Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Fourteen: Fear

At first, Kit was confused. Not just because of the fact that, a few metres above the ground, Beverly was currently floating in mid air. No, it was the mountain next to her. How can a mountain be down here? However, she soon realized that the mountain was made up of circus props and - more shockingly - children's items. Kit swallowed, turning her attention away from the pile when Eddie spoke, his flashlight trailing up the mountain.

"Guys, are those..."

"The missing kids... Floating," Stan finished, and Kit felt her heart clench as she stared up at all the children. There was no sign that they were alive, but part of Kit believed that it was too late for them. If the sewers were It's home, then this must've been It's kitchen. Kit couldn't help but think of Patrick, distracted as the others began trying to get Beverly down. Is he up there? Will I find his corpse today? But I never said goodbye. It wasn't until Stan squeezed her hand gently that she was able to pay attention once more, turning to see that Beverly was now back on the ground standing before Ben, but still in some kind of trance, her eyes greyed over.

"Bev. Beverly. Why isn't she waking up? What's wrong with her?!" Ben cried, looking at the others as though they had the answer. Kit couldn't reply, though, too concerned over Beverly's state. If they had lost her... "Beverly, please! Come on!"

Without another word, and in an act of fairytale - like desperation, Ben leaned forward and kissed her. The group couldn't help but exclaim at the sudden embrace, with Kit having to look away in slight embarrassment. After a tense moment of no reaction, Beverly suddenly let out a gasp. Eyes back to their normal colour, she stared at Ben.

"January embers?" she whispered.

"My heart burns there too," Ben replied with a grin. With a smile and a little laugh, Kit let a wave of relief pass over her. She was glad that Beverly was okay, and with her brother and the others they swooped in on the pair and embraced them in their arms. Kit let her hand come to rest on her shoulder, squeezing it softly. In return she felt the girl's smaller hand squeeze her upper arm. If I were to have a sister, I'd want it to be her, Kit thought, before Beverly suddenly looked up.

"Where's Bill?"

Her question was answered a few minutes later when the group walked around the mountain, revealing Bill. However, he wasn't the only one there. Letting out a small gasp, Kit covered her mouth with her good hand. There, standing in front of Bill, was Georgie. The kid was dirty and missing an arm, however he looked healthy enough considering he had been missing for months. In one hand he held a paper boat. Beside her Kit turned to catch her brother's eyes. His brown eyes said what a small voice in her head had already been whispering: That's not Georgie. Swallowing, Kit turned back to the scene before them, tears prickling at her eyes. She could only imagine how difficult this was for Bill. They couldn't hear exactly what they were talking about, but there were moments where Georgie's high voice cut through the silence of the sewers. It broke Kit's heart to hear him beg to come home, knowing the truth that lay behind that young face. Eventually, Bill lifted Mike's spike gun up and held it against his little brother's head, who began to sob until - with a bang - they cut off and Georgie fell backwards. 

It was silent. It was too quiet. Everyone was still, their eyes locked on the small body that lay on the ground. Kit could sense what everyone else was thinking: Have we made a mistake? Was that really Georgie? Kit felt like she was going to be sick even thinking that. Suddenly, Georgie began to shake, letting out a wail that didn't sound entirely human. As he shook, an arm grew from beneath his sleeve, writhing like a worm as it began to take form. The wails became more gutteral, animal - like, and all around her the group grew tense, readying themselves for whatever was to happen next.