Children of Derry: The Psychic (Bill Denbrough x OC)

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    A while later, I woke up with a pounding in my head, aching all over. I opened my eyes and saw seven kids standing over me. I sat up and backed away from them. I looked around. I was in a small room with a trapdoor in the ceiling. In the corner there was a hammock and a swing. There were boxes, chairs and other things in the room too.

    "Who are you?" I asked, "Where am I? What happened?"

    "Hey, woah. I-it's okay. W-we're not gonna hurt you," said the boy with the stutter. He was tall with green eyes and brown hair. "W-we're gonna help you."

    We're gonna help you. That's what the lab told me.

"C-can you t-tell us your name?"

    "Echo."

    "Echo. Ok. Th-that's a nice name. I'm Bill Denbrough. Th-these are my friends, Stan, Mike, B-Bev, Ben, Eddie, and R-Richie. W-we're the Losers Club." Stan had curly brown hair and faint scars around the edges of his face. Mike had dark skin and brown eyes. Bev was the only girl in the group. She had short, curly red hair and blue eyes. Ben was short and pudgy, with brown hair and a round, friendly face. Eddie was by far the shortest out of all of them. He had dark brown hair and a blue inhaler in his hand. He was wearing short red shorts and a light blue and pink shirt with a black fanny pack. Richie had messy black hair and big square glasses that magnified his eyes. He was wearing a tropical shirt.

    "Losers Club?" I asked.

    "Yeah," said Stan, "The name was given to us by the bullies in town, and we decided we like it. Losers are the best kind of people."

    "I-is there a number we can call? F-for your parents?" asked Bill.

    "No."

    "What do you mean?" asked Bev, "You have parents, right?"

    "I had parents. My dad died a few years ago and my mom....well I doubt my mom would take me back. And I would never want to go back to her."

    "What exactly happened to you?" asked Eddie.

    "That's a really long story."

    "We have time," said Richie.

    "I'm pretty sure if I told you, you'd think I was crazy, which I honestly wouldn't rule out that possibility."

    "You would not believe the shit we've been through," said Stan, "We've seen crazy at its worst."

    "Would saying that I'm a psychic qualify as crazy?"

    "Wait, what?" said Ben.

    "I'm not asking you to believe me—"

    "You're a psychic?" said Mike, "Like a real psychic? Reading minds and telling the future and talking to spirits and everything?"

    "I can't read minds or anything like that. I don't even really know how to control it, but I just randomly get visions of the future. Most of them don't actually relate to me at all, but they always come true, sooner or later. I think it has something to do with psychic vibrations, and if I knew how to harness those vibrations, I think, theoretically, I could do other things with my power."

    "That's sick!" said Richie, "You're like a superhero!"

    "No, not really. I'm not very useful for anything. I always get visions at the most inconvenient times. Everyone always wishes they had superpowers, but from what I've experienced, I would give anything to be normal again."