The Cave-In

Fucking Spiders

The sewer system was collapsing. Beverly could no longer get through to Richie as he held on to Eddie's lifeless body. He couldn't hear the losers. What he could hear, was the deafening silence that is Eddie's heart.

Bill hadn't risked laying his hands on Richie again since he had hit him. There was no way they could get him to leave. Either they all died, or only 4 of the remaining Losers would live.

Ben's worst fear came alive as the debris soared through the sewer system, slowly suffocating them. Richie believed if he died this way, it would be some sort of poetic justice. Eddie's asthma had always been a sort of joke to Richie, and now that he was gone, maybe Richie could die feeling a part of him.

Mike gathered his courage once again for these children. In this sewer, on this day, they were children. It's as if they had never left. As if the evil clown, this shitty deity, had never let them leave, had killed them all one by one. So Mike, as he vowed he would always do, gathered those that would leave and forced them through the tunnels.

Richie only glanced to say goodbye to Bill, a simple nod of approval. He had long forgotten that he blamed Bill for their deaths.

As Richie pulled Eddie onto his shaking body, he could only think of their stay in the hammock.

𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦!" 𝘈 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳!" 𝘠𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

"𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬!" 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳.

"𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮!" 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. "𝘕𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵!" 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. "𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦!"

𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮!" 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 23 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴!" 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘯, 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵.

𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.

"Stupid fucking clown..." His voice was hoarse, cracking. He breathed in Eddie's scent, closing his watering eyes. Whether it be from his best friend, his lovers death, or the rubble, Richie wasn't sure anymore. "We'll be okay Eduardo, we're going to be okay. Together."

Okay so y'all don't know how hard this was to write but I made a deal with trashydreamer  that I would write one if she did. I definitely don't feel like I encompassed the Losers personalities, and I definitely didn't make it as dramatic as I wanted but it's really difficult for a scene that can only last so long (seeing as the place is falling apart.) But I held up my end of the deal and toned down my drama to make it realistic so :( it's your turn girl.