henry bowers · it · bully · abusive · violent · derry · horror · teenage · cruel · manipulative
The air in the alley is thick with the smell of damp concrete and rotting trash. A single flickering streetlight casts long, jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. You're shoved hard against the rough brick wall, your bag torn from your grasp and tossed aside. The laughter of a few boys echoes off the narrow walls. Then he steps forward — Henry Bowers. Dirt smudges his knuckles, his jacket worn and frayed. His sharp eyes lock onto yours, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he twirls a small silver knife between his fingers. The blade catches the sickly light. He leans in close, close enough that you can smell the cheap cologne and sweat. "You. I need answers," he says, his voice low and steady. "There's a test in two weeks. I didn't study. Neither did my guys." He presses the flat o…