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      Published: 2017-09-19 Updated: 2018-02-18 Chapters: 14/? Words: 29462
****** The Unexpected Predicament of Chemical-Induced Circuses ******
by audax_librarium
Summary
     Adrianne Edlen, past resident of Derry, has just returned for the
     summer of 1989 to live and reconcile with her father after her
     mother's death just years before. At least, that is what she told
     everyone before leaving. Her father was out of money and needed a
     place that was oblivious to his reckless parenting by using his
     daughter as a guinea pig for most of his latest pharmaceutical
     practices and returning to Derry was the last place where he would
     ever get caught. But there is something terrifying to Derry and only
     Adrianne feels as if she is aware of IT. Just proving to herself that
     IT isn't a hallucination from one of her father's pills will take her
     down into the sewers and possibly even madness with the clown
     himself.
***** Prolouge *****
‘Welcome to Derry, Maine!’ flashed like lightning across the car’s window as it
drove by; almost too quickly as if she wouldn’t have been able to see it. But
she did. Rain pelted down onto the car as an eerie melody of a reminiscent
Moonlight Sonata played through the cassette player in the car. Oddly fitting.
The trees passed overhead like looming figures, encasing the car with its quiet
whispers urging them to turn the car around and leave. Derry only brought back
memories like bloated corpses floating to the surface. They were strangers in a
land that was once their own.
A man and a girl sat in the car, each looking out their own windows as their
silence was deafening. They spoke not a word to each other as the shops and
restaurants and houses rolled past their windows and the car started to drop
speed. The rain seemed almost endless, as if the angels themselves were crying.
A day like this, the girl was quiet certain that they wept fine, crystal tears
just for her. She had the arrogance to think that.
Their belongs rustled in the back from the movement of the car as it slid to
and fro across the road. It had a mind of its own, like it wanted them to be
killed. The girl would have not been opposed. Mixed with their summer clothes
and belongings that they had hastily packed were numerous quantities of
prescription drugs that had not been approved just yet. Start testing in a town
that was oblivious to everything going on around them.
The car, a 1985 Chevrolet Camaro, turned its way onto the distantly familiar
streets of an old neighborhood. The girl turned her head from the window to the
rosary sitting in her lap, entwined in her jewelry-clad fingers. In these past
years, when she had been in her old life, she could barely remember the street
name or the way the trees looked on a hot summer day or the way the children
laughed as they played carelessly. Riding down in that moment, everything came
back to her as if it was a freshly opened wound.
And it was.
Derry had a certain twinge to the memory of it. Like the way blood tastes.
Repulsive with a metallic taste, but it was something that was attached to you,
whether you like it or not.
Twisting the rosary around in her hands, the girl found herself looking at the
finger on her fourth finger. It was gorgeous to look at, not because it was
expensive or had brilliantly cut diamonds, but because it had a presence and a
life shining back at her in the diamond’s reflection. A story that would never
be told again.
The man sitting next to her grunted, “What is that on your finger?”
She took no time to reply. “A ring.” However they both knew it was so much more
than just a ring.
Silence.
Then he asked another question, “Where did you find her ring?” She gave no
response, before he followed with another question. “You do know who that
belongs to, yes?”
"Yes, father.”
“Then you should have known you should have thrown it out. Give it to me,
Adrianne.” He said sternly, never taking his eyes off of the road. Her left
hand wrapped instinctively around the ring.
“No.”
“Adrianne.”
"I said no.”
In a matter of seconds, his arm shot from the steering wheel and wrestled with
her to remove the ring from her finger. She didn’t let go without a fight
though, as she tried to push his fingers back and pinch him, but it was no use
and it eventually worked the ring off her finger. “You will not be weak like
her, Adrianne.” The man rolled down his window and tossed the ring outside into
the rain.
She screamed bloody murder as she saw the ring leave his fingers and pushed the
car door open and nearly fell out. Her face hit the pavement first as she
tumbled, her arms and legs being scratched from the concrete. Her eyes searched
the road frantically for the ring, even though the rain had pooled on the road
and was bringing pools of rain rushing down into the sewers. Her irises caught
a gleam of the diamond in the gutter as the rain pushed it closer to a drain
and she ran towards it, but it was too late and the ring had been pushed down
into the drain.
“No!” She wailed and reached into the sewer in attempt to grab it. Tears were
streaming down her face now as she refused to accept it was gone. Her hand
grasped for it in the darkness, but deep inside, she knew it was a lost cause.
Tears continued to fall as she reluctantly pulled her arm back from the sewer
drain. She hadn’t even noticed that the car had pulled to the curbside and the
man had exited the car and was now waiting for her to go back inside. Silent
weeps came from her lungs as she sat by the sewer drain, oblivious to the smell
of popcorn and cotton candy that was now wafting out of the drain. As the man
walked beside her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, urging her to come
back to the car, she almost didn’t notice the glow of two amber orbs of light
staring from the bottom of the drain.
Almost.
***** The Barrens *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you so much to everyone who left kudos and comments on the
     prologue. I hope you all enjoy this story and if you have any
     suggestions or things you would like to see, please let me know.
