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Bill looked at Richie. "What?"
He shoved a gun into his hand.
"HOLY SHIT!! WHERED YOU GET THIS?!"
Bill shook his head and scoffed.
"I was trying to keep it a secret. It's my Dads. We might need it."
Richie laughed nervously, nodded and looked at his watch and around at the Losers.
Eddie and Bill both had wounds and swollen lips.
Stan was awkwardly in the corner. Beverly just sat there with Mike.
Ben looked at his feet.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know. I'm worried too." Eddie said.
"She went out to find you Richie. That was the last time I saw her." Stan said solemnly.
"I saw her. She was all romantic and then, just walked away. Like, in a trance or something."
They all looked at each other.
"Do you think she..."
Silence.
They all got up and followed Richie as he sprinted to the spot where she had left him. He saw the bloody foot tracks that clearly were left by something larger than Sarah.
He fell to his knees.
"N-No!"
Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he began to follow the trail. The clown had taken her into the pipes.
He looked at the losers and back at the trail and booked it home.
"Richie?!" Everyone yelled after him as they chased him back home.
He muttered profanity's under his breath as he slammed open the door, not caring to close it.
Beverly put her hand on his shoulder.
He pushed her off and grabbed his backpack.
He began to fill it with food, and every kind of medicine he could find.
