Denial ~ A Reddie Fanfic

Chapter 7

Richie POV

Out of nowhere, Eddie passes out and I grab onto him to keep him from tumbling onto the floor.

"Mike, what's wrong with him?" I ask, but I don't get an answer. I set Eddie down on the couch and turn to Mike, who is holding a baseball bat.

"Get away from him!" He yells at me, and I jump up and move to the other side of the room.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"You're not gonna play tricks on us again!" He yells, and I see Stan, Bill and Beverly walk in the open front door behind him.

"Mike, what the fuck is going on?" Stan asks, looking between Eddie passed out on the couch and Mike in an attack position with the baseball bat. He doesn't take his eyes off of me, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Mike, p- put the b- b- bat down. It's j- just Richie." Bill says, grabbing Mike's shoulder. He slowly lowers the bat and turns to Bill. As soon as the threat is gone, I walk back over to Eddie who is now stirring.

"What just happened?" He asks. He looks at me and his eyes widen in fear. He starts to panic but I quickly try to calm him down.

"Shh, I'm not gonna hurt you Eds," I say, soothingly running a hand through his hair. He calms down after a second. Now that everything has calmed down, I notice the three cuts running down the side of his face.

"Eddie, who the hell did this to you?" I ask angrily, worry evident in my voice. He looks away.

"It was that fucking clown," Mike speaks up from behind us. He, Bill, Stan, and Beverly have stepped closer and Ben entered as well at some point.

"What clown?" Stan asks, looking around at everyone. As if on cue, a crash is heard from Mike's bathroom. Everyone looks at each other and Bill and Beverly run towards the noise. Everyone else follows except me and Eddie. I go to stand up, but Eddie grabs my arm. I realize that he passed out like literally a minute ago and must be pretty dizzy so I scoop him up into my arms and we follow after everyone else. We walk down the hallway and stop in the doorway to the bathroom. I let out a gasp out what I see. On the mirror are two words written in blood.

Where's Georgie?

I gasp and look at Bill, who has taken a step back.

"What d- does that mean?" He looks around. "Wh- what the fff- fuck does that mean?"

"We have to go. Now." Eddie says, and no one objects as we all head outside and hop on our bikes. It's started raining now, and Eddie rides on the back of my bike because he doesn't think he'd be able to ride on his own right now. I healed up pretty nicely, so I'm now able to move pretty normally without reopening the wound on my side. Eddie wraps his arms around me and we take off towards Bill's house, and we're about a street away when we hear a scream. Bill throws his bike down and sprints toward the sound.

"Billy!" A high voice screams, but I can't see anything because of the raindrops on my glasses. I hear Mike yelling, and the sound of something hitting something over and over again. I get off my bike and Eddie clutches onto me. I take off my glasses and tuck them into my pocket. I am barely able to make out Bill holding a small figure in a yellow jacket. I walk closer and can see that he is missing his right arm, and blood is pouring from where it used to be.

"Holy shit," I say, and turn over to see Mike halfway down the gutter, yelling. "Holy shit!" I grab him and pull him out, and I barely see the horrifying face of a paper white clown with red marks down his face before it backs away into the shadows.

"The fuck was that?" Stan yells, and Beverly is sobbing. Eddie is hugging me tightly but is completely silent. Georgie is screaming out in pain.

"It hurts Billy! It hurts so bad!" He cries. Bill picks him up and we all follow him to his house and he flings the door open. I faintly hear piano music, but it stops after a second.