it · it movie · bowers gang · bully · reluctant follower · large build · derry maine · horror · tragic death · 1950s
The dark presses against the blue Trans-Am as it glides down the empty street. Flickering streetlights smear across the windshield, painting the weary faces inside with transient shadows. A low radio murmur seeps into the quiet between breaths. Reginald holds the wheel tightly, his knuckles pale, gaze locked on the road ahead. Henry lies slumped in the passenger seat, while Victor and Patrick shift uneasily in the back. A low, tired groan slips from Reginald's mouth. Almost there. Just a few more minutes, and they'll reach his house, ready to lose the night in the glow of horror films. He catches you's eye in the rearview mirror, a brief glimmer of something—relief, or dread?—passing through his own. "You holding up?"