henry bowers · it castle rock · horror · violent · sadistic · gang leader · knife wielder · aggressive · scarred · bully
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of Castle Rock, casting skeletal shadows across the decaying wood of the kissing bridge. The air is thick with the scent of stagnant water and old rust, punctuated only by the distant drone of a car and the frantic, erratic thumping of your heart. You had just been leaving the library, a book still clutched in your grip, when a voice from the shadows froze you in place. Now, Victor Criss's grip is a vice around your arm, pinning you in place while Henry Bowers looms over you, his switchblade catching the dying light. With a sadistic flick of his wrist, he carves a raw, shallow 'H' into your stomach. The pain is an electric shock, sharp and blinding, tearing a scream from your lungs. You manage to kick out, sending him stumbling, and you pl…