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October 27th, 1984
The death of George Denbrough was a moment of darkness around Derry, Maine. A boy at the age of six, who was only playing in the rain with his waterproof boat in his hand after the week of flooding that happened only a few days before. His left arm ripped off to the bone with blood streaming down into the sewers as his scream echoed around him. He fell on his back onto the road, his eyes staring at the sky before he died in his own blood with the rain hitting his lifeless face. A monster lurked in the drains of the sewers, its' chuckling laughs echoed through the hollow tunnels below town. It was a clown. A clown that wasn't human. It had golden, bright eyes and red lines that went down its' face. It's hands clutching the boy's arm as it's white clothes were stained in blood before disappearing into the darkness. This had only happened in such a short time but, it would spread out in a matter of days, maybe even hours.
Bill Denbrough was sitting on his bed, due to being sick after the boys had worked from the flood that had almost destroyed Derry. He had not known about his brother's death, nor the fact that the thing that killed Georgie, It, would be the monster that he would face soon. He would find out in an hour that his brother was dead when his mother's scream echoed through the house at the sight of her dead son, held in a blanket that was covered in blood, Georgie's blood.
Beverly Marsh would be leaning outside of her window, smoking a cigarette as the rain poured down the sky. Her lips pressed thinly as the drug was in between her lips and her fingers gently held them like human scissors. Her beautiful hair and piercing eyes would make others believe that she would be a fine woman when she grew up but who knew? Only time would know.
Ben Hanscom was at the library, picking out books for his inspiration of the supernatural. He had thought about reading some books dealing with the supernatural because this was the eighties. After an hour of looking, he had chosen a classic by the works of Stephen King. He had chosen Firestarter, a book that would show the hidden truth to a dark past. He checked it out with his handwritten in cursive on the first page before leaving the library in the pouring rain.
Richie Tozier was complaining with his mom about going over to his cousin's house, the Wheelers', for their upcoming get-together that only the sisters' (Maggie Tozier and Karen Wheeler) would enjoy. Richie hated all of them, including Karen's two oldest children, Nancy and Mike Wheeler. "Mike is a geek who could never understand the true taste of music!" Richie exclaimed to his mother, but there would be no avail. He would have to go.
Mike Hanlon was doing his chores in his house, working as the sky was solemn. He knew something felt wrong. With the kids that had been disappearing, he had the curiosity of wondering what it was that was killing them. Who was it? He thought, thinking that someone that was human could kill these children. . . .Or was it a monster? He quickly ignored the thought from his head.
Stan Uris was sitting in his seat, staring at the photos of birds that he had taken. The photos spread across his desk, overlapping with each other with a black and white contrast. He sighed, wondering if his photography skills could be handy when he got older.
Eddie Kaspbrack was with his mother at an another one of his appointments. He sat on the bed, his feet dangling on the edge while he was waiting. His mother was sitting on the chair, reading through a magazine while Eddie felt bored. He wished he could be with his friends in the Barrens where they could hang out.
Michael Wheeler was also complaining to his mother about the get-together with the Tozier's. He was going to have Dungeons and Dragons that night and he would ultimately disappoint his friends, including Will Byers. "Mom, Richie is a trashmouth! Everyone knows it!" Mike exclaimed as an excuse. "Mike Wheeler don't be so rude towards your cousin!" Mrs. Wheeler said in shock. "Now you will do this and you will be nice to your cousin and if you don't I will never let you play Dungeons and Dragons again." And that would shut Mike up.
Unlike the others, Max Mayfield lived in California at the time. She would never see or hear about the murder of George Denbrough until she moved to Derry, Maine a month later.
El Hopper was unpacking boxes of her clothes as she felt something wrong. She didn't know what it was though, it felt like a gut feeling. She quickly shook off the feeling, trying to continue working on unpacking her clothes like her father had told her to. She rolled up her sleeves of her oversized sweater, showing the tattoo that laid on her left wrist. 011, it wrote in bold letters. It was a mark the defined her dark past.
Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson were sitting together playing the Atari, a present that Dustin had gotten for Christmas and never usually played because of the horrible controls. "This is fucking bullshit!" Dustin exclaimed in anger, almost chucking the controller across the room. Lucas laughed at Dustin's defeat. "Well it's a shitty game but give me the controller," Dustin rolled his eyes, his toothless front teeth showing as he gave the controller to Lucas and they did this cycle again and again.
Will Byers was sitting next to his brother, his head bobbing up and down with the loud music coming through the speakers. The song was "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" It was a song that would mark them forever known truth that he would be okay. That whatever would happen would be okay in the darkness of the unknown. He would never know that he would call the sewers the Upside Down and that the monster he would see would the monster that attacked him at Dungeons and Dragons. The Mind Flayer.
