Second Denbrough //IT

Prologue

"Billy, are you almost finished?" our younger brother asked, as Bill sat with his legs crossed on the wooden bed, forehead creased in concentration, folding the paper boat. Glue was layered over cracks, then cut, and layered again. Precision was key. Georgie still had a lot to learn about the word 'patience'.

However, when my twin finally finished coating the boat with a sheen, and writing the words 'HMS Georgie' on the side in black pen, my little brothers eyes shone with awe.
"It's so coolll.." he whispered, taking the now fully formed boat to admire it. Bill game a small smile, coughing weakly from his cold,
"Sh-she, Georgie. Boats are a-always called she."

The 6 year old laughed, miming the paper zooming through the air, then stopping to put on his yellow raincoat. I stood up from the bed where I was sat and gently pulled up his hood,
"You be careful, okay?"
He gave a solemn nod, then wrapped me a hug, his torso huddling against my jumper as he nodded.
"I will, Aidan."

Then, he let go of me, running to Bill and hugging him too,
"Get well soon, Billy!"
He smiled down at him, mussing up his mottled brown hair,
"O-Okay Georg-gie."
Then, with a smile more innocent than anything I had seen before, our younger brother ran out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the steps, the front door closing behind him.
Gone.

Instantly, Bill sat up and got out of bed, the facade of illness completely gone. Sighing and shaking my head, yet still keeping a smile, I went to the window, watching the yellow blur chase the paper boat down the road.
"Don't you feel bad?" I asked, tucking a strand of my short, dark brown hair behind my ear.

"About wh-what?" He looked to me, puzzled. Then, a shadow of guilt crossed his face as he thought about what he'd done. My twin brother wasn't really ill. He just didn't want to.. Didn't want to play like a child with Georgie. We had thought of the plan together; Bill would have a cold and I would be 'taking care of him'.
"You know what I mean." I replied, sighing again, "Maybe I should go check on him, see if he's okay. He's only a kid."

Bill tried to protest, but I was already out of the room, grabbing my umbrella as I jogged down the stairs. After putting my boots on, I was outside on the lawn, freezing despite my mustard yellow, woolly jumper, the rain pattering down on the flimsy blue material above me.
"Georgie?!" I shouted, making my way down the path, "Georgie, are you out here?!"

He's probably just on the other block, I thought, staring down the road and seeing nothing, Or sheltering under a tree somewhere.
Still, I couldn't stop myself from worrying. A 6 year old! Out in this weather, with nothing but a paper boat! If before I was just walking, I was running now, shouting my little brothers name louder and louder. Then, my breath caught in my throat.
I stumbed.

Lain in a pile of blood by the side of a storm drain, was a torn sleeve of a yellow raincoat...

(A/N- Hey guys, just so you know, I probably won't update this loads because I'm pretty inactive on both of my accounts, but I hope you liked this first chapter!
Artie xxxx)