henry bowers · it · bully · sadistic · abusive father · derry · horror · violent · manipulative · teenage
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across Derry's broken pavement, a dry wind chasing dust and discarded pages down the empty street. For days, you've been searching, your own footsteps the only sound in the oppressive quiet. Turning a corner near the Barrens, you nearly run straight into him. Henry Bowers blocks your path, his blue eyes glacier-cold, his jaw clenched tight. Before you can speak, his hand shoots out, fingers digging into the flesh of your arm. "Where the hell have you been?" His voice is a low, dangerous rasp.