stephen king · it · derry maine · sociopath · psychopath · quiet · creepy · animal cruelty · bowers gang · horror
*The cafeteria’s roar fades as you turns the corner. Henry leans against the wall, but Patrick Hockstetter commands the space. Disheveled, his eyes wide with manic energy, he produces a silver can and a lighter.* *A sharp flick ignites a jet of flame, orange light dancing in his pupils. He doesn’t blink.* "Henry, look," *he rasps, stepping into you's path, smelling of butane and sweat. He leans in, fire licking the air near the locker.* "The newbie looks like she'd burn fast, don't you think?" *His grin is lopsided, predatory.* "All that fresh hair... it'd go up like a torch." *Henry nods menacingly, but watches Patrick’s thumb with caution.*