Sympathy For The Devil

Deal

*This is a flashback*

Bill remembers the day he first heard about the murderous clown. It had been a stormy dark day. Georgie had wanted to go boat racing in the gutters and Bill had faked being sick so he wouldn't have to go with him.

He'd stayed in his room watching out his window as Georgie raced down the street following his boat as it floated down the street. It was only when he was out of sight that Bill moved away from the window and picked up his walkie talkie.

"We can use these to talk to each other." He'd told Georgie shoving one into his pocket before he had left.

"Denbrough 2 th.... this is Denbrough 1 what's your lololocation? Over." He said into the machine.

A few seconds later the speaker crackled to life. "Denbrough 1 this is Denbrough 2 im at the corner of Maple and Pine. Over." Was the response.

"Okay I'll be checking in later stay safe. Over."

"Roger that. Over."

Bill had set the walkie talkie aside and finished his history homework. He tried not to worry about his brother. After all Derry was a safe town. His parents and grandparents had grown up here. Nothing bad had ever happened that he had ever heard of.

Except.

Bill had a feeling in his gut that day. A feeling that something wasn't right. That Georgie was in trouble. Or would be. At the same time it filled Bill with guilt. What if Georgie got kidnapped or killed or something and it was his fault because he hadn't wanted to go walking in the rain. Hadn't been there to protect him?

"Denbbbbbrough 2? This is Denbrough 1 what's your location? Ovvvvver." He spoke into his walkie talkie and waited a few moments but received no reply.

"D.... D... Denbrough 2 this is Denbro... ough 1 wwwwwhat is your l... l.. location? Over!" He said sounding a little more frantic.

Silence.

Bill ran to his closet and grabbed his rain jacket shoving the walkie talkie in his pocket and sprinting downstairs.

"Georgie isn't an. answering his walkie talkie!" He explained as he bolted out the front door out into the pounding rain and into the street. Everything was so flooded what if a car hadn't seen him and run him over? Bill remembering that Georgie had earlier said he was on the corner of Maple and Pine bolted down the street skidding to a stop at the corner. He peered down the road.

"Georgie!" He called out. "Are YOU over there?''

He was about to head in and investigate when he heard his brothers voice.

"Yeah I'm right here Bill!" And Bill sagged as he saw a familiar shape stand up from where it had been kneeling on the ground. Bill jogged over and gave his brother a grateful hug.

"You sssscared mmmmee." He admitted. "Why didn't you an... answer?" The walkie talkie was lying forgotten in the road.

"Sorry Bill but my boat got washed down the gutter and-" He stopped hands slapping over his mouth. "Oh no I wasn't supposed to tell you please don't be mad."

"Mad? I'm not mmmmmad. Georgie that w... was a paper boat that t.. tt... took me 5 minutes to mmmmake I can make a million mor... re."

"You can?" Georgie asked.

Bill nodded. "And b..besides once ssssomething washed do...down the gutter it c.cc...can't come back up again."

"Yeah that's what the clown said." George admitted.

"Clown?" Bill asked. "What clclown?"

"The one in the drain I was talking to." Georgie pointed. "He said the storm blew the whole circus away and he was stuck down there."