Twenty Nine

Primrose's P.O.V.

Chills ran through my body and I felt my bare arms and legs on a cold, wet surface. My body ached. When I tried to move, pain shot through my body. I had no idea how I had gotten here, I was in some kind of drain. There were broken pipes with water spilling out everywhere. It was dark, the only light coming from a window looking thing at the top of the drain, or whatever this was.

I pulled together the strength to stand, and when I turned around there was a massive pile of junk right in front of me. After I took a closer look I noticed that it was mostly bikes and kids toys. Then I realized what this place must be. It must be where all the missing kids went.

"DALLAS?" I called impulsively.

All I heard back was my own echo.

I took a few steps toward the large pile and noticed that there was a large wooden box type thing buried at the bottom of the pile. There were two doors and it was positioned in a way that you could probably just open them and walk right in. I walked closer, wanting to open the door out of pure curiosity. As I got closer, I realized that there were words written on it.

Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

The wood had been destroyed by water and most of the paint had faded off but I could still read it nevertheless. There was a photo of the same clown I'd seen around Derry multiple times, whether it be in a picture or in real life. On the other hand, I was relieved that I had woken up in my right mind. What was this place? Was it part of the barrens? It definitely looked like it was. I remembered what I saw in my bathroom, I saw that clown. I saw Pennywise. I must have been taken. I look around again. The ceiling was one of the highest I'd ever seen, there were dozens of figures floating up close to the light at the top, with a close look I recognized them to be kids and teenagers. I guess I'm one of those missing kids now. I guess this could be where he keeps them? Are they dead?

"DALLAS?" I called again, directing my voice in the direction of the floating bodies, praying I would hear his voice call back. As expected, it was just my voice echoing through the dim chamber.

I decided to try and climb the pile. I put my foot on one of the rusty old bikes and grabbed onto a Big Wheel bike a little further up, but if I put any force on the Big Wheel it would fall on top of me. This big pile wasn't stable and it wasn't safe to climb. And even if I did reach the top, what would I do with all the bodies? If I grabbed them would they even move? And what would I do? I can't carry them all, and if I dropped them they'd get seriously injured or die. I stepped back down off the bike and moved closer to the walls of the chamber, hoping to find some sort of door or trap door.

Sure enough, I did. There was a large, circular, rusty door on the wall. I tried to pull it open but the rust had cemented it in. As far as I was concerned, there was no way to get out. I decided to keep walking around, maybe I'd find something.

Then I heard music playing, it was circus music. It had an eerie tone to it. The music was coming from an old red music box that I spotted turning by itself buried underneath a bucket and spade and an old doll. It repeated Pennywise's name over and over again. It spun faster and faster until it stopped abruptly. A small clown popped out the top and I jumped, not expecting it.

At that very moment, the doors to the wooden box flew open, revealing a glowing red light. The light dimmed revealing a small stage and fireworks were being set off. Then I saw him, it was Pennywise. He was dancing. At first, I thought it was funny, but then it just creeped me out. He was looking right at me. I decided to run over to one of the open pipes and yell for help, just on the off chance someone could hear me.

Pennywise caught me before I could get over there. He lifted me up by my neck and I was forced to stare into his blazing yellow eyes, he was hideous. You wouldn't usually call a clown attractive, but this one was downright ugly and creepy. His white face had cracks in it as if he was wearing thick face paint that hadn't been taken off in years. But I didn't find myself afraid. Instead, I was subconsciously making comments to myself about this clowns appearance.

"I'm not scared of you," I stated.

It didn't seem to phase him one bit, although he did squirm a little.

"Oh, but you will be," he growled, opening his mouth, slowly revealing a mouth full of long, razor-sharp teeth.

I was a little scared now. I tried my best to compose myself.

He opened his mouth even wider and a bright light was shining brightly on my face from what seemed to be his throat. It got brighter and brighter until that was all that I could see.

Henry's P.O.V.

I rode my bike as fast as I could over to Vic's house. I knew almost for sure that the others would be there. I dropped my bike in Vic's front yard and banged on the door, his mum answered.

"Henry?" She asked, opening the door. "What's happening?"

Vic's Mum never really liked me. Before Patrick, Belch and I were friends with Vic he was one of the crisp, clean nice kids. So his family was as well.

"I need Vic, now," I said urgently.

"He's got some friends over right now, but you're welcome to come in," Mrs Criss told me.

"Thanks," I said, pushing past her and running into the living room.

Patrick, Vic, and Belch were playing poker. It was one of our favorite things to do together.

"Guys, It got Primrose," I said, panting.

"What?" Questioned Vic.

"She's gone missing," I added. "You guys have to come and help us save her and all the other missing kids."

"My sister'll be there too," Belch said. "I'm in."

The three of them nodded, stood up and followed me outside in hot pursuit and we piled into the Trans Am and Belch floored it over to Neibolt street.

When we got there, we got out of the car to see Bill, Eddie, Richie, Ben, Mike, and Stan waiting for us.

Mike had a gun on him, it was a good idea. I wished I'd thought of it.

"Good idea bringing a gun," I told Mike.

"Thanks," Mike said with a smile. "It's my grandpa's."

I noticed myself giving a compliment. To a black dude, not that I'm racist. I mean if this was a few months ago I'd be there giving the Losers wedgies and beating up Mike, calling him a nigger.

Bill pulled some spears out of his bag and gave us one each.

"Found these in the garage," said Bill.

"Awesome!" Said Richie.

"Let's go," Bill announced, pushing the wooden door open.

