CHAPTER ELEVEN. theone with bowers warnings : fighting, mentions of blood & guns
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ASHLEY HARP FELT like the world was closing in on her. It. It got Beverly. It laid It's disgusting hands on her. That wasn't supposed to happened. It should've never happened. Ash should've been there to help.
But she wasn't, so she had to help now instead.
Ashley was biking her way to Niebolt next to the rest of the Losers. They were moving all too fast, but Ash didn't care. Beverly. Was the only word running through her mind.
As they finally pulled up to the torn down building, after what felt like a year.
Ash threw her bike on the ground as the others did the sane. Bill began to walk up towards the rundown house, and Ash followed right behind.
"Guys, spikes." Bill said. The group stopped as he did, and from the corner of her eye, she could see Eddie take off his fannypack and throw it.
Ash was close to letting worry ( and fear ) overtake her. They needed to hurry up. They needed to find Beverly.
Her eyes wandered over to Richie, who was picking up a rusty glass bottle. She furrowed her eyebrows, before watching the boy completely shatter it, which caught everyone else's attention.
Bill shook his head, before standing up and slinging the backpack over his shoulder. He walked up the stairs that were falling apart, and Ash followed him, the others behind her, Stan at the end.
Bill slowly pushed open the door, ot creaking loudly. He wandered in, shining the flashlight in his hands.
Ashley's eyes scanned over the place. It was all too familiar. She hated that the most. Everyone walked in silently, the only sounds being heavy breathing and their footsteps. Ben was the first to speak up.
"Stan?" The boy spoke in a more questioning tone.
Stan.
God, Stan. Something about that boy. He seemed like the type who didn't bend. He seemed like the type who broke.
Everyone turned around to face the door. Stan stood outside the doorway, eyes focused on the ground below.
"Stan, we all have to go." Bill spoke up inching closer, "Beh-Beh-Beverly was right. If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one."
Stan's eyes moved forward. His mouth said nothing, but his eyes? They told a whole story.
"But if we st-stick together, all of us, we'll win." Bill continued, "I promise."
Once again, no words came from Stan, but he stepped into the old house.
Ash took a deep breath, before Bill continued walking. He led the group towards another set of stairs. Down the stairs led to a room with a well in the center.
"Hey, Eddie. Got a quarter?" Richie attempted to joke. Any other day, Ashley would've laughed, but today, she kept silent and stared at the well.
"I wouldn't wanna make a wish in that fucking thing." Eddie responded, as the group shined their flashlights down. The well seemed like it never ended.
"Beverly?" Ben shouted down, the sounds echoing.
"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike questioned.
"No fucking clue, but we better find a way. And fast." Ashley responded, staring down the abyss of darkness
Bull turned around, shining his flashlight directly on a rope. Perfect.
Only five minutes later, the group was tossing the rope down the well. Bill went down first, followed by Ash, then Eddie. Ash stopped at a tunnel like entrance, where Bill already was, waiting for everyone else. Richie was after Eddie, then Stan.
As they waited for Mike, who was about to start going down, they heard a shout of pain, then the sound of something hitting the ground.
"Mike!" Ash shouted.
"Mike!" Stan this time- "Are you okay?"
"Bowers." Richie said, and Ashley froze with fear. She looked up, and Henry Bowers was towering over the well, blood splattered.
"Mike. Fuck." Eddie said, voice coming out as more of a whimper.
Bowers began laughing. A sound that, to Ashley's ears, was like nails on a chalkboard.
"Mike!" Bill yelled once again.
"Where is he?" Ben asked.
Richie mumbled something along the lines of "we're next", but Ashley couldn't hear it very well.
He said that just in time for envy to start grabbing and pulling up the rope.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Stanley exclaimed, "Grab it!"
"Get the rope, get the rope!" Eddie shouted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ashley yelled as the rope slipped from her hands and up towards the top.
"Oh, shit." Bill murmured.
Bill and Richie tried yelling for Mike once again, but it was no use.
