Angel's End / reddie ghost au

Twenty Three- The Cavalry

They all stood in a circle by a tree at the corner of the park; Beverly, Bill, Stanley, Mike and Ben.

"So...," Bill butted in, breaking the thoughtful silence, "W-w-who even is this Connor Bowers?"

Beverly glanced at a concerned Stanley, "Urmmm... he's... he's Henry Bowers older cousin,"

Bills face grimaced, "O-Oh fuck... a-and What? We are considering kidnapping Henry Bowers cousin because a notebook says we should?"

"No one said anything about kidnapping," Beverly said raising her hands.

"Y-y-yeah but that's what your implying isn't it?"

Beverly crossed her arms and looked at Ben for reassurance. He smiled nervously.

"I-I'm not getting myself killed by H-H-Henry fucking Bowers just because Stanley claims one of t-the ghosts wrote it... a-as far as we know, t-t-they  can only talk using Mike's board thing."
Bill stammered.

"Ouija board," Mike corrected

"D-did I fucking stutter," Bill snapped impulsively, his panic getting the better of him.

"Actually yes, you did," Stanley smirked, glaring at a flustered Bill.

Bill glared back, causing a chuckle to escape Mikes lips at the whole ordeal.

"I mean...," Ben spoke up, "How do we know no one wrote that in the notebook ages ago and the wind blew the page over of something?"

Stanley turned to Ben, raising an eyebrow, "I saw a pen pick itself up in mid air!... mid.... air. And then it wrote that out, word by word, in front of my very own eyes... I am not lying."

Bill just stared at him and crossed his arms, "L-l-like I said. I'm not getting killed because a 'ghost' wants a date with bloody Connor Bowers."

"Yeah but what if it's Eddie?" Beverly interrupted, looking down at the lush grass in which they stood in, "If it was Eddie asking us to do this, you would do it wouldn't you?"

Bill looked down at his trembling hands, "O-of course I would,"

Beverly, Bill and Mike all shared the same saddened expressions. The memory of watching Eddie die still haunted them in their sleep, even after knowing Eddie was okay in the afterlife.
Stanley and Mike exchanged knowing looks, even though neither of them had met this boy they both knew how much Eddie had meant to the others, and how hard his loss had been on them.

"Then I think we should do it," Bev continued, running a hand through her short auburn hair, "I think we should take Connor to Eddie. It's the least we can do for him."

Ben nodded in agreement, "Yes... but how? We don't even know where he is?"

They all started thinking out loud and exchanging thoughtful conversation, meanwhile a lightbulb went off in Mikes head.

"I know where he'll be." Mike intercepted, "He's the boy with the curly blonde hair right? The one who normally wears the green flannel?"

Beverly nodded.

"I see him every time I do the meat deliveries to the butchers in town. He is normally smoking a fag with Henry or Patrick down the alley on the other side of the road... I always have to be quick incase they see me... I'm 99% sure it's him."

A small grin curled onto Beverly's lips, "Perfect... then I have a plan."

                              ***

Sure enough, Connor was leaned up against the red brick wall of the alleyway. A half burnt out cigarette balanced between his thumb and forefinger.
Henry leaned against the wall opposite him with Victor Criss beside him. Another one of Bowers friends.