The ten of us stood at the doorway, looking inside the house.

Stan, Ben, Mike, Vic, and Belch were a little more nervous than us since they'd spent a lot less time inside the house.

"It's lair's in the basement," Bill said, as he headed for the stairs that lead down there. We followed him.

When we arrived at the well, we gathered around it and looked down, it was dark and there was no way of seeing how deep it was or what was down there.

"Let's get down there," said Mike.

There was a rope already connected to the roof. I assumed the last person to go down there had attached it. We secured the rope and prepared it to climb down.

When we reached the bottom, it looked like we were in a sewer. It was dark, dingy and stank of shit, which of course was expected in a sewer.

Bill's P.O.V.

I could see something yellow in the corner of my eye.

It was Georgie.

He was wearing his yellow raincoat. He was in the same outfit as he was the last time I saw him. As soon as Georgie saw me glance at him, he ran off down a tunnel and I followed. I heard the others behind me calling my name but I didn't listen.

When I got to the end of the tunnel, a large circular door was open, it lead to a large room with a window at the top on the high ceiling. There was a large pile of objects, I couldn't quite see what they were, and there were kids sitting around, talking to each other.

"Bill?" Georgie said softly.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"I've been living here," George said.

"T-that clown," I said. "Did it bring you here?"

Georgie nodded.

I ran up and hugged him, crying tears of happiness from the fact that I was finally seeing my brother again.

All the kids from the posters were here, Betty Ripson, Edward, Dallas, Tina, and Georgie just to name a few. But where was Primrose?

"We usually hide over there," Dallas said. "Whenever we hear a new kid come down here, we hide."

"Why?" I asked.

"We just don't want It to do anything else to us," Dallas said. "Or see us."

"So you didn't see Primrose?" I asked.

"Primrose is here? I guess she was the kid that came today." Dallas asked excitedly. "I guess we were hiding when she got here."

"What are those?" I asked, gesturing to the floating kids.

"Those are the souls of the kids that didn't make it," Dallas said.

"So some kids have died living down here?" I asked.

"Yeah, if you look hard enough in that pile you can always find some scraps. And we mostly live off the water running from that pipe," Dallas said, gesturing to a leaking pipe.

"Where's Primrose now?" I asked.

"She should be here somewhere," Dallas said.

We only came out of hiding because we heard you.

And then I spotted a blonde head of hair in a puddle.

"There she is," I said, pointing to Prim.

Dallas ran over to her and hugged her still body, lifting her up and pulling her out of the puddle.

"Why is she unconscious?" I asked.

"When we get kidnapped, the clown kind of hypnotizes us with this light thing from its mouth. That curses us meaning that as long as It's alive we can't escape," Dallas said. "She'll wake up soon."

"BILL!" Yelled Eddie, as the others came running in.

"What's happening?" Mike asked.

"So when the kids get kidnapped, they get taken to this room. They get cursed so they can't leave the room as long as the clown is still alive," I explained.

"So no one died?" Belch asked.

"No," Dallas answered.

"Tina?" Called Belch.

A skinny little girl with dirty blonde hair came into sight.

"Reggie?" She asked.

"I missed you," Belch said giving her a hug.

"PRIM!" Henry screamed as he spotted Prim's body.

He picked her up and held her in his arms.

"Prim, wake up! Please," Henry pleaded.

"She'll wake up soon," Dallas said.

Henry breathed heavily and held Prim in his arms.

Within seconds, she was waking up.

Primrose's P.O.V.

"Henry!" I gasped, as I took in my surroundings. I was still in the dark sewer room, but all my friends were here, and Dallas, plus all the missing kids.

"Dallas!" I cried, trying to get up to run over to him.

When I tried to stand up, I fell down. I needed to regain some balance after being unconscious.

Henry balanced me against his chest.

Henry and I looked into each other's eyes.

"Henry?" I asked.

"Yeah?" Henry replied.

"I love you," I said. "And I want to be with you. Starting right now, forever."

We kept eye contact, and then we kissed. The feeling I felt was amazing. A million fireworks shot through me and I felt nothing but love and happiness.

"So, are you ready yet?" Henry said with a small laugh.

I nodded, resting my head on his chest.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Henry asked, taking my hand.

"Yes," I said, nodding with a big smile on my face.

Henry gave me a smile back and I heard everyone else gushing over what was happening.

"Hey," Dallas said. "Do you love me?"

I gave Dallas a big smile and I ran over and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up.

"I love you, and I really missed you," I said.

"Likewise," Dallas said.

Bill and Belch were having reunions with their siblings too.

Then out of nowhere, there he was.

Pennywise.

Pennywise stepped out from behind the tall pile and gave us all a malicious smile.

Bill through me a sphere. He was closest to it, and we all shouted at him to kill it.

Mike threw Bill his gun and Bill shot Pennywise in the face with it. It only seemed to make him angrier, and it looked like he was having some kind of seizure.

It ran to each of us but we managed to hold it back with spears.

I pushed it back with the sphere and dove my switch into its chest multiple times.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ACTUALLY WENT INSIDE THIS CRACKHEAD HOUSE!" Richie yelled over all the yelling.

We all attacked the clown with our weapons, and that's when the morphing started. It turned into all of our worst fears, and one by one we conquered them.

When It morphed into Cole, I was ready to kick his ass.

"Hey, Prim. Are you still my little girl?" He asked.

I plunged the sphere deep into his throat, I wasn't afraid anymore.

And that was that.

It screamed and wailed, before disintegrating and falling to the ground.

It was dead.