Continuation of the last chapter...
Richie's Pov
When I looked at it, the invitation said:,,In loving memory of Richard Tozier. 1979-2016." My eyes widened. The fuck?! This wasn't good!,,Did you miss me, Richie?",an all too familiar voice asked. I looked up and on the shoulder of Paul Bunyon was no one else than this motherfucking clown, himself!,,Oh, fuck!",I let out.,,'Cause I've missed you. No one wants to play with the clown anymore. Play a game with me, would ya?",It asked, sounding almost hurt. My heart was pounding inside of my rib cage. I was just frozen.,,How about Street Fighter? Oh, yes. You like that one, don't you? Or maybe Truth or Dare?",It went one, laughing like a maniac one second and the next being as serious as hell. My breathing became heavier.,,Jesus.",I mumbled, taking a step back.Suddenly, he was floating thanks to the balloons in his hand.,,Oh, you wouldn't want anyone to pick "truth" though, would ya, Richie?",Pennywise asked and I hated that he was right. How did he know all of this?! How?!,,You wouldn't want anyone to know what you're hiding.",he added before starting to sing:,,I know your secret. Your dirty, little secret!" And he repeated it as I backed off. I closed my eyes and told myself:,,This isn't happening. This isn't real. It isn't real. It isn't happening. It isn't real." That I repeated in my head a couple times. But when I opened my eyes, I saw that motherfucking clown coming at me. I screamed and ran away...
Bill's Pov
Okay, so, I had just bought my old bike back. It wasn't as good as it used to be but it did her job. She was still fast. I had so much fun riding it and that changed when I rode past my old house. There was this boy, Richie had screamed at yesterday. In the restaurant. That family was living in that house. Where my family used to live. Where... I shook my head and continued my way.Until, I got to the place where it all began. I got off of the bike, let it fall and just looked at it. It was his last place alive. I remembered that summer, when I was here...
Flashback
I had been out for a few hours. No one knew where I was and I wanted it to stay that way. However, I was already on my way back home. Did I care about getting home fast? No, I didn't and I had taken a detour. Why? Because I with that, Meg couldn't find me. I wanted answers which was another reason for taking the detour. Answers only I could get by doing this alone. And no, I was not on my way to Neibolt. Not after what happened. Well, not today or alone at least. No, I was on my way to the last place, where Georgie had been. The sewer.Once I got there which wasn't had because it happened close to where I lived, I looked around. No one was near me or was looking out of their windows. I was alone. Good. I got off of my bike and let it fall to the ground. This was it. Maybe I could get the answers, I had been looking for ever since Georgie went missing. I got on my knees, peering into the sewer.,,I know you're down there. I know you c-can hear me.",I started, getting a little closer.,,There's something I have to know. All of the kids in this town you could've taken, why G-georgie?",I asked, stuttering. There was no answer. All I could see was the darkness in the sewer.,,S-say something!",I called out, getting angry and frustrated.,,Why him? Why him? Why him?",I inquired, getting louder. My hands were balled into fists and I had to take a deep breath. My head was on the ground as I was punching the concrete. Nothing happened which was why I stood up, wiping my eyes. Those were angry tears I wiped away. I was walking towards my bike when I heard:,,Why?" I turned around, looking at the sewer.,,Because you weren't there, Billy.",It continued, laughing like a maniac at the end. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting. Without hesitation, I turned around, grabbed my bike and made my way home. Yes, I had wanted answers but not one which made me blame myself even more....
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IT: Chapter II - It Ends
Fanfiction(Second book to It: Chapter I - It Begins) Exactly 27 years after the events of the summer of 1989, when a group of children founded the losers club in Derry, strange things started to happen again in the city. A young man, after being beaten by a h...