Henry
Henry had had a bad day and the only thing he wanted to do was torment somebody. It didn't matter who it was as long as they were scared to death when he was finished with them. He leaned against the back wall of the school and watched Patrick play with his lighter. Belch and Victor had gotten detention and decided they would actually go today. Henry looked around for a victim to take his anger out on. None of the kids around him stuck out enough for him to mess with until he spotted a girl. She sat under a tree reading some kind of book and playing with her hair. He decided that she was his next victim and signaled for Patrick to follow him.
You sat under your favorite tree reading a book you had picked up from some kid. It was a good book and you were enjoying yourself until the one and only Henry Bowers stalked over with his head goon in tow. "Hey, there Little Miss, whatcha reading? Oh, I don't really care but you know, had to ask." He snatched the book from your clutch and tossed it to Patrick. "You know, I think you're adorable. Now, let's get started." Henry gripped your shoulders and slammed you against the tree. He positioned his left arm under your collar bone to keep you in position and brought his right hand to grip your chin between his thumb and fore finger. You started to get angrier and angrier but tried to keep your cool. "Well, baby doll, 'cat got your tongue'?" Patrick called from behind Henry. Henry turned his head to glare at Patrick and you took the opportunity to escape. You brought your knee up to Henry's crotch with as much force as you could muster. He doubled over and cried out, releasing you from his hold. You pushed him over and grabbed your book from Patrick before turning back to Henry. "Next time, mess with someone you could actually beat." You stepped over him and began walking home. "I'll get that girl, even if I die trying." Henry smirked and stood up.
Patrick
You walked home deciding to take a shortcut through the junkyard as you heard that it was an interesting route to take. You made it halfway through when you started to smell something really bad. You kept walking though as you were in an adventurous mood. You were about to walk toward the big white freezer where you thought the smell was coming from when you heard a noise. It sounded like a distressed animal so you hid behind a broken down car that was near you and the freezer. You watched in fear as Patrick Hockstetter walked straight to the freezer with a small cat in his arms. You watched as he pulled a knife out from behind the freezer and began cutting the cat up. You covered your mouth with both hands to keep from gasping, you watch as he holds the cat until the life drains from it's small body. He opened the freezer and you gasp a little loudly and fall backwards onto a pile of tin. You scrunch your face up as you see Patrick snap his head to look in your direction. You feel nothing as you see all the blood he has covering his face and shirt. He walks quickly over to you and grabs your wrist to pull you up. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He yells in your face as he drags you to the middle of the clearing. "I was just walking home." You quietly speak as your fear slowly subsides to let interest fill your body. "What's your fucking name?!" He asks loudly as he watches your facial expression change slightly. "What?" You become confused as you glance around him at the still open freezer full of dead animals. "Your Name! What is it?!" he shook you a little and your eyes fell back into sync with his. "(y/n). (y/n)(l/n). You're Patrick Hockstetter." you stumbled a little with your words as he looked surprised that you knew his name. He released your arm and told you to leave and that he'd find you later. You walked away but glanced back a final time and smiled despite every fiber in your body telling you not to.
Belch
You gripped your books to your chest and walked through the parking lot to find your friend's car. You went to where she usually parked but didn't see her car anywhere. You turned around to begin walking home when you felt yourself fly through the air and slam back onto the pavement, skidding a little before coming to a stop and feeling pain flow through your body. "Oh my God! Are you ok?! I'm sorry! I didn't see you I swear!" you faintly heard a male voice yell as he put his fingers on your neck to check your pulse. "Thank god! Ok, umm, man, you're pretty." he spoke to himself as he carefully picked you up bridal style and setting you in his car. Your vision kept fading in and out as he drove you to the hospital. You saw small glimpses of him and noticed a few key things. He had a hat on, he had brown hair, and he was handsome. He kept glancing your way to make sure you were still breathing but hadn't noticed that you kept gaining consciousness and losing it. You made it to the hospital and he parked, picked you up again, and ran in. "Help! she got hit by a car and I don't know if she's ok or not!" He cried out to the doctors as a nurse came over and looked over your body. "What happened? How fast was the car going? How hard did it hit her?" The nurse spoke quickly as they brought a gurney over and he laid you down on it gently. "I don't know, maybe 15 mph. I don't know, is she going to be okay?!" he yelled getting tired of all the questions. "I think she might be ok. But we have to run some tests just to be sure.
Three hours later, you sat up in the hospital bed and looked around, feeling sore and broken. You noticed that your arm was in a cast and splint. You tried to move a little more but it hurt too much so you slumped back down and thought. You closed your eyes and tried to remember exactly what happened to you. You heard the door squeak open and your eyes shot open. You saw a boy you kind of recognized, you watched as he dropped the cup he had been carrying in. "You're awake! You're awake! I'm so sorry for what I did! I didn't mean to. I just didn't see you." You interrupted his rambling with laughter. "I don't know who you are or what happened but you're cute, so I forgive you." You smiled at him and he smiled before explaining what had happened.
Victor
You had just started your first day of school in Derry. Your parents had moved you and your brother, Ben here after they had gotten new job offers. You were having a little trouble with the move as you had a reputation at your old school. You walked around not caring whether you were missing class or not. You were excited to be exploring the school grounds when you noticed a group of boys standing against a blue Trans-am. You decided to walk over and investigate, you wanted to make friends with some bad influences to make your parents reconsider moving to Derry. So you shook your hips as you walked, finally making it to the boys and you put your hand on your hip as it popped out. "So boys, how's life going for you?" You smirked at them as they burst out in laughter. "Doll, why don't you go try cheerleading? You aren't made to hang with us." A boy with an ugly mullet spoke rudely to you. "Wanna bet?" You snatched the knife the boy was playing with and held it in your hand. "Give that back! Right now!" Mullet boy yelled at you. You took the knife and twirled it between your fingers, "Maybe you should think again." You threw the knife in the boy's direction and it flew right by his face into a tree behind the Trans-am. You heard a collective gasp from the other boys, and Mullet boy went to grab his switch blade. "Hey, that was cool. Victor, Victor Criss, You know no one has ever done something like that to Henry. You can totally hang out with us whenever you want."
(A/N)
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