Revenge Is Best Served Bloody (Pennywise FanFic)

Revenge Is Suffering

Chance stood up first as she kept her focus on Jack and Tiff who could barely breath.

"Well, isn't this a sight to behold. Penny fucking Chance. What did I tell ya' sweetcakes? I knew they were gonna do the do." Jack laughed.

"What did you do?" Penny asked slowly, annunciating the syllables as he stared at Tiffany with a bloody nose and a small slash on her forehead.

"Well, you knew what you were doing when you bargained me for my girl and I realized that Tiffany knew how to wake up the Chuckster, unfortunately, she doesnt have what she needs to wake him up and in the process I had to ruffle her feathers up a little if you get my drift. So, where is it? You have two minutes to retrieve it or I will break her beautiful flawless neck right here and now."

Pennywise stood still, staring at Tiffany in conflict. He reached in his ruffled sleeve and pulled out the amulet. "You want it... take it." As he tried to reach for it, Penny pulled it back. "Ah ah ah, let her go... first."

After a quick hesitation, Jack finally let her go, making her collapse on the ground, and reached for it again. Only this time, Penny's jaw opened wide to wrap his teeth around his arm, piercing the skin before ripping it clean off. Jack only grunted in pain, stepping back.

Jack laughed hysterically.

"You are quite something, Penny." Suddenly his arm grew back. "You are truely amazing and I can see why kids would be terrified of you, however, I am no child." With that he lunged at Penny and grabbed a knife from behind him in his pants and stabbed him right in the chest.

"That tickles!" Penny giggled as he grabbed the knife and twisted making the knife bend out of him.

Jack smiled. "I'm glad." He raised his hand to let the amulet rock back and forth. "Chance love, grab the box will you." Chance stood there and just stared at Tiffany who was hunched in pain. She looked at him and stretched out her hand to let the amulet fly to her. "Chance?! What the fuck are you doing?"

She closed her eyes and soon everyone was completely frozen in their spots. She grabbed the box and took out Chuckys body first and then the dismembered head and with a wave of her hand, she put him back together. She grabbed his knife and pull a spell on it.

"Don't you fucking do it!" Jack screamed.

She looked at him with rage. "Tiffany didn't deserve what you did to her." With that, she lifted the amulet and chanted with Jack screaming no. Soon, after the thunder subsided, she let her hand drop lifelessly, her head drooped and her muscles relaxed like she was completely dead sitting up right. With a shaky hand, she picked up the knife.

"I sure in the fuck never expected this." Her deep voice said in a giggle.

Tiffany sighed in defeat and Chance looked at her then, her eyes flashing with anger before shooting her head to Jack. She stood up as she gripped the handle of the knife. "You.... raped my wife... you're fucking dead!" With that he grabbed a bat from the pile of toys and beat him into submission, bashing his brains in making his profile unknown. After a few good swings, Chance dropped the bat and put her hands on her head as she began to wobble and grunt slightly. She picked the knife and right as Jack put his head back together, she stabbed him in his heart and moved back quickly.

Jack's body began to shake violently as his mouth opened in a silent scream. Blood began to pour out of his mouth as his right eye popped and then his left. His body began to inflate, ripping the skin off his muscles. The sounds of bones cracking could be heard throughout the sewers as his body began to close in on itself before exploding in flesh and guts.

Jack was gone.

With a high pitched scream of pain, Chance lept up and ran out of the sewers holding her head for dear life like it too might explode leaving the doll lying there untouched and brand new. Pennywise could finally move to slowly make his way over to Tiffany who lay on the cold ground broken physically and emotionally. He noticed her ripped dress and her bare feet covered in dirt and blood. Her thighs were covered in bruises and he noticed dried blood dripping from the inside part of her thigh. Her arms had cuts and small purple blotches all over and even her neck had a hand print wrapped around in purple obove her jawline.

"You finally did it huh?" She asked softly with a voice so cracked, it melted his frozen heart.

He picked her up bridal style and carried her over to sit where he placed her on his lap and held her. "I did nothing. She did all the work."

"Did you like it?" Tears began to fall on his shoulder though she tried to stop them.

He looked down at her and lifted her chin to look at him. "No." Drool covered her shoulder as he let it drip from his slight parted lips. His yellow glowing eyes stared into hers as he carressed her cheek. "I...uh..." He suddenly chuckled only slightly before gulped in nerves. "I...never felt... like this before." He looked down and shyly looked up at her.

She looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

He giggled and looked around for a minute. "I don't know."

She kissed him. "Don't say it...not like this. Please...not like this." With that, she nuzzled into him as she sobbed on his shoulder.