     Thank you!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Adrianne Edlen’s day had been wasted away hunched over kitchen boxes and wedged
between furniture in the house she had spent a majority of her childhood in. It
still shocked her as to why her father had never sold the house, being that it
had been five years since the passing of her mother. Probably saw it as a
backbone incase their life in Pennsylvania never worked out.
Lucky them.
Dusty pictures hung on their wall, showcasing a happy life before the tragedy.
Prey before the predator. The floors had been scrubbed clean as her feet softly
padded down the hallways casually, walking into her childhood bedroom still
clad in the girlish rose hue illuminated by the setting sun. She set down the
crucifix and the bottle of white and blue pills. For the millionth time that
day, she took in her surroundings. Untouched stuffed animals stowed away in
boxes, only a few articles of her clothing hung up in her closet, and the
almost unhealthy amount of books bulging from their place in her bookshelf. For
the summer at least, this was her home. A shell of a joyful child.
On her desk sat her new uniform for the Aladdin theater, which she started the
next day and she wasn’t sure how she felt towards a new job. Polaroid pictures
of her and her friends from Pennsylvania were taped to the walls, depicting
scenes from a life she no longer knew. With a man she could no longer love.
Sitting down on the bed, she took a stuffed animal, a tortoise to be exact, and
began stroking its soft fuzz. Well, if she was being honest, she had no feeling
towards any of the events unfolding around her. Yes, leaving Pennsylvania was
heart wrenching, but she was mourning the death of her past life that didn’t
even belong to her. Mourning a heart that didn’t belong to her. Derry would be
better for her and her father. The only reason why they left was because of the
passing of her mother and wouldn’t it be better to honor the memory of her
mother to return to her hometown?
Her eyes found the bottle of pills again and looked at the digital clock on the
desk with its numbers changing to 7:24 p.m. Dinner would be in less than an
hour and she most certainly did not feel like staying in the house any longer.
She needed fresh air and a place to breath. Her painted fingers grasped around
the pill bottle, opened it, and let two pills slide into her palm. Dry-
swallowing, she closed the cap and grabbed her bag and slung it over her
shoulder as she left the room, turning the lights off as she walked out. Moving
cautiously down the hallway, careful not to disturb her father in his
workplace, she peeked into his room and found that the boxes of medication were
the only things unpacked. No shocker there, really. With a shrug, she thought
to herself, ‘It’s not my problem’.
She stepped out of the house, letting the screen door close behind her and
hopped down the porch steps onto the cement of the pathways. Thus began her
walk.
Memories floated back to her life balloons as she made her way through the
neighborhood and across bridges into town. She remembered the town bullies,
Patrick Hockstetter and Henry Bowers terrorizing the children. She remembered
sitting around in the library, reading to her heart's content of circuses and
wonders of the unusual. She could remember the way every summer, they had a
festival around the fourth of July where they had fireworks and hot dogs
galore. And then the Barrens, the place she used to go to all the time with her
friends when they were out of school.
Adrianne found herself walking towards where the path was that she took to
sneak down to the Barrens. Down the road, near the lightpost was a trail that
led under a bridge and you would follow the stream that flowed through there
and you would end up at the Barrens. She knew the unlikeness that she would see
her friends there again, but part of her still hopped that they were there,
playing and splashing around as they once had. She was a few feet from the
lightpost and now, she could see that there was a sign stapled in. It was a
black and white ‘Have You Seen Me?’ ads. Normally, she wouldn’t have paid
attention, but the picture underneath showed a girl in her mid-teen years with
braces and permed hair smiling. Francesca Romilly. Adrianne tugged it down and
began walking with it to the Barrens. Francesca was dead? Maybe, not dead, but
missing. Even though that usually meant they were no longer breathing.
Francesca was one of the girls Adrianne knew when they were younger. Of course
they weren’t best friends, but the name still rung a bell.
“That is so strange,” Adrianne murmured as she folded the picture and stored it
safely away into her bag.
She walked along the river for a while until she came to a clearing where she
could still see where she came up from, but still wasn’t quite sure where she
was. And it was just fine to keep it that way. Adrianne sat down, resting her
head against one of the rocks and sighed. It was a long day and just a moment,
a few seconds of peace, was greatly appreciated. She sat there for a while,
just relaxing while the cool breeze tugged against her pale legs with her eyes
closed. Twilight had taken over the sky and while the sun still offered just
the slightest bit of warmth, it was beginning to grow chilly. Just a few more
minutes of peace and then she would be going to go grab what she came down here
to get.
Only seconds passed and a voice shrieked, “Adrianne!” With one eye opening
without any alarm, Adrianne’s cobalt eyes turned to see the source of the
sound. Her eyes raked over the figure of Francesca in her baggy jeans and blue
and red tie-dyed sweatshirt, the only thing Adrianne truly remembered her in.
Her clothes are hair were wet, her makeup smeared over her face as if she had
been crying. She sat up suddenly, startled to see her old friend, presumed
missing, standing in front of her.
“Fran?” Adrianne asked, slowly getting to her feet.
“Long time no see, huh?” Francesca giggled, taking a step closer to her.
