**Say What You Mean Out Loud**

~ N I N E ~

Rock War

Greyson Elliot walked along the losers, rubbing her sleeves together to generate static electricity. She reached over and poked Stanley's cheek, shocking him.

"Ow! Stop it!" He complained, trying to not smile at her.
You smile, you lose. At least that's what Stan thought.
She giggled and started rubbing her sleeves together faster.

Richie rode around them in circles, while they walked their bikes down the road.
"No, I love being your personal doorman, really. Could you idiots have taken any longer?"

"God, shut up Richie!"
"Yah, shut up Richie."
It was hardly even a thought anymore, it was just a knee-jerk reaction to yell at Richie for his antics.

"Oh I get it, trash the trashmouth huh? Hey I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all 'Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween'."

As he rode around the losers, he picked at them like a vulture.
A geeky, four-eyed vulture.

"She didn't imagine it." Bill said, with relatively no stutter.
He stopped walking his bike, and the others stopped walking.

Grey stopped smiling and rubbing her hands, but she still reached over and poked Stanley again.
"Ow! Stop." He pushed her hands down and she looked at Bill.

"You saw blood too?" She asked him.
Dear god let the answer be yes, otherwise I'm losing my mind. She mentally prayed.

"Not blood." He muttered. "Geo-G-Georgie."
Grey felt her heart stop and her hands start shaking again.
"He seemed so real. I mean it seemed like him but there was this..."

"Clown." Eddie finished.
Grey take a sharp breath and held it, unable to breath back out.
So it wasn't her imagination.

She really did see an actual fucking clown in the bottom of the quarry.
And it's claws left bleeding cuts down her ankle.

They glanced around at each other, and the losers nodded.
They had all seen him. Or something like him.

"Wait, can only virgins see this stuff?" Richie asked. "Is that why I'm not seein' this shit?"
Grey flipped him off.

They heard shouting from the woods, and saw the scary blue car by the trees.
The car they all hated so dearly.

"Oh shit, that's Belch Huggins car. We should probably get out of here."
Bill stopped us. "Wait, isn't that... the homeschool kid's bike?"
"Mike." Grey mumbled.

"We have to help him." Grey and Bev said, practically simultaneously.
"We do?"
"Yes!" Grey zapped Richie's forehead with her static finger; he yelped and slapped her hand.

The group of kids ran into the woods, running to help the abject boy who was most likely being tormented by the town assholes.

They ran down the trail, following the shouting until they found a small clearing on the edge of the river.
On the other side, Henry Bowers was about to bash Mike's head in with a fucking rock.

Grey looked around frantically and picked up one as well, handing it to Beverly.
She didn't trust herself to throw it. Her aim sucked.

The red-head threw it, knocking Henry right in the skull.
He fell off of the poor boy, who desperately crawled away and across the water, as the other boys joined Grey and Bev.

"Nice throw." Stan said, while Grey jumped down and helped Mike up the rocks. He was bleeding, limping, and panting with exhaustion.

The look on Henry's face was nothing short of vile.
She wouldn't mind tossing at rock at him either.

"You losers are trying too hard." Henry scoffed.
"She'll do you. You just gotta ask nicely." He rubbed up his crotch with his disgusting grin. "Like I did."

Grey wanted desperately to be mad, enraged, anything but fearful.
Instead she helped Mike on the ground, trying to not make it clear she was hiding behind him.

Luckily, Ben did it for her. He let out an animalistic yell that startled all of them, before throwing another rock and nailing Henry in the head.

Rock after rock was throw at them sporadically, until it was an all out brawl.
The fight was perfectly punctuated by Richie screaming: "Rock war!!" And getting hit in the forehead.

Rock were being throw left and right, Grey hitting the stupid Draco Malfoy looking character in the knee. It was getting intense, but delightfully chaotic.
That was the perfect way to describe this little group, delightfully chaotic.

Eddie jumped down into the water, screaming and throwing rocks like a madman.
One flying from the enemy line nailed Grey in the side, and she doubled over in pain.

Even though it was completely impossible, her scar felt targeted.
Stan leaned down to look at her, then seethed and threw a rock right at Henry's face.

After Stan hit him, he was filled with a prideful feeling that he hadn't had before.
His concern for Grey, causes him to be braver.
Even if it was just for a second, it happened.

It got so heated, even Mike stood up and started throwing rocks.
They felt the same togetherness and energy they did in the bathroom.

It wasn't the most fun activity to be doing, but they were doing it together.
Scratch that, it was pretty fun throwing rocks at Henry Bowers' head.
Especially after saving a kid from the infamous fuckface.

Finally the goons had started to back up, until all that was left was Henry laying on the ground, wounded.
Most of the losers were huffing and puffing, calf deep in river water.

They watched him get up with a dazed expression, helping Mike get up and walk back with them.
Before completely leaving, Richie turned around and yelled, "Go blow your dad you mullet wearing asshole!"

Grey walked along beside him. "Richie?"
"Hm?"
She smiled. "Nice one."

He smiled and they shared a high-five, before she ran to catch up with Stan.

While they were walking past the train tracks, Mike sighed.
"Thanks guys but you shouldn't have done that, he'll be after you too now."

"Oh no no no, Bowers? He's always after us."
"Guess that one th-thin-thin-thing we all have in common."

Grey glanced at the kids, smiling at their friendship.
She reached down and held Stan's hand.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.
"Yah, I'm fine." She smiled.
This time it looked real to Stan, like the dancing-in-the-bloody-bathtub kind of smile.

"Yah homeschool! Welcome to the Losers club!" Richie announced.
Grey laughed gleefully, out loud, in such a manner one does in a laugh track.

It got all the Losers laughing.
Especially Stanley.