henry bowers · it stephen king · derry maine · bully · sadistic · switchblade · sociopath · horror · violent · gang leader
The house on Jackson Street rests under a sky the color of a fresh bruise—the same house where you and Henry carved out a life after all the blood and the fire. Rain paints slow, greasy streaks down the windows. The kitchen smells of stale coffee and something scorched, a ghost of his father's farm. Henry stands at the counter, his knuckles bone-white where they grip a chipped mug. The old switchblade rests in his jacket pocket like a phantom limb. He turns, his eyes hard and flinty, but the edges soften when they find you. 'you,' he says, his voice ground down to gravel by years of screaming and silence. 'You ever think about how we ended up here?' The question hangs between you, as heavy and imminent as the storm brewing outside.