Adrianne looked behind her, assuring herself that she did take down the picture
of Francesca. “Yeah, I guess you could say that…” She said, cautiously before
reaching down for her bag to let her hand reach inside and grab the paper. “Um,
hey, Fran, I saw that there was this poster…” She unfolded the piece of paper
to discover that the ink had disappeared like the stars in the morning. “I, um,
I could’ve sworn-”
“Sworn you saw my name on the poster?” Francesca filled in, this time even
closer than what Adrianne remembered. She nodded, now finally taking a harder
look at her old friend. Now that she was closer, she could see that her
friend’s skin had seemed bloated with a twinge of blue. Her eyes had no life
inside of them, like they were made of glass. The tie-dyed shirt was not in
fact tie-dye, instead the red staining her shirt was blood, as rich like she
had just been cut. “Nevermind that, it is a prank people are playing on me.
You’ve missed a lot.” Francesca laughed, a little too loud and a little too
out-of-nowhere. It was at this moment, Adrianne noticed a necklace around her
‘friend’s’ neck with a very familiar ring attached as the pendant.
“Hey, where did you find-”
“Why don’t you come catch up?” Francesca interrupted, covering the necklace
with her left hand. “We’re all down near the circus.” Her crimson painted
finger pointed towards one of the sewer drain. “We all float there.”
“Float?” Adrianne asked cautiously, trying to take another step back. Francesca
reached out and grasped her arm in record time, almost inhumanly.
Francesca’s grip on her tightened while her face broke into a devilish grin.
“Yes, and when you’re down here with us…” Her voice was dropping several
octaves.
“You’ll…
Skin peeled off in rotten strips to reveal stark white skin underneath with
painted ruby lines that looked like dried blood.
“Float...
Her clothes seemed to rip off as she grew inch after inch, revealing a
Elizabethan jester costume underneath as It grew almost two feet above her.
Eyes of pure amber stared back at the young teenagers with a hunger that she
had never seen in another person’s eyes before.
“Too!”
Ripping her arm away, Adrianne ran. It’s maniacal laughter ran out like songs
and hung in the air like wet clothes, smacking her as she escaped. She ran and
ran and ran, tripping over rocks and falling into the water. She ripped her
cheek open on sharp branches as she sprinted far away from the Barrens. Her
lungs felt like they were going to collapse in seconds as she ran, her heart
was pumping like it had never before, and she could’ve sworn she could have
beaten a cheetah in a race. But still the laughter seemed to echo in her head
and she had to force herself to push it back.
In no time, she found herself slowing down her pace as she reached her
neighborhood. Her entire body was on fire and pain surged through her limbs,
the feeling terribly prominent as her adrenaline rush blinded her from
realizing it. She walked slowly to her house, wincing at every sharp pain she
felt. Adrianne nearly collapsed on her porch once she got home, breathing
deeply to calm herself down.
It was a hallucination. It had to have been. That was one of the side-effects
of her pills, right? There was no way that was real. If it was, she was going
crazy. Perhaps she already was crazy, especially after what had happened.
No-she promised herself that she would not think about it again. It had been to
much to deal with in the first place, she was not going to go through it again.
Not this time.
It was a hallucination. She would tell her father and he would take her off the
medication for good. It had been too real, dangerous perhaps. It was then she
saw a myriad of kids riding their bikes down the street. Six boys and a girl,
chasing after each other, speaking about something Adrianne could only hear
fragments about.
“...in the Barrens.”
“That’s where they found her?”
“...said her t-shirt looked like tie-dye.”
“What was her name again?”
“Francesca something.”
“...probably see the posters sometime later tomorrow.”
It was then Adrianne rushed inside, shutting the door firmly behind it. It was
a hallucination, a hallucination, a hallucination, a hallucination. Nothing
more, nothing less. It was the medication, It wasn’t anything else. She was
fine, she was safe. She was back home and she was safe. From the outside
monsters, at least.
“Adrianne, god dammit! Come here.” Her father yelled at the top of his lungs.
Quickly, she threw her bag back down on the couch and hobbled over to his
office, holding onto the wall for support. Leaning up against the door, she
spoke. “Sorry, I-I just was going about the town, seeing what I could
remember.”
“You can’t fucking do that without telling me. I was expecting you to make
dinner, but I just ordered pizza because I didn’t know when you were coming
back home.” He uttered under his breath. Her father held out a small dixie cup
with a cocktail of pills of different colors and sizes. “Here, try this
combination and tell me what happens.”
“About the medication,” Adrianne began.
“Don’t worry about the old one, it was a placebo to see how you were doing
normally with the changes to Derry.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I-I’m sorry? Did you say a gazebo?”
“No, a placebo. Meaning, it was fake-” he began, while Adrianne leaned up
against the wall, clutching onto her head.
“I know what a fucking gazebo is.” She said, quite harshly.
“What did you just say?” He turned around to face her, a scowl on his face.
Obviously she had spoken out of turn.
She straightened and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Take your medicine and go to your room.” Her father said sternly and she would
have never started a fight with him. Slowly, Adrianne made her way back to her
room, opened the door and stepped inside. She shut the door and fell onto her
bed. Adjusting her head so that it was resting on her forearms, Adrianne caught
sight of something and screamed.
At the foot of her bed was her stuffed tortoise suspended by a pure white
ribbon tied to a cherry red balloon.
Chapter End Notes
     Two chapters in less that twenty-four hours, a record. As much as I
     wish this would happen on a regular basis I cannot say that it will.
