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chapter seven

a/n: sorry, exams are this week and next week so updates may be slower! however afterwards it's summer holidays so I can update way more often pls bare with me x

also who else is dead after the last chapter bc i fuckin am (there is a reason behind stan's death i swear pls bare with me)

chapter seven - save me, kill it please

Bill's body shook with every struggling breathe he didn't take. He tried to stand up to escape the confines of the room, but his feet struggled to carry him and he fell right back down. All he could do was scream,

"Stan!"

But Stan was gone.

I looked over at the window, where the clown stood, his smile as wide as ever, his eyes more evil than I had ever seen them.

I knew that this was all that thing's fault.

It killed our close friend.

Eddie Kaspbrak's POV:

Out of all the things I've had to endure in this place so far, that was probably the hardest. I barely knew Stan, and that just made it sting just that bit more. He definitely didn't deserve to die, and most definitely not to the hands of that thing.

We were just starting to unravel everything, if we had moved faster, maybe Stan would have been okay. I wish I hadn't come here, the last thing anyone in our group deserved was death, or the death of a loved one.

My heart ached for Stanley's family, and for all of his friends. I wish I didn't have to feel this way, he shouldn't be gone.

I sat in my room on Richie's bed, holding him close as he sobbed into my shirt. My heart shattered more and more with every sob he let out. I knew that somewhere else in the building, Bill was even more of a mess. 

I hoped Bill wouldn't do anything damaging, or anyone else in our group for that matter. 

It had been about an hour or so since the announcement, and I was well cried out by now. I just sat numbly, thinking as I silently comforted Richie, who continued to cry for Stan.

"This fucking sucks, Eds." Richie sniffled, pulling away to reveal the face of a broken boy. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his cheeks flushed. 

"I know." I said quietly, sighing sadly as I leaned against the wall.

That clown is absolutely fucked up. Targeting a group of mentally damaged kids. 

"I hate that fucking thing. I want to strangle it till it's fucking mini ass brain pops out." Richie scoffed, sniffing as he leaned against me again. 

"Me too. The fucking asshole." I said, almost with no emotion as I continued to stare ahead. I wanted to crawl into a ball and never return. I didn't want to handle this evil, vengeful clown anymore, but we had to continue the battle.

If we don't, any of us could be the next target. In the next few days, another one of us could be gone, and it was something that we couldn't let happen.

"We're going to kill that thing, if it's the last thing we do." I whispered, looking at Richie. He nodded in agreement.

"Think Bill is still up for killing it?" Richie said quietly. I handed him a glass of water to make sure he was hydrated.

"If not, we'll do it for him." I decided. If Richie isn't up for it, I'll do it myself. I brought this thing here, I will bring it the fuck out. 

Richie and I lay down on the bed, silently providing comfort for each other in our time of need as we lay there. My thoughts lead me out of reality, taking me out of the hell that was today, into my dreams, away from the world.