Superstition (1) ♥ 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 ♥

Rock War!

"You know I love being your personal doorman. Could you idiots have taken any longer?" Richie says riding circles around us as we walk.

"Shut up, Richie!" Eddie yells.

"Yeah, shut up, Richie," Stanley says.

"Oh, okay, trash the trash mouther. Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining the sink went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween." Richie states.

"She didn't imagine it..." Bill says suddenly.

Everyone's head snapped towards the boy, eyes watching intently as Bill's hand grasped tightly onto the handles of his bike.

"I s-s-s-saw something too," Bill tells us.

"You saw blood too?" Stanley asks.

"No blood...I s-s-s-saw Georgie. I mean it seemed so real...But there was something..." Bill explains.

"The clown..." Eddie and I say.

Everyone looks at us dart between Eddie, Bill, and I

"I s-s-s-saw Julia..."I tell them feeling a sense of relief to confide in them.

"Yeah, I saw something too..." Eddie chirps in.

Ben nods and so does Stanley.

"Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?" Richie jokes.

We hear yelling from the woods. I turn my head to the loud sound.

"Oh, shit, that's Bill Tungsens car," Richie says.

"We should probably get out of here," Eddie tells us.

"Wait, isn't that the homeschooled k-k-k-kids bike?" Bill asks.

"Y-y-yeah...That's Mike's" I confirm.

"We have to help him..." Bev says.

"Come on," I say dropping my bike to the ground running into the woods.

The forest engulfing me as I raced towards the pleads for help. The rest follow close behind me. I see Henry pick up a rock and is about to hit Mike in the head.  I quickly picked up a rather smooth rock. My fingers finding a comfortable spot against the rock, everyone had made their way to the side of me. I brought the rock back, swinging it across the bank as it hit Henry Bowers's head.

"Nice shot..." Stanley says.

"Thanks,"

The losers pick up rocks as Mike runs over us.

"You losers are trying too hard...She'll do you...You just got to ask nicely...Like I did..." Henry says.

Ben picked up a rock and thew it harshly, it collided with the side of Henry's face, a gash forming on the top of his forehead.

"ROCK WAR!" Richie yells.

Soon after Richie gets hit square in the face with a rock.

 The Loser's Club had made their way into the bank, everyone skidding along the rocks as dozen had been thrown into the air. I suddenly get hit in the face with a rather large rock. I felt a stinging pain on my forehead. I feel blood trickle down my forehead. I wince as I touch the fresh wound. Bill helps me up and we continue to throw rocks back in fourth. 

"Watch out," Bill says throwing a rock at Henry.

Henry and his goons had deceivingly begun to falter behind. With gashes and bloody wounds starting to tear into their faces. The rest of Henry's gang flees as Henry is left alone. 

"Go blow your daddy you mullet-wearing asshole!" Richie yells at Henry

Bill looks at my bloody wound on my forehead.

"Are you a-a-alright?" He asked wiping the blood off my face.

"Yeah, I'll b-b-be fine," I assure him

"Thanks, guys but you shouldn't have done that...Now he'll be after you." Mike states.

"Bowers? He's always after us." Eddie tells him.

"T-t-t-that's one thing we all have in common," Bill says.

"Yeah, homeschool, welcome to the losers club," Richie says.

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"They say they found part of his hand all chewed up near the standpipe," Stanley says as we look at the missing poster.

Bill lifts up the paper and under it's Betty Ripsoms missing poster. I didn't know Betty Ripsom but from what I heard she was a nice kid. 

Richie tries to play the trumpet in the background but fails miserably.

"Is it ever going to end?" Stanley asks.

"What are you guys talking about?" Eddie asks walking up with ice cream in his hand.

 "What there always talking about..." Richie states.

"I actually think it will end...For a little anyway." Ben says.

"What do you mean?" Bev questions.

"So I was going over all my old Derry resource and I charted out all the big events...The ironworks, explosion in 1908, The Bradley Gang in 35, and The Black Spot in 62, and now kids going missing...This stuff seems to happen every---" Ben explains only to be interrupted by Bill.

"Every 27 years..." 

"Okay, so let me get this straight. It comes out from whatever to eat kids for like a year and then goes into hibernation?" Eddie asks.

"Maybe it's like...What do you call it?" Stanley begins, "Cicadas...You know the bugs that come out every 17 years." 

"My grandfather thinks this town is cursed...That everything evil is because of one thing." Mike states.

"But it can't be one thing...We all saw something different." Stanley says.

"Maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see," Mike explains.

"But how would it k-k-k-know? How would it k-k-k-k-know what scares us m-m-most?" I ask Mike.

"I don't know," Mike sighs

"I saw a leper...It was like a walking infection." Eddie says.

"But you didn't because it's not real. None of this is...Not Bill seeing Georgie, or Elizabeth seeing Julia, or Eddie's leper, or the women I keep on seeing." Stanley states.

"Was she hot?" Richie asks.

"No, Richie, She was not hot. Her face was all deformed. This isn't real...there just bad dreams." Stanley says.

"I know the difference between a bad dream and real life," Mike says.

"You saw something too?" Eddie asks.

I listen intently as Mike begins his story.

"You guys know that burnt down the house on Harris Avenue? I was inside when it burnt down. Before I was rescued my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door...Trying to get to me. It was too hot and when the firemen finally found them the skin on their hands has melted down to the bone...We'll all afraid of something." Mike explains.

My heart aches as I hear Mike's chilling story of his father and mothers death.

"Got that right," Richie says.

"What are you afraid of, R-R-R-Richie?" I ask.

"Clowns..." Richie says.