     I attend a very difficult school with a rigorous and long homework
     load and on top of that, I have extra-curriculars to attend most days
     after school. I will do my best though and soon enough I will get a
     relationship going along. Smut will be not in the next chapter (at
     least I am not planning it), but it will be in the third chapter.
     However to make up for that, I have a little saying for y'all. When
     In Rome do as the Roman(s) do.
     As always, leave suggestions if you have them! Thanks for reading!
***** Some People Can Just Be Clowns *****
Chapter Notes
     No smut in this chapter, but excited for the next chapter. There will
     be some good times.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
‘Tip: never work at a movie theater.’ The letters appeared in bright blue ink
onto the back of an off-white postcard, showcasing one of the only shots of
Derry that made it seem appealing, the river running deep into the forest
surrounding the town infested with wildlife. Adrianne set her pen down and sat
back into the worn-out cherry chair. She flipped the card and pursed her lips
as the view came to her again. Derry did remind her of Hemlock Grove, bits and
pieces of it did, at least. It was the only reason she had chosen that card in
the first place, because it reminded her of home. She hoped Kimberly would see
that too once she saw a card from her friend in the mail.
‘You have nothing to do when tickets for a movie aren’t being bought. It gets
way too hot and the guys who usually come to the window are with their dates.
Derry is-’ she stopped, knowing that it would probably be best not to come off
as completely miserable, ‘Derry, I guess. I hope you guys are having fun and
tell everyone I miss them. Dad says we may come back in the fall, but I’m not
sure. Fingers-crossed I don’t end up in Derry High.’ Three taps came to the
window, smudging the glass with greasy fingerprints. She had to hold back a
grimace for she would be the one to clean that up. Four teen boys peered at her
through the glass, smirking and inspecting her to see if she would be annoyed.
Forcing down her irritation, she offered them a polite smile.
“Hi, what movie do you want to see tonight?” She asked, getting out the cashbox
and the movie stubs.
The one with the mullet spoke up, seeming to be the leader of the group. “Pet
Cemetery.”
Adrianne smirked, took one finger and flicked it against her temple in an ‘a-
ha’ moment. “Stephen King, he’s a genius. Fifteen dollars for all of you then.”
The boy took a moment and let out a long, low whistle while his friends erupted
into groans and murmurs.
“C’mon, babe, you don’t think you could let us through?” The long haired one
finally spoke up, beating his fists against his chest.
Mullet rested his forearms are the outside counter, smirking as he did so.
“Look, have you ever kissed a rabbit between the ears?” He asked and Adrianne
shook her head, almost dreading what was coming next. He pulled his pockets
inside-out and said, “Would you like to?”
“Fifteen dollars,” she said, ignoring the hoots of his friends
Long-hair and big nose were next.”You’ve got a little something on your chest.
And they happen to be my eyes.” and “Hey, I lost my virginity. Can I take
yours?” She could feel her face growing hot and red from both embarrassment and
anger.
“Do you guys want to see the movie or no?” She asked, now letting her
irritation finally show through. The boys, by now, were clearly laughing as
loudly and as hard as they possibly could. Didn’t they think this was so
hilarious.
The door behind Adrianne opened and in came Daniel Uris, looking like he had
experienced this way too many times to count. “Come on, guys. We know you are
just going to try to sneak into the theater and we’re going to catch you yet
again. The story is exactly the same every time. Just go home to your daddy,
Bowers. You too, Hockstetter.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Damn,” Bowers said, “Can’t a guy have a little fun?” and motioned for his
friends to go with him. The boys left, raising their middle fingers up to
Daniel and Adrianne as they left, howling with laughter still. Remarking on how
red her face had gotten. Joking that they would still ‘tap that ass’ and if
‘only she wasn’t God’s little prude’.
Daniel slid into the chair next to Adrianne, checking to make sure that the
boys were seriously gone. “Sorry about them. Bullies of the town, you know?
Everyone just has to deal with them, just wouldn’t feel like Derry without
them.” He leaned forward on his chair and rested his face in his hands.
“No, I totally understand. People are just like that sometimes.” She responded,
closing the cash box and placing the ticket stubs back into their rightful
place. “We had some people like that in my old town.”
“That’s right,” he said. “I totally forgot you were new.”
Adrianne raised a finger, chuckling slightly as she intervened. “Technically
new. I spent some of my childhood in Derry before we moved.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Really, really.”
“When did you leave?”
Adrianne took a moment, counting the years in her head quickly. “Five, I
believe. Six, maybe. We left when I was about nine or ten. I cannot remember
honestly.”
“I can’t remember you ever being here.” He said, leaning back in his chair
while his fingers combed through his curly hair. “Then again, you’re closer to
my brother’s age than mine.”
Adrianne laughed slightly. “I guess you’re right there. What’s your brother’s
name again?”
“Stanely when he’s in trouble, Stan when he’s around, you know, regular people,
and Stan the Man when he’s around his friends.”
“Let me guess, you’re Dan the Man?” She asked as a couple came up to the
window, asked for tickets to see the Batman movie, exchanged money, and rushed
inside like they had been late for their movie.
“I wish. Just Dan or Danny.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Adrianne locked eyes with Daniel. “Fine, Danny
Zuko.”
