IT: Chapter II - It Ends

The call

This chapter will be in multiple point of views. Just letting you guys know :)

Nighttime, Derry

Mike's Pov

I had arrived at the scene. Two people were killed tonight. No one knew who it could've been but it wasn't an accident. It was murder. I saw blood and there was a lot of it. But that wasn't everything.

When I was looking around, trying to figure out what had happened, I found a popped balloon. Red ones with 'I <3 Derry' on it. So, I picked it up and saw it. There was written something on the underside of the bridge in blood. It had to be blood. And there was a lot of it because it repeated just one sentence over and over again. Three times. It said:,,COME HOME". My heart started beating faster and I knew what it was and meant. IT was back and it was time.

I ran back home immediately and grabbed my notebook. This was the day that I had been waiting for these past 27 years. I was looking for answers everyday since we split up and I got them. And now... now it was time to get the group back together.

I had written this in my notebook before I flipped the pages.,,Where did I write them?",I asked myself, as I was looking for the numbers of my old friends. Yes, I was talking about the Losers Club. We had to get back together because Pennywise was back. I was the only one who hadn't forgotten our promise and so, I had to be the one who got us back together. For 27 years, I had been stuck here because of this one fucking clown! But now, I had to get help and when I finally found the numbers, I started to dial the first one. It was Bill. 

Bill's Pov
I had a blockade. So here was this: I was an author who wrote books which were filmed. The problem was that the director wanted an alternative ending and I had no idea what I should write. Plus, why change it? Not everything had or has happy endings. And now, here I was, sitting in front of my laptop in my trailer with my arms crossed in front of my chest, trying to figure out what the hell I should write.

A sudden knock ripped me out of my thoughts. I quickly let my glasses fall back onto my face and scotted a little forward, so that it seemed as if I were typing things in. A crew-member came in and said:,,Mr. Denbrough? They need you on set." I sighed and followed her with my notebook to the set. Once inside, I walked towards my wife which was only now informed that I was here.

,,Hey, do you have the pages?",she asked me. Before I could've answered, the director or producer came down and said:,,My friend. A film needs an ending. You do know that, right?" I looked at him with a puzzled look.,,Oh yeah.",I replied.,,You said that you needed another day to finish the pages and we're shooting the scenes tonight.",my wife told me and of course I knew that. I wasn't that stupid. But then came the discussing about my ending. Everyone seemed to like my books but hated the endings. Oh, sorry for all of you who can't live with the truth! There wouldn't always be happy endings! And in the end, I might've overreacted and made my wife mad at me. Today was just a disaster.

Which was why, I left the set to go back to my trailer. Not only because of that but also because someone was calling me. I answered:,,Hello?",,Bill Denbrough? It's Mike.",the other person said. Mike? I didn't know a Mike.,,Mike who?",I inquired, walking closer to my trailer.,,Mike Hanlon. From Derry.",he told me and a sudden pain in my left had started. I looked at my hand and saw the scar. Over these years, I always wondered where I had gotten it from. So, I winced and kept looking at it. Even when Mike said:,,You need to come home." Whatever this was, I didn't know what just happened.

Mike's Pov
After talking to Bill and telling him to come here tomorrow, I dialed the next number and put a check behind Bill's name. The next person I called was Eddie.