Losers Club fanfics

StanleyxBen

I was walking down the street minding my own business when suddenly I was tackled to the ground. I felt the air leave my lungs as my head snapped back on the rough sidewalk, forcing a cry from my lips.
"Well well, look here at the little fag," I heard a voice growl from above me.
I felt my chest tighten as I realized it was Henry Bowers and his best friend Belch.
"Henry, just leave me alone for once-"
I felt his foot in my rib cage, and I groaned in pain.
"Don't speak to me, you filthy faggot!" He snarled.
He pulled me up by the collar of my sweater, pinning me against the street lamp. I struggled weakly, knowing there was no way he would let me go.
Shaking, I watched Henry pull his five inch blade from his back pocket. I began to scream.
"No no! Somebody help me!"
"Belch!" Henry hissed. "Shut him up!"
Belch followed Henry's order, and slugged me across the face. He took that moment to stuff what tasted like a dirty sock in my mouth.
I struggled harder as I felt the blade be pushed slowly into my lower abdomen. Tears began to pour down my face as the knife traveled deeper.
I screamed in pain through the sock, struggling harder to get away. I could feel my own blood begin running down the waistband of my jeans and down my legs.
I gagged behind the sock, and choked. For a few antagonizing moments, I couldn't get any air at all. Finally, I was able to breathe again.
     I opened my eyes, only to see both Belch and Henry smiling cruelly at me.
     "Hold him Belch, don't let him go," Henry ordered.
     Belch did as he was told, taking over Henry's earlier position.
     Henry's hand travelled up to my hair, twisting and pulling it.
      "How bout a haircut fag?" He asked me.
     "N-no," I whimpered.
     He pulled my hair tighter and I cried out. Before I knew it, Henry had pressed his lips against mine. Hard.
     He bit hard at my lips, and eventually broke the skin. Belch moved out of his way, letting Henry continue to violate me.
     Henry was now back in his earlier position, pinning me to the streetlamp. One of his hands were still in my hair, but I could feel the other making it's way down to the waistband of my jeans. I felt his hand in my hair.
     (His teeth biting into my bottom lip).
     And his hand at my waist, gently tugging at my jeans.
     "Stop!" I screamed, surprising myself, and Henry and Belch.
     "What did you say?" Henry almost growled.
     I began to shake, knowing that Henry knew what I'd said.
      He placed the knife at the top of my skull, and pulled my hair tightly.
     "I guess it's haircut time then fag," Henry snarled.
     I gasped in pain as I felt my scalp be cut open, then proceeded to freak out. I jerked my body backwards, causing the blade to slip and cut a deep gash from the top of my eyebrow to the middle of my cheek.
     I cried out in pain, slipping out of Henry's shocked grasp.
     Blood poured down my face and I began to sob. I knew there would be a scar once it healed.
     I felt someone grab me from behind, securing my hands tightly behind my back.
     "Henry, we-we gotta kill him... he knows it was us... we could get in trouble!" I heard Belch cry from behind me.
     "I-I won't t-tell!" I panted.
      I watched as Henry walked up to me, his blade glimmering in the light.
     Just as Henry's blade reached my neck, a voice rang out.
     "Leave him alone!"
     The three of us looked around, but saw nobody. Henry turned back around, only to be hit in the head with a large rock.
     "I said leave him alone!"
     "Fuck off buddy!" Henry shouted.
     Multiple rocks came flying now, hitting the two boys hard. Henry dropped me, and i crumpled to the ground, curling up into a ball.
     I heard footsteps coming towards me and I cringed, fearing the worst.
      "Oh god Stanley are you ok?!" A panicked voice asked.
     I forced my eyes open, looking up to see Ben. I let out a muffled sob, covering my face gingerly with my hands.
     "Thank you," was all I could manage to mutter before darkness overtook me.