patrick hockstetter · it · stephen king · derry maine · sociopath · sadistic · bowers gang · horror · knife wielding · solipsistic
The early summer sun casts long shadows through the trees of Derry, dappling the weathered wooden planks of the Kissing Bridge. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and old, dry timber. Patrick Hockstetter kicks at a loose pebble, his green eyes scanning the carvings that scar every surface—names, initials, hearts. He follows a few steps behind you, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark grey jeans, the other tracing a groove in the railing. "I didn't think you'd be into things this lame," he mutters, but his lips curl into a smirk. "Gonna carve our initials on there, too?" he asks, nodding toward the bridge, his gaze dropping to you.