I hop off my bike, walking through the gates, approaching the house. "Guys, spikes." From the corner of my eye, I see Eddie take his fanny pack off making me look over. He throws it as far as he can, looking over at me. I nod, before pulling my gun out and making sure it's loaded. I hear something shatter making me look over to see Richie looking at the tiny piece of a glass bottle. He tosses it aside, making me chuckle weakly.
"Are you sure you wanna do this," Eddie asks making me look over at him again.
"Yeah... She's my friend too," I sigh. He nods, and we slowly head up the stairs.
"Wait, before we go in, I just... I wanna do one thing," Eddie says.
"What," I ask. He slowly leans in, pressing his lips against mine and kissing me softly. I kiss back, and after a couple of seconds, we break apart.
"Holy shit," Richie says. I smile weakly, before turning towards the door. I open it up, walking inside. "Stan," I hear Ben ask making me look back to see Stan still standing on the porch outside.
"Stan, we all have to go. B-Beverly was right. If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one" Bill says.
"But if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise," I assure him, holding out my hand. He nods, taking it and stepping inside. I lead him over to us, letting his hand go.
We make our way downstairs, and I slowly approach the well. "Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter," Richie asks.
"I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing," Eddie replies. We shine our flashlights down the well, when Ben speaks.
"Beverly," He calls down the well.
"How are we supposed to get down there," Mike questions. I glance around, when I spot some rope lying on the floor. I walk over to it and grab it, before handing it over to Bill and Mike.
They finish attaching it, before Bill slowly steps up onto the side of the well, grabbing the rope. He steadies himself, as he heads down the rope. Eddie steps forwards, but before he steps up onto the well, I grab his t-shirt, pulling him towards me and kissing him. "Be careful." He gives me a smile, nodding. He steps up onto the well and grabs onto the rope. I watch as he starts to climb down, before Richie goes next.
One at a time, everyone climbs down, leaving just me and Mike. "Alright, here we go," I sigh, when all of a sudden, Mike exclaims in pain making me spin around.
My eyes widen when I see Henry Bowers standing over him, covered in blood.
"Mike! Danielle," I hear everyone shout from below.
"You guys okay," Stan shouts, as Bowers slowly turns around to look at me.
Fuck. I should've kept my gun on me. I gave it to Bill earlier in case there was something down there to greet him.
"Stay the fuck away from me," I snap, as he starts to round the well. I back away from him, when he lurches towards me. My back hits the wall and he grabs my throat. "Let... go," I choke out, as he drags me over to the well. He bends me over backwards, still holding onto my throat.
"Bowers..," Richie says.
"NO," Eddie shouts in anger. I kick and punch, trying to do anything to get him to stop choking me.
I finally am able to use enough strength in me to punch him directly in the throat, knocking the air out of him. His grip loosens, and I push him off me, standing back up. "Get him, Danielle," Everyone shouts from below. I take a deep breath, when I see Henry trying to catch his breath.
I rush over to Mike's gun, when Bowers grabs my ponytail making me exclaim in pain. He pulls my head back, as he reaches down and grabs Mike's gun. "Please...," I beg, as he presses it against my throat.
From the corner of my eye, I see Mike standing up. He rushes over to us, knocking the gun out of Bowers hand and hits him upside the head with a rock. He backs off me, and I spin around, clenching my fists. I dash towards him, pushing him as hard as I can into the well. Mike rushes over to the well, and we watch Bowers plummet down to the bottom. "Holy shit," Richie exclaims.
"Oh my--," Bill starts.
"Danielle, Mike," Eddie exclaims.
"I'm okay," I assure him.
"Me too," Mike says. They all exhale in relief, and I wipe the blood away from my lip.
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Fear
FanfictionFear. It's a dangerous thing. It takes even the best of people and causes them to do unimaginable things, things they wouldn't have done before they were fearful. Fear is something we create in our minds. It's something that the brain is telling us...