“First day and I already seem like that much of an asshole to you.” He joked,
as Adrianne hit him playfully in the chest. “Hey, c’mon! I saved you from a
bunch of bastards earlier.” He paused as his eyes looked out the cashier window
to a man walking up to the box office. Lowering his voice, he said, “And it
looks like I’m going to save you from a champagne and cocaine kind-of douche.”
The girl let her eyes go from Daniel to the man and she froze immediately. His
long legs strode pridefully wherever he walked, his clothes were tailored to
perfection, and a cigarette dangled from his plump lips. His chestnut, greased
back hair with a strand or two dangling from his forehead complimenting his
high cheekbones and stone-cold expression that was as unreadable as a ancient,
foreign language lost to the years.
Roman Godfrey.
A man she had fallen in love with from afar, someone would never know she
existed if it weren’t for brief interactions in the hallways back in Hemlock
Grove. It was him, she just knew it. She had never truly ever said a word to
him, afraid that who might’ve spoken back might not have matched the perfect
image in her head and after months creating the perfect mystery, she would not
let that change. Not even if this was her second chance to finally get what she
wanted.
As soon as Roman approached the window, Adrianne painted a beautiful smile on
her own lips and asked as polite as possible, “What movie would you like to see
tonight, sir?” His eyes looked upon hers. Bright amber eyes stared back at her.
This wasn’t Roman. She knew, because Roman had the most beautiful green eyes
she had ever seen. But perhaps they were contacts! Maybe he was simply trying
out a new style.
“Dead Poet’s Society for the 8:15 showing.” He said, pulling out his wallet and
passing four dollars across the counter. “Keep the change.” Enough money to
throw away, definitely Roman.
She smiled again as she pushed the ticket stub under the the glass divider and
let her fingertip brush up against his, despite how unhealthy cold it was.
“Thank you. By the way, your contacts are amazing. Really convincing.”
Roman grinned, almost sickeningly so. “They’re not contacts.” With his
forefinger, his finger brought out the long silver chain and attached to his
was the ring. Unbroken and clearly taken care of. Adrianne still almost lost
her lunch.
“Enjoy your movie,” she managed to get out as the man walked away.
Watching the other man walk into the theater, Daniel raised an eyebrow. “I have
never seen that dude in my entire life. You alright?” He asked, letting his
eyes roam over her hardened expression. Her skin had paled to the point where
she almost looked ghostly and her eyes were frozen as if she had seen something
irreversible.
‘Snap out of it!’ She told herself, but it was like was a deer in headlights.
That couldn’t have been the clown. It couldn’t have been. It was Roman, but
Roman didn’t have her ring. IT did. Francesca didn’t have her ring, but IT did.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Her voice was equivalent to a swimmer’s anxiety as they tread
in open water, oblivious to whatever was swimming below them. “I just-I need to
go check something. Be look-out for me?” Adrianne was out of the box, even
before she saw Daniel give the okay for her to leave. She raced through the
doors and looked at the concessions stand. Only the cashier stood in her view.
Trying not to seem completely frantic, she walked out of the lobby and down the
hall into where the movies for Dead Poets Society would be showing. Before she
knew it, she was in a sprint, nearly passing the door before she slowed down.
Swinging the door open, she hurried inside to check the theater’s seats. The
film reel had stopped showing advertisements and was completely black. She
turned her head to face to audience. The entire theater was vacant.
With labored breaths, Adrianne slowly made her way back to the box office with
a shiver running through her body. Perhaps he was in the bathroom or maybe just
decided to go see another movie, maybe she just missed him. Walking up to the
concessions stand, she placed her arms on the glass table. “Can I just get a
water, Jessica?” She asked.
“No problem. You looking for someone?” She asked as she turned her back to
Adrianne and filled a cup. She slid the water down to Adrianne.
“Yeah. Did you see a guy come in? Really tall, brown hair, looked kind of sulk-
y.” She asked, taking a sip of her water, in an effort to calm herself down.
Jessica raked her hand through her hair, thinking for a long moment. “Nope,”
She finally answered. “Just that couple walked through.”
“I’m going insane…” Adrianne murmured as she stood up to leave. “Thanks,
Jessica.”
“No problem, see you when your shift is over.” She said before returning to
wipe down the counter with a clean rag.
Adrianne walked outside and back into her booth where Daniel was helping a
rather-irritated customer. “Look, there were these kids in the bathroom! I am
certain of it, they were playing these pranks and giggling. Saying weird shit.”
He yelled through the glass.
“Sir, I will go look into it immediately. I’m just waiting for-Ah,” Daniel said
as he noticed Adrianne. “She returns. I’ve got to look into some kids screwing
around and I’ll be right back after. Want me to drive you home later tonight?”
After tonight, she wasn’t taking any chances by walking alone. “That would be
wonderful, thank you. Good luck,” she said as she replaced him in the chair.
Daniel walked out of the box and into the movie theater. “Sorry about all that,
sir. We’ll get the problem fixed in no time.”
“There should have been no problem in the first place. I swear to God, kids
these days. They come up with the most creative ways to prank adults. Their
voices were coming from the sink-it was close to terrifying. Some people
probably think they’re like Bozo, really funny clowns.”
