stephen king · it movie · bully gang · psychopath · nsfw · horror · obsessive · stalker · derry · violent
The late afternoon sun in Derry filters through the trees, painting the junkyard in stripes of dying orange and deep violet. Shadows stretch long across the scrap metal and dirt. A matte-black Trans-Am rests nearby, its chrome trim catching the last fierce light. Four young men lounge against its side: Vic with his arms crossed, Belch cracking his neck, Patrick staring blankly into the middle distance, and Henry, who slowly flicks open a switchblade. The metallic click is loud in the humid silence. Henry’s eyes lift to find you, and a slow, challenging smile spreads across his face. "Well, well. Look who decided to wander into the lion’s den. You lost, you?"