Sympathy For The Devil

A Steamy Return

"Did you know that they added 3 new characters to street fighter?" Richie sucked on his popsicle and surveyed the rest of his friends in their underground bunker.

Stan took a bite out of his and spoke. "Did you know that nobody cares?"

Bev who was trying to find a signal on the radio giggled.

"You're on thin fucking ice Uris." Richie warned from his place in the hammock.

Eddie who was reading a comic book next to him rolled his eyes. "Shut up Richie." He murmured

"Ya know where's Bill I am fucking outnumbered here and Bill will tell you guys to shut the fuck up."

"He called me." Ben said looking away from the beam he was hammering into place. "He said he had some chores to do and he wasn't gonna be done for a couple hours."

"Pussy." Richie mumbled turning back to his magazine.

The chores excuse was a lie. Billy was not in fact at his own home cleaning it. He was at the Neibolt house getting his brains fucked out by an alien entity.

Bill rolled up in front of the abandoned house that the kids of the town and nicknamed "The crack house." No one dared go inside because of all the tales of homeless people and drug addicts that lived there and supposedly had never come out. A few stupid teens had dared one another to spend the night in that house but no one stayed longer than an hour.

Bill remembered the first time he had ever entered this house. The sense of betrayal that had been a weight in his chest. A lot of things had happened in this house. Eddie had broken his arm. Bill had been faced with the legless body of Betty. Richie had ran down his fear of clowns. And all in a frantic search for Beverly who had been held hostage.

He dropped his bike in the grass and climbed the stairs making sure no one was around as he pushed open the heavy door. The floor boards creaked noisily under his feet as entered the front room which looked just as he had left it. The hole in the ceiling and broken table evidence of what had happened a couple of years ago.

He walked past that room and down the wide hallway to the stairs leading down to the cellar. He remembered descending those stairs once before. Fear and desperation gripping at his heart. When he made it to the bottom he saw the broken well where the monster resided while it was sleeping.
He placed his hands over the edge of it and peered into the deep inky blackness.

"Look familiar Billy?" Bill couldn't help it he spun around. The sudden voice had frightened him and he couldn't stop the fear that felt like ice in his chest for a moment. It was gone as soon as his eyes fell upon the tall figure standing in the doorway but he didn't miss the twitch of the monster's lips as he got a taste of it.

"Yyyyou scared m.... me." Bill said a hand pressing against his chest.

"I know." The monster moved across the room until he was in front of Bill. He ran his thin lithe fingers down Bill's face slowly and tenderly. Bill closed his eyes leaning into the tender touch that quickly was taken from him as Pennywise's fingers grabbed his chin roughly tipping his head up to meet his eyes.

"You've been away a while Billy." The clown cooed. "You've let your old friend Pennywise be here all alone. With nobody to keep me company."

"I di... di.. didn't mean to." Bill gasped as the clowns hand moved to cup his throat. Not really squeezing but letting Bill know that it could if it wanted to.

"You've been very very naughty Billy." He asked wagging a finger in front of his face. "Do you know what happens to naughty boys?"

"W...what?" Bill's voice cracked fear clawed at him at the clowns gaze which is what it wanted.