“You’d be amazed at how frightening clowns can be.”
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***** Blood and Tears *****
Chapter Notes
     No asked for this, but here it is. Warning: It goes from 0 to 100 to
     1000 real quick. Smut, enjoy, you sinners.
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Pure, white clouds dotted a brilliant blue sky while birds sang their gorgeous
melodies high in their tree-top towers. The air was fresh and smelled faintly
of vanilla and cookies down Main Street. The bell inside the bakery jingled as
the door was pushed open and out emerged Adrianne, holding a cookie wrapped in
wax paper in a one hand and a bag full of overpriced summer clothes in the
other. Her first week back in Derry had concluded without another sighting of
IT. Finally, Adrianne celebrated her first night that she got a decent amount
of sleep without waking up, scared of whatever nightmare had plagued her that
night. And that called for a celebratory cookie.
Her rosary thumped against her chest as she walked in a long stride and her
dress flowed around her knees as the slight breeze blew through Derry. The
bottle of pills shook in her backpack, as a reminder in case she needed to take
them. The new assortment of chemical candy had finally began to settle into her
routine and she had reached the acme of her week. That’s what her father had
told her the previous night over diner and that he was thinking of keeping her
on this medication for a while now. Work had also become extraordinarily fun
with Daniel and Jessica. They had spent the last few nights together closing
up, eating whatever was left of the popcorn then watching the funniest ads
before the movies before they shut the projectors down for the night. In fact,
they were meeting later that night to marathon the Friday the Thirteenth
movies.
Through the tinted frames of her sunglasses, Adrianne watched the people of
Derry. Driving theirs cars, climbing the trees in the park, eating outside at a
restaurant, or walking right along besides her. But through a closer glance,
she could see tears falling down the cheeks of a driver, watched as a kid
pushed another out of a tree, heard an argument breaking out over lunch and
even noticed people throwing side glances over at her. She couldn’t decide if
they were meant to be offensive or not.
After walking through the central hub of Derry, it was about the time that she
should have started heading home. The only reason her father had even sent her
out was to take some medication to Mr. Keene at the pharmacy anyways. She
probably wasn’t supposed to go shopping...or stop at the bakery. She turned
down onto Neibolt Street, a short-cut that Daniel had shown her the first night
he had driven her home. To walk through the train yard would have her just a
five minute walking distance from her house, versus twenty minutes. It was
clearly a no-brainer. She walked down the sidewalk, watching as the houses got
constantly shabbier as she passed each one. Her slim fingers carefully wrapped
around the beads of her rosary, biting her lips as she slowly walked down the
path. The wind blew at her platinum hair, whipping tendrils of her hair against
her face.
Clouds suddenly covered the sun, casting the entire town of Derry into a
shadow.
Adrianne let her blue eyes trail to the sky, realizing that now the entire sky
was blanketed in dark grey clouds. It had been sunny fifteen minutes ago! Then
again, the weather could change so frequently up there. It could be sunny one
minute and raining the next.
She finally was near the last house, 29 Neibolt Street. This one by far was in
the worst shape. Sliding was falling off the side, windows were broken, and the
paint had been completely stripped off to reveal the brown, wooden, and
degraded exterior. Rain had just began to pour and pour
. Thunder rolled in the distance and she waited only a few seconds before she
heard the crack of lightning. She looked over at the train yard across the
field, and the yard through the Neibolt house. Well, it maybe would be faster.
She took a step into the dying grass of the yard, biting her lip as she
continued to walk. The grass was nearly up to her knees and bugs were hidden in
the long blades, causing her to wince with every step she took.
She was in the backyard now, looking over to the train-yard. An odd feeling was
beginning to come over her, like clouds shading her in darkness. It was slow
and stalking, but IT was certainly there.
Something grasped onto her arm, startling her and IT tried to pull her down.
Adrianne snapped her head to face her worst fear. On the ground was a middle-
aged woman, her blonde hair covering her face. Her pearl dress was stained with
a mixture of blood and dirt and her long nails dug into Adrianne’s skin,
cutting her soft flesh. It was only when she noticed that in place of the
women’s legs were bloodied stubs of flesh, showing the two broken bones.
“Adrianne,” the woman pleaded. “Adrianne, please…” The woman looked up and
finally revealed her face. Maggots swarmed through open wounds in her eye and
on her cheek. One of her eyes had popped out of its socket and looked as if it
had a bite taken out of it. Tears pricked Adrianne’s blue eyes, the exact same
color as the woman’s. “Help me...Adrianne, please, please help me.”
“M-mom,” her voice cracked as she tried to retch her arm free from the corpse’s
grasp. “I-I-I” she couldn’t continue before breaking into a mess. Her tears
mixed with the harsh rain that came down onto her face. Knees wobbling and body
shaking, Adrianne had to wrestle with the corpse a good while before she was
free of the woman’s grasp. She forced her legs to start running to escape the
corpse, but her mother did not give up without a fight. She let out a gut-
wrenching scream and clawed at her daughter’s leg, giving her several bleeding
scratches. She ran back out onto the street, tripping over her own feet as she
sobbed.
There she stood, bleeding and crying, on Neibolt street. If she thought fate
couldn’t get worse, a voice spoke out from behind her. “Well, if isn’t it God’s
little whore.” Slowly, Adrianne turned around and faced Henry Bowers and the
rest of them.
