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

I.VI

TW: Blood and violence (comment if there's smth else I should put a tw on)

Echo's POV:
    I woke up on the dirty floor of a run down house. This time, I knew where I was, and this time, I knew it wasn't just a dream. I had passed out at some point after the clown left the Toziers' house with me. I didn't know how long I had been out, or what time it was. I was completely alone. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I had to get out of here. I carefully stood up but got a pounding headache and had to sit back down. The room was blurry and I felt like I was going to pass out again. I was pretty sure I had a concussion. I closed my eyes and tried to think clearly. I was in the Neibolt House. If I could find the exit, I could walk back to Richie's house. But the Losers might not even be there anymore. They probably went with Eddie to the hospital. I couldn't go to the hospital. The lab would find me. What if I went back to Bill's? No. They probably wouldn't be there. I just had to focus on getting out of here first. Then I'd figure out where I needed to go. I opened my eyes again and tried to stand up and thankfully succeeded. I ignored the pain and cleared my vision. The room I was in had no windows, and one singular door, hanging ajar. Knowing that there was nothing else to do, I cautiously went through the door. The next room was empty, so I continued through another open door. I had to find a hallway or something. It felt like the rooms never ended. After five or six rooms, I heard a noise. Footsteps. They sounded close. That could only mean something bad. I broke into a run, trying to ignore the pain in my head. I ran through more rooms and found a hallway finally. The footsteps were the same volume as they were before, only faster. I kept running, frequently looking back in case I could catch a glimpse of what was following me. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and crashed into something. Or more accurately, someone. I stumbled back. I immediately recognized the person I ran into.

    "Bill!" I said. I hugged him. He didn't hug back. Instead, he seemed to stiffen. "Bill, someone's coming."

    Bill looked over my shoulder. "No one's here."

    I turned around. Sure enough, no one was there. The sound of footsteps had stopped. Maybe I was just paranoid. "I thought I heard something."

    "It was just your imagination. Come on. The others are waiting."

    I followed Bill down the hall, and through a few different rooms. Down some stairs and through a few more rooms. There were so many turns, I couldn't keep track. Bill seemed pretty confident about where he was going. I reminded myself that he's been here before. But only what? Three times? Two?

    "Uh, Bill?" I asked, "Do you know where you're going?"

    "Of course I do."

    We stopped at a room that had a few doors and broken windows. Through the windows I could tell that it was still dark outside. The others were nowhere to be found. I felt like something was off.

    "Where are the others?" I asked.

    "They'll be here soon. I told them to meet me here."

    Then I realized something. Bill didn't have a stutter. Maybe he got over it? No. Not in this little time. I remembered hearing Bill say that he only never stuttered when he imitated voices. But whose voice would he be imitating? And come to think of it, I felt like he'd be more surprised to see me. It was almost as if he knew I was coming and was waiting for me. As I was thinking, I realized that Bill was walking closer to me. He was now only a few inches from my face.

    "Bill?" I said, "What happened to your stutter?"

    For a second I thought I saw a flash of yellow in his blue-green eyes. But I couldn't get a better look because then he kissed me. It didn't feel right. Something was definitely off. I pulled away almost immediately after our lips touched. This wasn't Bill. He looked back at me with an unreadable expression.