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It had been fourteen hours since Will's normal life had been turned upside down. The quiet sounds of the sewers and the feeling of that thing hurting Will had been stuck inside Will's head since it had been two hours since he had actually seen the Mind Flayer. Cuts surrounded his body and ripped his clothes that was probably infected by the greywater that he had been swimming around to hide his scent, but also to hide from the monster. Now he sat in a corner somewhere in the sewers, he couldn't really know because darkness was the only thing he could see.
Will shivered, his damp clothes making him more cold in the cool sewers. His eyes looking around, hoping that there was someone, anyone that could save him. In the pit of his mind though, he knew no one would come.
He looked around the dark area he was in and heard something in the distance. It was footsteps that seemed unfamiliar to a human's. Chuckles echoed from behind him along with grumbles filled with anger. It was the monster. "Where are you, Zombie Boy?" The creature called out in a soft, loving tone. His voice began to chuckle, letting out a laugh.
He struggled to get up, fear strickening him to stay in his spot. His eyes looking through the darkness as a voice inside of him said quietly to get out of there. It seemed familiar to him and it wouldn't be until years later that Will would find out that it was his own voice, telling him to leave the sewers.
Will slowly stood up, placing his hand on the cool wall before walking through the darkness as he used his one sense to get him through the sewers: his touch. He quickly walked through the sewers, hearing the Mind Flayer's chuckles and voices in the sewers. "Come on, Cleric," He heard the monster chuckle. "Let's see if you can survive this world,"
》》》
Richie leaned against the metal wall of the bathroom stall as he rubbed his frames on his soft shirt. The five boys had been quiet since Mike had told all of them what had happened to him and holy shit was it crazy. A clown moving inside of a projector? That seemed like magic or even something that would happen when you're on drugs.
Richie put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, his eyes staring at Mike. Mike's eyes just stared at the floor as his dark hair helped cover his face. Eddie had to use his inhaler multiple times while Mike was explaining and he looked pale as a ghost. Bill seemed calm in all this which confused Richie for some reason. Why would he be calm after Mike explained to us that a clown wanted him to go inside a projector screen? Stan just looked calm, like nothing had happened.
"So, are we not going to talk about what he just told us or what?" Richie said quietly, almost in worry as he crossed his arms, staring at his friends and Mike.
"Y-Yes," Bill said quietly, looking as though he was thinking about something.
"I should be getting to class anyway," Mike replied, putting his backpack on his shoulders. "My friends might be freaking out,"
"Wait don't go." Eddie said softly, his voice showing fear. "What if you're right? What if this isn't some hallucination?"
"This isn't some supernatural thriller show, Eddie," Richie replied, putting his hands in his pockets. "This is Derry we're talking about here and Derry is just a boring old town,"
"W-We don't kn-know th-that," Bill's eyes showed worry, but also a look that a leader would have. His face showed determination and hope.
"We should just keep it as it is for now.." Stan replied in a serious voice. "This could be just nothing,"
"Yeah," Mike replied quietly, going towards the door and opening it. "Goodbye for now," He replied, leaving the four boys in the stall.
"Wa-Wait!" Bill yelled, popping his head out of the stall like a jack in the box. Mike turned around, letting out a sigh as he looked at Bill with worry. "Me-Meet us by the bik-bike ra-racks, aft-after-"
"Afterschool?" Mike interrupted Bill as his stuttering was starting to get bad.
Bill nodded in response as he sighed. Richie sighed and looked at Bill as if he was crazy.
"Sure." Mike said quietly, his eyes looking at the boys. "See you," Mike then walked out of the bathroom, his footsteps echoing through the halls. Richie could feel something bad coming. He didn't know what it was, but he just did. It felt like this would be the end of his normal life. That he and the others would be changed by the one action. Whatever it was, he was going to find out.
》》》
El felt the breeze run through her face as sunlight escaped into the living room, showing a cream glow lighting the wooden, creaked floor. She let out a deep breath, grabbing her orange bag filled with everything in her nightstand including a lighter, a flashlight with new batteries, and lastly, some tissues for the journey. She wrapped it around her shoulder, laying right against her hip as it laid on top of her large coat.
Today, she was going to rebel against the rules of her father to save Will. She knew she was going to be in trouble, but it was worth it saving someone in danger.
She had never gotten to do that when she was younger after her Papa had forced her to work on horrible experiments. He made her do things that gave her nightmares. She had met her father two years ago after she had escaped, killing about fifteen people in two seconds by using her talents. She had killed them to escape, to be free from the torture. Together, they stayed in Hawkins, Indiana for a year before Hopper was suspected to be hiding a "Russian" girl, leading to the conclusion that they needed to leave.
Derry, Maine was a town that Hopper had known of for years since the earthquake that had shocked the world. The earthquake had killed about sixty-four people and injured about a hundred sixty-seven.
Also, Hopper had always been suspicious over the disappearance of missing and dead kids that was increasing almost every year. El had been told this when they were driving to the town, the cool air inside the car blocking the hot summer heat that made everyone hate going outside except when you were swimming. Her father was smoking a cigarette while driving, his window was open, letting in the hot air into the car. "Jane, this town is different than Hawkins. It's strange and mysterious, so you have to be careful around here," He replied while exhaling the smoke into the car. El swatted the smoke away from her face, the stench of smoke made her cough. She understood why Hopper tell her these things. Hawkins Lab could take her back into that horrible place once they find out her identity.
El went to the door lock and unlocked it, letting the door instantly open by the wind. She had never gone outside since a year ago, but now it would be years before she would be able to go outside after this. She felt the air run through her hair as she went outside into the lukewarm September air, staring out into the forest that was ahead of her. Then she went down the steps, walking onto the ground before her mind closed the door, locking the doors, and turning onto the TV. Blood ran down her nose as she quickly wiped it away with a swipe. The TV blared with the children's show about the same kids at a carnival getting balloons from a clown.
