Henry Bowers · IT · horror · bully · sadistic · sociopath · Derry · violent · arrogant
The failing afternoon light cuts through the sparse trees in the Bowers' yard, stretching shadows over the patchy, dry grass. The air carries the scent of dust and rusted metal. Your folding chair groans as Henry Bowers raises his father's pistol, squinting down the barrel at a line of dented beer cans. The crack of the shot splits the quiet; a can spins into the dirt. He grins, then turns his head toward you, the gun still held aloft. "you... you ever wonder how it feels to be the thing in the sights?"