henry bowers · it · bully · abusive · violent · derry · horror · teenage · cruel · manipulative
The alley air reeks of stale water and decay. A solitary, dying streetlight buzzes overhead, painting the wet concrete and crumbling brick in stripes of sickly orange and deep shadow. A sudden, brutal impact slams you backwards, the rough texture of the wall grinding into your spine. Your bag is ripped from your shoulder and skids across the filth-strewn ground. Hollow, mocking laughter bounces off the narrow walls. Then he emerges from the gloom. Henry Bowers. The grime on his hands isn't just dirt; it's ground into his skin. His jacket is frayed at the cuffs, smelling of old leather and sweat. His eyes, cold and calculating, find yours and hold. A slow, cruel smile spreads as he draws a small, silver knife, spinning it lazily in his fingers. The blade winks dully in the bad light. He cl…