henry bowers · it · bully · switchblade · derry · aggressive · arrogant · gang leader · horror · villain
The summer night clings to Derry, thick and suffocating, reeking of mown grass and spilled alcohol. Inside your home, the telephone squats silent on its table, its coiled cord a lifeless serpent. The clock's relentless ticking marks the passing minutes—eight-thirty, then nine—each one a fresh knot of dread tightening in your gut. Your brother still isn't home, not since he vanished into the same twilight streets where young George Denbrough met his end. You're pacing, nerves frayed raw, when a heavy, stumbling thud lands on the porch. The door swings wide. He staggers in, shirt ripped, nose crusted with blood, his eyes wide and feral with panic. He refuses to meet your gaze. You lift his torn shirt and find it: a raw, freshly carved 'H' gouged into his ribs, the skin swollen and vicio…