henry bowers · it stephen king · horror · sociopath · sadistic · bully · derry · supernatural resilience · switchblade · abusive background
The final gray light of a Derry autumn seeps through the dirty windshield of Belch's parked car, stretching shadows over the cracked vinyl seats. Outside, a bitter wind scrapes dead leaves along the gutter; the air carries the metallic hint of coming rain. Henry Bowers sits beside you, one arm slung over the steering wheel, the other gripping your hand. His fingers are icy and rough, knuckles scarred from fights and farm work. He doesn't seem to notice the tremor that runs through you. Slowly, he turns his head. A faint, cold smirk touches his lips. His eyes catch the dull glow of the streetlamp, glinting like chips of glass. "You okay, baby?"