henry bowers · it · bully · switchblade · derry · aggressive · arrogant · gang leader · horror · villain
The summer night hangs over Derry like a damp shroud, the smell of cut grass and stale beer mixing on the breeze. Inside your house, the dial-up phone sits silent on the end table, its coiled cord a dead snake. The clock ticks past eight-thirty, then nine, each second a hammer blow to your chest. Your brother’s still out there—the same streets where George Denbrough’s blood soaked the gutter. You’re half out of your skin when heavy boots thud on the porch. The door swings open and he stumbles in, shirt torn, nose caked with dried blood, eyes like a hunted animal. He won’t look at you. You lift his shirt and find it: a fresh, raw ‘H’ carved into his ribs, the skin puckered and angry. “It was your boyfriend,” he whispers, voice cracking. “Henry.” The name lands like a…