The Bunnies and the Wolves

The real Henry Bowers. The real Patrick Hockstetter.

Henry's POV.

I sat still staring at a picture of mom I kept hidden under my mattress. I miss her more than anything in this world. Whenever I think of my mom my mind drifts to Lilliana and whenever I think of Lilliana my mind drifts too my mom. Lilliana could take care of me and I could take care of her. I wouldn't let anyone else hurt her. I want to be the only one to touch her... to hold her... I want to own her and keep her forever.

I quietly lifted up my mattress and put my mother's picture under my mattress. Lilliana and her family members shouldn't be home today... perfect!

I walked downstairs and left the house without saying a word to my father. I know he wants to beat me after that meeting. He wouldn't stop calling me a nigger lover in the car. I walked down the dirt road with a mission. I walked through Derry township and noticed the stares I got. I couldn't blame them. My famous mullet was gone and instead of my normal baggy clothes I wore one of my hand me down dress shirts and dark blue ironed pants. I guess no one would've ever thought.

I walked until I got to the me street. Then I saw it. Lilliana's home. I snuck too their backyard then climbed a tree into an empty room. I looked around carefully with a mission until I came across the twins room. I slipped in and took in the sight.

Lilliana and Martins desk were quite similar with the homework and other small projects. Their closet was a mixture of dresses and suites and other matching outfit.

"Do they always have to match?" I muttered to myself.

I then dug through a small drawer. Then he found something he thought he'd never see. Pretty pink lacy panties.

"I thought her underwear would be more... vanilla." I whispered.

I grabbed her pink panties and a pair of blue ones as well then removed myself from their home. I walked home with my two new treasures deep within my pockets.

I wonder... does she always wear lace? Or does she do it occasionally? Fuck! I'm getting hard. I was soon snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Patrick hockstetter.

"Time to put my plan in motion." I whispered.

"Hockstetter. We need to talk." I said with authority.

"I don't answer to ya anymore bowers. You're so pathetic." Patrick laughed in my face.

I pulled out my knife.

"You think this new look changes much cause it don't. I'm still Henry Bowers. I just have to get what I want in a... more calculated way." I replied smoothly.

I looked at Patrick's emotionless face and then he smirked and me.

With a snarky smirk he said "Lead the way Bowers."

So I lead him into the forest.

"You and i want something very similar." I began.

"I see the way you look at Martin. You're basically raping him with you're eyes. If you want him then you and I need to work together." I said in a hushed voice.

Patrick's POV

"What the fuck would you get out of this bowers?" I relied threateningly.

"Lilliana." He whispered.

I could bet help but to break into hysterical laughter.

"She wouldn't go with you even if you gave her a fuck ton of cash! Besides in quotes you said "I can't stand that filthy nigger whore!" So what changed?" I laughed.