I'll see you in 27 Years; Pennywise X Oc

Taste For Fear

Williams POV:

27 years later, NYC New York

It's not easy finding food in New York, especially downtown. Children are never alone, never wanting to talk to strangers. I get my meals elsewhere. 

"Hi mister." A little boy says as I walk alone in the rain. I can smell his fear. He reeks of it. I turn to him with the face of tiger.

"What's wrong kid, cat got your tongue?" He gasps and tries to run away. I grab his arm, snapping it and dragging him to the closest sewer drain. The boys screams echo off the bricks as I rip his limbs off one by one. I look at my reflection in the blood, my orange eyes staring back at me. I tossed the corpse away, shaken by the look. I hate myself. I scare myself.

"You have an baby daughter." I whisper to myself. My anger got ahold of me. "But I'm so hungry..." I tear more flesh of the body, crunching the bones and muscles under my teeth. More, more, more fear and flesh. Eat. Devour. I threw the body again and roared. "They can never know... Never know."

Kleas' POV:

Derry, Maine.

"Mina! Dinner, now!"

"Coming Ma!" Thumping came from the stairs as my sixteen year old ran down for food. She skidded to a halt just in front of the kitchen opening. "What're we having?"

"Spaghetti, our favorite." I smile handing her a plate. "Just so you know, your father is coming over to pick you up any moment."

She groaned. "We always do the same things though."

"I understand sweetheart but he loves you just as much as I love you." I kissed the top of her head before scooping my own plate.

"Hey Mom, I got a text from Willie a few minutes ago. He said he's going to be calling you later about something important."

"Important? Like what?"

"I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." My appetite suddenly vanished. "Mom? You think everything's alright with him in New York."

I sighed. "I don't know." I looked out the window seeing Jaime's car. "Get your backpack, your dad's here." She ran to her room, my old room, and ran back down giving me a hug, and leaving. I hummed an old lullaby, the one that rang in my ears on the day of my sons' birth. They turn 27 soon. My phone began to ring loudly, vibrating on the counter. I answered it.

"Hello."

"Hey ma."

"William, I miss you. How's everything with Lilinna and Ava?"

"Oh, everything's great, but-"

"But what?"

"I'm bringing them to Derry for Lucian and my birthday. I need to get out of the city for a while." I could hear him sigh on the other side. "Something is going on with me that I don't understand, Mom. I'm scaring myself everyday." Baby Ava began crying in the background. "I have to go. I'll see you in a couple of days."

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you, too." I slammed my phone down, most likely cracking it.

"Fuck fuck fuck, shit!" I groaned into my hands. "Why now, huh? It's been 27 fucking years! Why does my baby have to deal with the same thing you did? He's still young..." I straightened up and let out a breath. Cold air rushed into the room. I looked out, the front door wide open. "Damn it, Mina." I closed it, then leaving upstairs to change and go for a run. It was June, a week till the twins' birthday, but this town was always cold. I jogged to the library, my summer job and favorite place to hideout. I stopped just at the doors and just stared. A red balloon floated right before me. It slowly spun around showing a single word.

Awake.

Lucians POV:

Augusta, Maine

"I can't stop the lights. I can't stop the lights. I can't stop the lights. I can't stop the lights. I can't sto-" I belched, all my dinner coming up and onto the cement. A whine escaped from my mouth as the lights from my chest got brighter. "Momma please, make it stop." The hunger was incredible, but I can control it. No kids. No fear. But the lights. It burns. It burns so bad I can't stop crying. "Momma I'm going to die. It hurts. Make it stop."

I should've never left Derry. My Mom will know what's wrong with me. "I can't stop the lights. I can't stop the lights. I can't stop the lights..." I'm craving it. Fear is everywhere. The lights glow every time. Every time I feel the slightest bit hungry. My eyes go red and I can't breathe. Human food isn't helping, I just puke everything up. I did eat once. I never want to again.
That poor homeless boy had nothing to live for. He was dieing. His fear was never seeing his mother again, so I gave him his mother one last time before ripping that kid to shreds in the sewers of Augusta.
But I was hungry again. I can't control the lights.

I wandered the streets, the glowing finally had stopped. My fiancée was calling again. Her third time.

"Yes?"

"Where arenyou? Do you know what time it is?!"

I looked at my phone. "Shit. Sorry babe, I'm just really fucking hungry right now."

"I have what you need. Bought roast that isn't cooked yet. I know how you get when you need meat. Come home."

"Yeah... I'll be there in a few minutes." I ended the call just as I sunk into the sewers and opened my eyes to the alleyway by our apartment. Kids were playing across the way so I ran inside. Elly jumped as I slammed the door.

"That was fast."

"Sorry. "

"Don't be. Sit down, I've already got it out." She set a plate with raw meat on the coffee table. The smell filled the room. I could feel the lights burning my chest again as I devoured the entire roast in a few bites. I looked to Elly, her eyes down.

"Elly Nelly, with the baby belly." I kissed her stomach. She giggled.

"Not yet cuteness. After the honeymoon."

"Yes, I know." I mumbled into her belly. "Then we'll have lots of babies. Babies to the Moon and back!" I smile at her, twirling her thick curly hair. "I'm going to tell my mom an Dad. About us."

"Finally. It's been how long since you went to see them?"

"Two years."

"Yeah, you shitstick. They're 49 not dead." She stuck her tongue out, thinking. "I can't go. I got suspended from vacations for a month."

I sat up. "I told you story stop the attitude."

"I'm not going to, he's an asshole just because I won't sleep with him."

"Let me deal with it."

"You'd eat the poor idiot. Besides. If I needed your help I would ask." Elly leaned back. "You should surprise Klea. She hasn't left that house since highschool."

"You're not the one who grew up with clown stories." She smacked my head. "OK, fine. I'll get her out of town for a bit."