“L-leave me alone.” She ordered, despite her newly-adopted stutter. The boys
laughed, circling around her like a shark and its prey.
“You sound like Stuttering Bill, Mother Mary.” Patrick Hockstetter said,
grabbing her around by the throat and letting his hand roam down the side of
her body. Hiccups started to escape her throat as her tears seemed endless.
Henry Bowers took a step towards her and pulled out his switchblade. He took
the knife and led it to her rosary, putting it under the beads and pulling her
forward by it. “You know, walking in the open can lead to someone getting hurt.
You’ll be the sorest girl in Derry if you’re not the sorriest.” He pulled his
switchblade back towards himself and broke her rosary, letting the beads and
the small crucifix go flying.
“Look at how scared the poor girl looks,” another boy said. Adrianne closed her
eyes to not face what was inevitably coming.
Patrick pushed his groin up against her back while Henry pushed himself up
against her front. “Shut the fuck up, Matt.” Henry said. She was trying her
hardest not to cry any further, holding her breath and tensing her entire body.
The blade of the knife pressed up against her cheek, cutting her skin open
while blood began to seep out. Before she could scream, Henry’s lips pressed up
against hers while Patrick held down her arms. Without thinking, Adrianne bit
down on his lip and forced her eyes open again. Henry backed up, pressing a
finger to his lips to check if there was any blood. “You fucking bitch!” he
yelled. Without hesitation, Henry threw a punch straight into her gut, causing
her to let out a scream of pain.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Yelled another voice. Patrick had let go of
Adrianne’s arms and without having enough strength to support herself, she feel
to her knees. Burying her head in her hands, Adrianne sobbed and wept into the
concrete. The boys backed away from Adrianne and she could hear the man’s heavy
footsteps come down onto the street.
Henry cleared his throat and held his hands up in defense. “We were just
teaching this bitch what she needed to learn.”
“You better get the fuck out of here before I teach you a fucking lesson.” The
man said, approaching Adrianne’s shaking body.
“Yeah and what if we don’t?”
Adrianne heard the sound of a gun click. “You will.” Thus went the scampering
of feet off as he fired two warning shots in the air. The heavy footfalls
stopped right beside her and the man kneeled down next to her. “C’mon. Get up.”
He urged, his hand resting on the small of her back.
Sniffing, she asked, “Are they gone?”
“Yes and I have a feeling they aren’t going to be bothering us any more.” He
said. Finally Adrianne raised her head, back up from the concrete. The smiling
face of Roman looked right back at her. “Hey,” he said, offering a hand to help
her up. She took it hesitantly, noticing the regular greenness of his eyes was
back. As she got to her feet, she enveloped him in a hug. Something she had
never done before.
“Roman,” she said quietly, holding onto him as if she was never going to see
him again. His arms wrapped around her waist while he buried his face into the
side of her neck. “What are you doing here?” She asked.
Pushing a strand of bloodied hair away from her face, Roman pursed his lips
together. “Don’t worry about that, Adri. Let’s go inside to wait out the storm
before I take you home.” Adrianne nodded before she realized she was walking
right towards 29 Neibolt Street.
Stopping mid in her tracks, Adrianne pulled his hand back. “We can’t go in
there.”
“Why not?” He laughed, “That’s where I live.”
Adrianne bit her lip, looking over the house expecting to see her mother
crawling out from behind the house. She was debating whether or not to tell
him, figuring that she was absolutely crazy. “You live here?”
“Definitely different than from what you normally saw, huh? We’re renovating.
What’s wrong? You’re just a little stuck-up priss?”
“No!” Adrianne said, a little too defensively. “It’s just that, and I know this
may sound crazy, but I saw my mother in the backyard.”
“But don’t you live in Derry with your family?” He asked.
Adrianne shook her head. “No, you don’t get it. My mother has been dead for
five years.” She explained, but Roman shook his head and threw his arm around
her shoulder tightly.
“You’re going crazy, Adrianne. Let’s go inside.” With more than a gentle nudge,
Roman led her inside the crackhouse. The inside did not look much better than
the outside. Cobwebs and broken tree limbs covered the house with a blanket of
dust complimenting the scarce light boarded up from the windows.
“Roman, I don’t know-” Adrianne started, but Roman’s hands found her waist and
pulled her close to him. With the tips of his fore and middle finger, he raised
her chin and bent down slightly to have his lips press against hers. Adrianne
did not refuse at all and accepted with open arms. She threw her arms around
his neck, stepping on her tiptoes to reach him while they kissed. It was
everything she had ever wished for and more as he let his fingers get caught in
her hair. Pulling her chest closer to his, Adrianne pulled back for a second,
letting herself catch her breath. Hot and desperate kisses met her lips while
the storm outside raged on, the rain drops beginning to pick-up speed in the
storm.
He pulled his lips back hastily, giving her an evil grin before turning her
around to not face him. His lips went to work on her neck, biting and kissing
her fragile skin there. His large hands traveled up and down her body, playing
with the hem of her dress. She sighed at the pleasure of it all and she could
feel herself growing damp, just at the thought that Roman Godfrey was touching
her in such an explicit way.
