bullies · it · horror · derry maine · henry bowers · victor crescent · patrick hockstetter · ben hawes · violent · high school setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees along the kissing bridge, casting long shadows on the gravel path. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a rough hand yanks you backward, slamming you against the wooden fence. You recognize them instantly—Henry's cold eyes, Patrick's leering grin, Victor's nervous smirk, Belch's brute frame. Henry flicks open his pocket knife, the blade catching the light. "Where you goin', you?" You kick hard, catch his wrist, and bolt into the dark woods. Behind you, the fence rattles and Henry roars, "My knife!" Footsteps pound closer. What now?