the well could've been her almost made Kit throw up, however this feeling was soon followed by relief. Henry had fallen down the well. Henry was dead. And she was free.

"Are you all right?" Stan asked, looking at her.  With shaking hands Kit pulled Stan in for a hug, unable to keep a bubble of laughter escaping her lips. He can't hurt me anymore. He can't hurt any of us anymore. For a long time the pair just sat like that hugging one another until a voice cut through their embrace.

"Stanley...Catherine..."

"Beverly?" The pair pulled away from one another, Stan using his flashlight to cut through the darkness. Shooting each other a glance, they slowly shuffled towards the other side of the hole. "Is that you?"

One blink, and suddenly Kit was alone in the sewers. The boys, her brother, Stanley, they were nowhere to be seen. She herself could barely see either. With hands outstretched she walked forward until she found a wall, and with slow, hesitant footsteps she began to follow it's curve, calling out.

"Stanley? Richie? Are you guys there?"

Eventually she found an area that was dimly light and she stepped into it gratefully, eyes slowly beginning to adjust. Finally able to see, Kit turned around to examine the area. However, as soon as she did she heard a noise from the darkness before her. She froze, staring into it and hoping beyond hope that maybe it was Stanley. It wasn't.

Slow footsteps made their way towards her, and although Kit wanted to run she feared that that would only start the chase. She had seen those predator tv shows. As soon as the prey ran, the hunt was on. So she watched the darkness, listened to the footsteps, and soon a silhouette appeared before her. Tall, pale, human. It was a man.

"Cathy?"

She knew that voice. With a trembling jaw Kit shook her head, taking a step backwards as tears began to sting at her eyes.

"No..." She moaned, clenching her fists so hard she was sure her remaining nails would pierce through her skin. "No..."

He was there.