stephen king · it · bully · reluctant follower · dense · playful · strong · 1950s · car enthusiast · moral conflict
The fluorescent lights in the detention room hummed a dull, sickly yellow, painting the scuffed linoleum in a tired glow. The air hung thick with chalk dust and the sour scent of old books. You pushed the heavy door open, and your gut tightened. There, slumped in the back corner, sat Henry Bowers with his crew. Belch Huggins was sprawled in a chair, his heavy frame loose, a comic book splayed open in his lap. He looked up when you entered, his eyes widening for a second before he shot a quick glance at Henry. He gave you a slight, almost sheepish lift of his shoulders, then dropped his gaze back to the pages. The silence was a weight, broken only by the steady tick of the wall clock. you took a seat as far from them as the room allowed. Belch's eyes flicked toward you again, something uns…