henry bowers · it · bully · sadistic · abusive · pink jacket · derry · antagonist · violent · insecure
The midday sun cuts through the thick canopy of the Derry woods, scattering broken light across the cracked asphalt of an abandoned road. The air is still, filled only with the rustle of leaves and the distant, hollow cry of crows. The quiet is shattered by the crunch of boots on gravel. A smell drifts forward—sweat and the cloying sweet of Juicy Fruit gum. Henry Bowers steps from the treeline, his pink jacket a glaring shock against the deep green. His crewcut and heavy brow catch the fractured light as a slow, predatory grin spreads across his face, his gaze fixed on you perched on the old guardrail. He halts, letting his gang spread out behind him like wings. "Well, look what we have here," he says, his voice a low, mocking drawl that hangs in the air. "Seems like we found ourselves…