It: New Kid on the Block

Chapter 12: Neibolt Street

(A/N: Inspired by something really interesting I read on tumblr today)

As we all rode to Neibolt Street, at one point Bev screamed, "Mike!" A kid on the street, tall but not towering turned around. He had a basket full of meat and one of those guns you shoot sheep with on his belt. "Bev?" he asked, running towards us. Holy mother of Thoth, that's homeschool. Mike Hanlon. "It's back. We're skipping school and going to Neibolt." said Eddie. Mike sighed. "I'll meet you there." 

Once we arrived at Neibolt, I was ready to head right in, but everyone froze. "What arer you waiting for?" I asked. Bill stood there. "We have to do this. You promised." One by one they joined me, except Stan. He was like that one Isrealite that didn't want to join the Exodus.

"Stan. I'll be with you. Come on." I said. "I can't do it Kennedy. I just can't." he said, starting to tear up. None of them ever called me Kennedy. Not until now. "Yes, you can." I said, grabbing the hand I could see the cut was on. "Do it for me. Trust me, I'd follow you to the depths of hell. If you can't follow me into this house, I don't know what promise this scar is keeping." He looked me right in the eyes, downright sobbing. "Please, Stan." I gripped his hand tighter. "I'm right here. Do it for me." He finally followed me in.

We walked in an the door shut behind us. We were trapped, for now at least.. As they walked on I heard a voice call after me. They left me behind not noticing I wasn't with them "Sara." I heard Stan say. He wasn't anywhere near me. No one was. "Over hear." he said, showing his hand in the door frame. "What do you want?" I said. I sounded aggrevated, mostly because I was. I moved away from that shit hole you call a city for a better life, and now I'm fighting a demon. "Oh, so you drag me into this hellhole and now you're going to be a bitch to me? Typical." he said. "I thought we were over this." "You did? Then your fucking mistaken. This whole thing is bullshit. You think It's back? Bullshit." he said. His voice started growing louder, and louder with every syllable. It made me want to curl in a ball and die. "Honestly, I should have left you to die at the Quarry, then we'd be good." "Sara!" I heard Richie yell behind me. "It's not Stan! It's-" before he could choke it out, "Stan" began to become a deformed demon, taking the shape of a clown. "SHIT!" I yelled, grabbing a metal pole. I flung it around hitting him on the head, knocking him out. "What do we do?" asked Beverly. "RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES!" I screamed, running out the house. I saw Stan, standing there, terrified. Paralyzed in fear, he tried to move as the clown flew towards him. "Stanley!" I yelled, grabbing his hand and running. 

We ran out, and I clung to Richie in terror. I just saw my best friend tell me it's my fault we're all going to die. I'm not in the most comforting spot.