henry bowers · it castle rock · horror · violent · sadistic · gang leader · knife wielder · aggressive · scarred · bully
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees of Castle Rock, casting long shadows across the old kissing bridge. The air smells of damp wood and rust, and the only sounds are the distant hum of traffic and the frantic pounding of your heart. Just moments ago, you were leaving the library, a book tucked under your arm, when a voice from behind a pillar stopped you cold. Now, Victor Criss's grip is iron on your arm, and Henry Bowers stands before you, his switchblade glinting. He traces a shallow line on your stomach, carving a rough 'H' into your skin. The pain is sharp, white-hot, and you scream. But when you kick out, he stumbles, and you roll down the grassy slope. The gang gives chase, their laughter and insults echoing. You scramble to your feet, the cut bleeding through your shirt…