Daughter of Pennywise

Balloons

*Warning: CC's monster murder streak at work, lots of blood and gore, you have been warned.*

The nice thing about being a clown is that balloons are practically fused into your lifestyle. A day or so later I found myself casually blowing a few up as I sat in tree high above the barrens, fangs extended for no reason as I hummed a creepy song. Something snapped beneath me and I fell silent, ears pricked as I crept down the side of the trunk and melted into the shadows.

"I hate this place, gives me the creeps." I know that kid, that's Alex Bowers, rumored to have ties with Henry Bowers, the baddest bully in the history of this town. The one who spoke is a messy blond girl who's holding a fat boy by the arm, Alex rolled his eyes.

"Relax Slut," don't ask me why she's known as that "all those rumors about the clown girl is pure bullshit." I grinned, the disbelievers were always so much fun to eliminate. Carefully, I crept down and lowered myself to stand. The fat kid noticed me first, eyes popping wide. I grinned with a low hiss that carefully rose, the other two turn around and scream.

Slut went first, I grabbed her throat in my teeth and jerked, with a crack she falls to the ground and bleed steadily. I got down on all fours and lunged, sinking my fangs into Alex's leg, he falls over with a scream. I muffled it by reaching up and yanking out his vocal cords, he falls back with a stunned expression on is face. I stand up to survey my work, blood dripping down the front of my green play dress.

"Thanks." I turned around, remembering the boy. "Anytime." I turned all the way around and closed my eyes. When I opened them, they had gone black with a small pinprick of white light that got bigger with each passing second. He froze, eyes going dull and cloudy. I blinked, eyes changing to normal before grabbing him by the arm and leaning to whisper in his ear.

"Come on fatso, I'll teach you how to float." Tapping his nose, he became extremely light and I dragged him off towards the sewers, balloons following behind.

We entered the sewers where the shadows reach out and wrap me in it's chilly embrace. Down and under the we went, deeper and deeper. Finally we entered a high ceiling cave where hundreds upon thousands of balloons float overhead, all of different colors with the same red string. I turned back to the boy and gentle pressed a kiss to his forehead.

His skin became transparent and blue, he shrank until finally turning into a large blue balloon. I smiled and held it over my mouth, the bottom oozed with blood that overflowed from my mouth and seeped down my sides. I stuck a hand inside and pulled out a long red string, tying it and letting bob to the top. It causes a soft ripple effect and a chorus of sad voices rose up.

"We all float down here." I grinned, eye changing to their murderous dark orange.