love ; bill denbrough

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Cass

"What if we kill you first?"

And with that, Bill took the first hit with a house brick that I'd assumed he found on the floor of the pit. Shockingly, he didn't miss. Within the blink of an eye, Pennywise was Georgie again, staring up at Bill with a gash in his forehead from the brick just thrown. 

He wasn't going to use our weaknesses against us. 

"It's not him, Bill." I reassured. He knew that, and so again, he threw any debris he could get his hands on at the clown. He morphed plenty of times after that into each of our fears. Bev's father, my Teddy, Eddie's leper. It was a ridiculous tactic to try and scare us away, because he only fuelled the already blazing fires of our desperate need for revenge. For closure and for peace. It wasn't going to work.

So as he morphed backwards and forwards, trying every trick he could, we assaulted him with just about anything. Bricks, toys, old children's toys, even fists if he came close enough. We had not defeated him, but we had tired him out. In one final desperate attempt to regain power of the situaton, Pennywise became Georgie again. Pale faced, dismayed looking Georgie was right infront of Bill now. A total blunder, this didn't weaken Bill at all, in fact it angered him to no end when he thought about Pennywise using his brothers form to commit atrocities. He wondered how many times Pennywise had used Georgie to lure other children to their own twisted fate, as he himself had faced before them. So, he knelt down in front of the boy, tears spilling, heart weeping, and he shot him. Right between the eyes.

Georgie crawled to the well, begging Bill not to hurt him again. He cried out his brothers name, only for Bill to follow him and shoot again. Us losers followed slowly after him. He crawled faster, a clear attempt to retreat and recuperate, Bill had again realised this. He delivered a brutal, bone crunching kick straight to his ribs, which is what forced him into the well. He was weak.

"Billy." Georgie pouted. "Please." He held on, knuckles white, desperate to not fall into the well. I reached behind me for Richie's pole, and passed it forward to Bill. The final, gut-wrenching, vomit inducing scene that I saw before I closed my eyes was Bill, forcing the metal pole through Georgie's throat with all his might. "You could never be him." Bill stated. I opened my eyes to see him, my back turned from the macabre scene, he was oddly calm and wholeheartedly certain. He wasn't the slightest bit shaken, for the first time, he actually looked content. 

He lifted his right converse clad shoe in the air, kicking young Georgie, who was now showing remnants of his porcelain white skin from clown form, right in the face. Before he fell to his ultimate demise, he pulled the pole from his own throat in a desperate attempt to fight back, but he was weak, too weak.

At least that's what I thought... 

I felt a sharp searing pain hit my lower left abdomen from behind. Me, he'd stabbed me. My jaw dropped, head falling forward as I doubled over, to my surprise I grabbed the pole from the front, it had gone through clean.

Pennywise fell, screaming on the way down, the scream slowly but surely changed into the voice we'd all come to despise. He was gone. And there we all stayed for a silent moment. We, oddly, weren't all leaping at the chance to leave. It was as if time had frozen, and everyone only stared at me, wide eyed in disbelief.

Then time began again, I felt myself slipping and Bill leaped forward, grabbing me in his arms. He was on his knees now, cradling my body. In an instant, my body was slick with cold sweat. "We did it." I smiled, my eyes filling with tears, tears that wouldn't fall due to the fact that my head was thrown back, staring at my friends tear streaked faces as if a patient on a surgery table.