Your Truth Lies Down Here: Volume 1 [1990 Pennywise Fan-fiction]

Queen of Hearts

      Robingirll is the author who helped me develope this idea, because I was stuck on how to introduce the next series of events in the story. So, thank you so much!!

"He puts the gun to her head
She tells him everything
Her voice is haunted like a dream
He sews the crack in his heart
Before he tears her apart
In the basement underneath
He says,

Never say no to me

He burns her high school pictures
And buries old dreams
He reads her diary once more
He cleans the tears from her eyes
He still can't stand to see her cry
Her face is broken and sore
He says,

Never say no to me"

       Once upon a time, a cluster of light had dissipated from it's macroverse and appeared suddenly in the universe.

        And, to a hide from his one and only predator, he crash down on a life graced  globe, that he found was later called......

    Earth.

        The male terrestrial light form soon dimmed, allowing it to hide away for centuries of hibernation.

        When those centuries passed, the light brightened, but it was met with a deep, dark hunger.

         He didn't know what it was, but to him, the smell was irresistible. It was the animals, the "viruses" that were dislodged from the old turtles aching stomach. 

       He took great care in observing, and practicing to imitate these so called "Human's" behaviours and looks.

         But one thing these humans had in store caught his attention.   
  
         An inevitable response to unknown or predatory actions and behaviours. He came to know this as......Fear.

     So he entered the soft, feeble minds of the humans to see what triggers the most intense reaction.

      And he preyed, creating a game out of his method. He enjoyed his new game.

      But as years passed, hibernation after hibernation, the creature began to feel as if it wasn't as fun anymore. He found himself longing to play the game with another.

      He had thought about capturing a human, and forcing them to stay with them, but their existence was brief and would Vanish within a blink of an eye in his perspective.

    That's when he chose to make you.

         Silver Willow Rose.

         Extracting a part of his own source, deadlights, and morph it in to a separate being, just like him.

       But though you were made, you seemed to lack the ability to take a form, just as he had.

        This had frusterated him deeply, as he thought it was a lost cause then and there.

       But he had an idea, though he wasn't sure it would go through.
 
       Another human would be involved after all.

       He had infact captured a human, and proceeded to shove the new being inside, allowing it to intertwine with the mere human soul.

       But alas, to his dismay you died a few days later.

       He was thouroughly upset with the outcome, and lashed out. As an outcome, no human was left alive in the city in which he resided under.

       He went into hibernation, and as years passed humanity once again flourished in the small town.

        And he was awoken a pulling feeling. An ache, perhaps an unfilled hole. He knew something was absent, and he knew exactly what it was.

         That small part of him still lived on, and he needed to find it in order to feel complete once again.

          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

         
     Silver awoke with a  deep gasp, as she felt herself lift up off the ground, with a burning pressure around her throat. The pain continued to get worse in her lungs.

      There was a blinding white light, and a voice that seemed to call out from the source, though she couldn't decipher what was being said.

       She began to feel tired, and weakened. It was almost like she was being hypnotized.
    
        But then she felt her body slam to the ground as a growl echoed off the walls of the Derry sewers.

She felt like nothing...................floating.