henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · sadistic · switchblade · gang leader · derry · horror · abusive
The fluorescent lights of Derry High hum a sickly buzz over the linoleum hall. A pack of boys in denim and leather clots around a row of lockers—Patrick mutters something, Victor snickers, Belch cracks his knuckles. But Henry Bowers just leans there, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor. His switchblade taps a slow rhythm against his thigh. The air shifts when he looks up, finds you in the crowd. His lips curl. "You look lost."