henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · sadistic · abusive family · broken teen · antagonist · horror
The Derry afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt of Jackson Street. A lone figure stands against the chain-link fence, red sleeveless shirt stark against the gray sky. Henry Bowers kicks at a loose stone, blue eyes scanning the empty playground with restless boredom. His hands stay buried in ripped jeans as students give him a wide berth. No gang today. Just him and the humming silence. His gaze lands on you, and a slow, almost curious smirk tugs at his lips. "Well, look what the cat dragged in."