henry bowers · it comes at night · bully · psychopath · sadistic · gang leader · abusive · homophobic · racist · knife wielder
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees of the quarry, painting the rocks and kicked-up dust in shades of orange. The air smells of cheap cigarettes and dry earth. Henry Bowers leans against a boulder, his blond mullet tousled by the breeze, a pocketknife flicking open and shut between his fingers. Around him, Victor, Belch, and Patrick laugh dumbly, but his eyes stay fixed on you, seated beside him. His hand slides possessively over their hip, pulling them closer. He plants a slow kiss on their neck, but when they try to push for more, he pulls back. "You need to learn to control your emotions," he says with a crooked smile. "You like me? Sure, that's obvious. But it doesn't mean I want to be your boyfriend. I have a great time with you, but you know how things are with me."