Daughter of Pennywise

Ending-What I've Always Been

I landed behind my father and the losers looked at me in horror as I picked up a short and heavy pole.

Pennywise turned to me, a smile lighting up his face. I grimaced and shook my head. "Ezra!" Beverly's voice was high and scared.

I ignored her and hefted the pole. "This is wrong." My father's smile faded. "Sorry Dad."

I swung the pole, hard. It hit the side of my dad's head with a sickening thud. Mike leaped forward with a spike, but a hands reached from the depths of my father's mouth to hold him back.

The fight became a dance. Whenever Pennywise turned to torment another loser someone else would hit him from behind. Pennywise's head seemed to be spinning with all the different forms he seemed to be taking and I realized it was the losers worst fears.

But they didn't back down and neither did I. When the monster that was my father turned to me it was my cousin Emma's horrified face staring at me.

"You're the devil!" Her high pitched voice screamed, even as Pennywise's real voice giggled.

I smiled. "No I'm not. You are." My pipe cracked against his skull and he stumbled away, partially in shock.

After a few more good whacks he was on the ground. Bill and I locked eyes and a moment of understanding passed between us, even we lunged forward with our respected weapons.

My father began to choke and gag before a stream of vomit covered Eddie. Eddie gagged and spit before screaming. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

Eddie sent his foot into Pennywise's face and the monster toppled back. He looked up at Beverly, using the face of a man I didn't recognize. "Hey Bevie. Are you still my little-gah!"

Beverly slammed her spike down his throat, and white and red slowly spread over the face like a disease.

Pennywise choked out the spike and began to back away, gasping for air. Reminding of what felt like years ago, Eddie backing away from him in the neibolt house. "My, my the tables have turned." I muttered under my breath. 

Pennywise must have heard me, because his golden eyes looked into mine. I wondered what color mine were. Then I didn't have to wonder. They were purple. My color of power.

Pennywise began to tremble and whimper, I resisted the urge to laugh. Bill stepped towards him. "That's why you didn't kill Beverly, because sh-sh-she wasn't afraid. We-we aren't either. Not anymore. Now you're the one whose afraid. Because you're gonna starve." Bill looked at me. "And one of the few things you seem to care about picked the right side."

I smiled ruefully at him. My eyes flicked back to my father. "Bye Dad."

Pennywise flipped over, abruptly. Hanging onto the edge of a deep black hole by only his gloved finger tips. He began to mutter. "He thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts."

Stan handed his piece of pipe to Bill. Cracks began to appear in my father's forehead. As Bill stepped towards him Pennywise slid farther into the hole.

Bill hefted the pipe, ready to end it. But as we watched bits and pieces of head and brain began to float away from Pennywise's head.

Bill lowered the pipe in surprise and I felt my own eyes widen. Pennywise uttered one last word. "Fear." And dropped into the hole.

We backed away from the hole and Bill dropped the pipe with a clang. I looked past him. A yellow rain slicker was draped over a kids trike. I didn't have to look further. My sixth sense. The monster in me. I knew it was Georgie's.

Bill kneeled down, lifted it up and read the tag. His lower lip trembled and he began to cry. As I watched, the losers gathered around him in a silent support.

I began to walk away when Ben held his hand out to me. His eyes said more than words could. You're one of us now.

I took his hand and placed my other one on Bill's shoulder blade. Letting him have the support I'd always needed.