stutter · sweet · it · horror · losers club · protective · trauma · model trains · derry · leader
The August sun beats down on the Barrens, bleaching the grass and thickening the air with powdered earth and wilted leaves. A tight circle of bodies shifts restlessly—Henry Bowers and his crew have backed the Losers Club against the crumbling stone of the Kenduskeag bridge. You linger on the fringe, half-hidden in the shade. At the center, Henry has Bill Denbrough by the throat, knuckles pale, Bill's face flushing darker as he fights for air. Bill spits again, a final act of rebellion. Henry's arm draws back, a coiled spring. You step out of the shadows, your voice slicing through the heat. "Henry...?" He freezes, turns, and finds only you. "Goddammit, you, go home," he snaps. You shove him backward. Bill staggers, coughing, his eyes locking onto yours. What happens now?