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[iv] 1-800-ROCKWAR;

"woah, are you okay? you look like hell." richie asks, placing a hand on your shoulder as you get up.

"i feel like a just came back from it." you chuckle nervously.

"what is in there?" he looks at you, and back at the door, smile fading into confusion.

you walk in the door's direction, placing a your shaky hand on the handle and swinging open quickly.

there's nothing inside, at first glance.

the wall in the back of the room is covered in a message, spelled with what seems to blood.
you shiver.

"it's fun to play with you, n/n!
next time, i'll make sure it's last one!
- your best friend, pennywise :)"

"no fucking way." richie mumbles.
flashing images of your sister, and the blood pass through your mind. your stomach gurgles.

you run to the toilet and puke. every muscle on your body twitches, as you put out your lunch and the popsicle that you ate after, making it all colored in blue. a horrible sound is coming from your throat.

now that you're done, your throat is sore and your mouth has that sour taste of stomach acid and half-digested food.

richie only look at you with a mildly disgusted face.

"i feel better now." you give him a half-hearted smile and get up.

you wash you hands and mouth on the decaying sink, the only one that is properly working, and dry your hands on the sides of your jeans.

"dude. we have to go meet the losers."

~

"is that belch's car?" beverly asks.
you look over to see the old beige opala.

"and homeschooled kid's bike!" ben completes.

"he's in trouble." you say in a monotone voice, and start running down the path, in the direction of the kenduskeag.

"hey, asshole!" you shout at henry bowers, who is now pressing the homeschooled kid's face against what seems to be a pile of meat.

"oh, hey, if it isn't my favorite group of asswipe losers!" bowers grins maliciously to you, showing his (already) yellow teeth.

the rest of the group arrives, beverly's first, followed by stan and ben.

"also, my favorite girls... the slut is easy to do, you just have to ask nicely! but the freak is so, so much better! i mean, she knows how to give some hea-" bowers speech is interrupted by a big stone to the middle of his forehead, thrown by beverly. she was fuming with rage.

following her, you bow down and pick up a rock. ben throws one at bowers, who hunching over, clutching his forehead.

"rock war!" richie lets out a long scream, and receives a rock to the head. eddie bows down to help him up.

you and beverly throw rock after rock. she has an impressive aim. you try your best, as stan is supplying you rocks and hiding behind beverly and ben.

after what seemed like hours, but were only two minutes, bowers' goons start picking up on the fight, throwing mostly pebbles.

they hit mainly your chest and legs, and beverly's torso area.

she receives a rock close to her eye, a big one. she leans to the ground and try to aid her. fury builds up inside of you.

the one who had thrown was victor criss. you huff in frustration and let out a 'war screech', taking one of the bigger rocks and throwing it with mighty power.

half-way through, you know that the rock isn't going to hit anyone.

but then,
it makes a turn.

a very clear turn, and it lands perfectly and strongly against victor's nose.

he shouts some words and clutches his nose.

after the hit, one by one, the bowers' gang retrieves into the barrens.

with all the fuss, you didn't notice that the kid was already your side of the small river.

"i'm mike, and don't call me homeschool, four-eyes."

"are you okay bev?" you place a hand on her shoulder.

she turns her head to you and smiles sweetly.

"better than ever! i think you broke criss' nose! dude!" she smacks you side and you laugh.

"ouch."

"no one asks if i'm okay!" richie says dramatically. his forehead has a swollen, red bump.

"i mean, you sound as normal as ever! super brain-damaged is what i mean..." you say and he places a hand on his own chest.

bill snorts and smacks your back. you chuckle.

"you wound me, y/n." he makes googly eyes.

"oh, do you want a magical kiss to make it better?" his eyes light-up. he wraps his arms around your waist and knees down.

"oh yes, a kiss from the most beautiful damsel would do it!" he makes a terrible british accent. you turn to him, laughing. he makes kissy faces your way.

"get up, you moron!"

"c'mon, doll!"