Red Lips//IT

Chapter 3

 IT's perspective

I couldn't leave her. She couldn't leave me. 

It was only a fateful attraction and I knew it. 

That's why I try harder to search her face, even in her dreams. I know she (Kassy) fears only one thing... when I'm not around. But I can't part her. What happens to me? I NEED fear. It's the only way I can survive the darkest days and lightest nights. However, I can't stand to watch her float, unconscious because I know my instincts won't let me see her wake up again. 

I couldn't let her leave Derry. I could feel my fingertips tingle from my excitement and the how I can't control my senses around her. I already knew we were destiny. I knew my destiny too...

I left her to rest behind the well in the sewers, footsteps trailing around...coming closer and closer... I knew who was coming. The Losers, I heard. I could only shape-shift to protect her. That's why I could only commit a deceiving crime this time. 

I could hear Bev, her timid footprints coming closer to the mountain of corpses. I had to block her before her gang could defeat the last of me and find out about her. That's why I abducted Bev, not only because she wasn't afraid of me but I had to lure out the rest of them, hoping they would take the effort to save Bev, buying me the time to plan out my win. However, I was wrong, Bill had come earlier than what I thought. The only thing I could do was tie Kassy's hands and feet together, muffling her with the ripped cloth from my suit. Dragging her behind the well, I knew that this could be the last time I'd see her.

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And I lost... I dropped down into the well but I lost.... Lost in the well and lost in the game. It was all a game... What haunted me more was the revenge. They would most definitely come back. 

Revenge was powerful, however, if I can't make it, I could never see her again. 

Kassy's perspective

I woke up in the sewer behind some kind of well. The moment I awoke, It was in front of me, pinning me to the ground and muffling my squeaks. Not that the squeaks helped or anything. He   ripped off one of the frilly details on his shirt, his knees crushing my elbows and feet locking with my thighs. I could hear my the teardrops of sweat pounding against the stone floor, wiping a melody. My heart pounded like drums, trying to escape my wheezing lungs. He snaked his hands through my arms and waist, unconsciously, I was being abducted. Or that's what I thought. In an instant, my hands and feet were covered in stiffly tied cloth and I couldn't be heard despite screaming. I tried to push and pull my way through it but it only tightened. I gave up, still squealing for it to look at me, tell me something. His claws grew out as he clamped the ground beside me, trapping me. 

And then it was the red lips. A hush fell over as they came to my face, brushing past my left cheek   and feeling the tips of my baby hair. He whispered, "The name's Pennywise, the dancing clown... incase..." he hesitated, "Incase you forget" The words wormed its way around my mind, confusion swishing around. 

My heart beat a bit faster. Just a bit.

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 I twisted my head, peeking around the corner of the well, following the taps and stomps of feet. And someone walks by me, feet were two-thirds of my hand and a yellow poncho on. He was a kid, or I thought he was until a stuttering boy my age clubbed the marbles out of him (not even kidding :)). I thought he would die but I was wrong when another figure stood from its' place... IT. 

However, as the footsteps increased rapidly, I could hear the loss of IT. He was going to lose. With that unfortunate prediction, my body churned and I hoped all my screams were worthwhile. Clearly, I was wrong but I had tried. It wasn't until Pennywise dived into the well that I realized why he hesitated. I knew why he told me ("Incase you forget")... I won't forget. I'll find you again.