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THE PROJECTOR!
Once again the losers gathered in the Denbroughs garage. This time it was the late afternoon. After spending the better part of the morning at Veronica's, the group decided it was time to make the most of the recent development in the clown debacle, the sewers. Veronica felt better, not by much, but better nonetheless. The rims of her eyes were still tinged red, and her lips were cracked and dry. But crying was what she needed.
Mike and Bill had began to reset-up the projector while the others waited patiently to begin. They sat sporadically across the room, sitting in various chairs around the garage. Veronica had snagged a spot on the couch, letting her body to sink into the soft fabric. Eddie was quick to run and steal the spot next to her. Richie smirked at Eddie giving the boy a light blush impossible to see in the dark. Veronica let out a sigh when Bill began flicking through the slides of the Derry sewer system. Ben had provided his map, letting the group see the connection between the sewers and the town.
"Look," Bill said pointing at the streets Jackson and Witcherman. "Thats where g-ge-ge-georgie disappeared," he explained. A flash of pity crossed Veronica's face, before it was quickly wiped off. If she didn't want looks of pity, Bill probably didn't either. Her brown eyes looked at the map noticing that everything lined up. Bill pointed at more spots. "Thats the Iron Works and the Black Spot. Everywhere It happens its, its all connected by the sewers, and they all meet up at the-"
"The well house," Veronica and Ben concluded together, her brows pinching together.
"Its in the house on Neilbolt street," Stan noticed, leaning forward from his seat.
"You mean that creepy ass house were all the hobos and junkies like to sleep?" Richie asked. Suddenly Eddie reached in his bag for his inhaler. Numbly his fingers grasped the plague object. He quickly took it out, taking a large puff from it. Veronica placed her hand on his back in an attempt to calm his nerves. Her touch felt like hot fire to him, sending a burning sensation throughout his entire back, yet in someway it comforted him.
"I hate that place. It always feels like its watching me," Bev explained as she shuddered uncontrollably.
"That's where I saw It! That's where I saw the clown." Eddie's voice shook as he gasped for air once again.
"That-thats here It lives," Bill stated with full confidence at his conclusion. Eddie took another hit from his inhaler. His face drastically turning paler and clammy by the minute.
"Eds, you alright?" Veronica asked him in a hushed whisper. The boy violently shook his head no. She bit her lip before hesitatingly wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
