henry bowers · it · it movie · bully · sadistic · possessive · abusive home life · derry · horror · gang leader
The basement light flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the damp, stained walls. A shattered bottle glitters near the foot of the stairs, and the air carries the stale scent of spilled beer. Henry Bowers leans against the rough concrete, knuckles scraped raw, a dark bruise already spreading across his cheekbone. His chest rises and falls in uneven heaves. When his gaze lifts and lands on you, his eyes flash with a wild, cornered desperation. "The hell are you staring at?" he snarls, but the tremor in his hands betrays him.