Daughter of Pennywise

The Apocalyptic Rock Fight

I was standing outside Beverly's apartment building, watching Richie stand guard. I don't know what drove me to crouch in the bushes until my legs were numb. It wasn't "Jim", as I'd decided to call the feeling in my chest. Nor was I told to by anyone. I just was.

I jumped slightly as Stan, Billy, Ben, Eddie and Beverly herself pounded down the fire escape. I crept behind them as they began walking their bikes down the street. Richie pedaled around them while loudly complaining about being their doorman.

After a couple minutes they all stopped at something Bill said. Cautiously I crept foreword a few steps ears straining. Before I got the courage to creep any further forward, they dropped their bikes. Stan took a few more seconds to set up his kickstand before running after the other losers and into the woods.

I straightened and stepped from the bushes, dumbfounded. I pulled myself towards the bikes, they had so foolishly left in the middle of the road, and looked towards where they had disappeared. I recognized Belch's blue trans am and saw a bike laying in the grass nearby.

I paced to the foreign bike and picked up a pink wrapped package from it's basket. Realizing what it was, I dropped the meat and sprinted towards where "Jim" was suddenly nudging me. I heard shouts of "Eat it!" and "Eat that meat!" as I got closer to the sound of the river. I ducked behind a tree and peered around the trunk. The strong scent of fear stinging my nose.

Patrick was no where to be found, but the rest of the Bowers' gang had the owner of the bike pinned on the ground. One of the pink parcels was open and lying on the rocks as they tried to force the dark skinned boy's head down. If Belch looked up. Or if Vic or Henry turned around. They would easily see my hooded figure watching them. The risk was oddly exciting.

The boy and I saw him at the exact same time. My father only had eyes for Henry's victim as he waved. It took me a moment to realize that Pennywise was holding a severed hand. As I stared at my bloody sire something tried to click in my brain.

An image flashed like a lightening strike through my brain. I grabbed it and tried to wrestled it back into focus. It continued to flicker like an old lightbulb, but I saw enough before I let it fade away.

It was our Christmas tree. But instead of the lush pine needles I remember it was made of small bones. Why are the bones so small? My mind fought to flip a switch, but I shook it away.

I looked from the spot Pennywise had vacated as a loud splash came from the river. The new boy was dragging himself across the river. On the opposite bank stood the losers. Beverly was in a throwing stance and when Henry pushed himself to his feet, I could just make out the blood on his temple. I gasped in shock as my stomach rumbled hungrily. The heady scent of blood and a hint of fear making me sniff the air like a blood hound.

Richie screamed the words "ROCK WAR!!" and I couldn't stop the crazed laughter that echoed up from my core as the fight began. Luckily everyone was too busy to notice.

Rocks whistled past me from being thrown to high. I barely noticed as my knees began to buckle and my sides began to ache from the unstoppable tide of giggles.

I clamped a hand over my mouth as Vic, then Belch ran past my clump of bushes.

"Go blow your dad you mullet wearing asshole!"

I stood behind my tree, as Richie flipped off a stunned Henry. I felt a twinge if pity and guilt, as Henry struggled to pick himself off the ground. I shrank back into the shadows as he stumbled up the hill past me.

"Jim" tugged at me and I followed. Already knowing I was headed towards a storm drain.

Sry for the delay. I been busy.