He pushed her hips back near his crotch where she could feel his hardening cock
straining against the zipper of his pants. “Jesus Christ, Roman…” She said
breathily.
“Don’t say that name,” he said, letting his hand wrap around her throat and
constricted her air flow. His one free hand; however, had travelled up her left
leg and was playing dangerously beneath her dress. The touch of his fingers
against her skin made her body feel like the riff of an electric guitar. He
started to grind against her ass, still biting her neck to form an myriad of
hickies. His fingers found the hem of her panties and let them, tug at the
elastic. Teasing her and stringing her along. She sighed as her breath started
to pick up speed. Only when she thought his hand was going straight for her
center was he pulled away completely. She let out a groan of frustration while
he proceeded to remove her jean jacket and then allowed her to lift the flowy
white dress of her body. There she stood, in her thin cotton bra and panties.
He turned her around to look at him as he first went for her breasts. His
fingers pulled down her straps, pushing the fabric aside to see her small
breasts. “Beautiful…” He murmured. From hearing that, she unclasped her bra in
the back and let it slowly slide of her arms, exposing her chest to him. His
fingers went to work, teasing her pink nipples to harden. He moved his lips
closer to her breasts and kissed her left bud before fully letting his lips
suck on her breast. She gasped at the sensation, letting him work as fast or as
slow as he wished. With his other hand, he massaged her other breast before
switching to the other. He stopped for a moment, rejoining his lips with hers,
and pushed her to chaise lounge chair where she fell back onto the dusty
cushions. Hungrily, he returned to her breasts. Her chest was rising and
falling with her labored breathing. He stopped, letting his lips trail to her
breastbone before kissing downwards near her naval. He let his hot breath stay
there while his eyes lock eyes with hers. With one slow motion, he let his
tongue lick her clothed womanhood. She whimpered and closed her eyes, letting
her head fall back onto the pillow.
Adrianne heard a rip and felt the cold air hit her womanhood. He threw her
ruined panties aside and let his tongue go to work. His fingers interlocked
with hers and held her in place. He expertly licked up her center folds,
dipping into her pussy every once in a while to make her squirm. She heard a
dark chuckle here and there, but didn’t look up at her lover until his lips
wrapped around her aching clit. “God damn,” she breathed as she looked up. She
screamed again, because instead of Roman, the god forsaken clown had taken his
place.
She immediately sat up and let go of his fingers, but he beat her to it. With
one hand wrapping around her throat, he forced her back down onto the couch. He
loomed over her body like a menacing shadow and tears pricked her eyes for what
seemed like the millionth time that day. “Please…don’t do this.” She begged
him.
The clown laughed manically as he held her down and fumbled with his clown-
suit. “Adrianne, if only I could stop myself.” He said, finally letting his
cock free. She couldn’t even look at it, but when he pressed himself against
her leg, she knew it would be too much for her to handle. She had never had
sex; per say, but she had gotten pretty far with a guy. Just never this far and
after this, she was certain she would never want to do anything like this ever
again. He kissed her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth and she had to
fight the urge not to bite him. He could have done much worse than what Henry
Bowers ever dreamed of.
When he finally pulled back and positioned himself at her entrance, she was
shaking like a leaf under his size. “Please, please…I don’t want to do this.”
Hot tears escaped her eyes like the rain drops outside.
“Say another word against me and I’ll kill everyone you’ve ever loved.” He
threatened, “I don’t want to hear anything except you begging for me.
Understand?” His voice was terrifying, but it got his point across. Adrianne
nodded slowly before he grinned. Without any warning, he pushed himself inside
of her. He began to thrust inside of her, letting her take absolutely no time
to adjust to his size. She could’ve sworn he was growing inside her too as he
kept her eyes locked with his. There was no sympathy in his eyes, they belonged
to an absolute monster. She could feel herself stretching for him as she
wrapped her legs around his waist. His large hand wrapped even tighter around
her throat to the point where she could barely breathe. He seemed to lost in
his own mind to even notice her. His amber eyes seemed to glow with lust as he
stared at her.
By some miracle, he began to thrust even faster than what was probably possible
for a normal person. Tears escaped her eyes as she grabbed onto his arm for
support. To her disbelief, she couldn’t believe that he was making her wet.
Forcing down every moan that came to her, Adrianne hated the feeling he was
making her experience. As if he was reading her mind, he whispered in her ear.
“It is alright to be enjoying this.” There was this stupidly smug look on his
face that she absolutely hated. She bit her lip in efforts to keep from saying
something she would later regret. Slowly, she could feel a tension-a need-
building up in her lower stomach. Letting out a moan of pure bliss, Adrianne
arched her back up towards him, something he took advantage of immediately. He
let go of her throat and held onto her closer. “Come with me,” he murmured
under his breath. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he led his lips to
hers once again.
In no time, Adrianne forced herself away from the kiss and let out a labored
groan as her orgasm raked over her body. At that moment, she could feel her
lover bury himself deep within her, holding her close to make sure she felt
everything he did. He thrust a few more times to finish out before abruptly
pulling out of her, leaving her a disheveled mess on the chaise lounge.
Adrianne lay on the chaise lounge, taking her sweet time to process what had
just happened. She wiped the sweat off her brow and tried to catch her breath
before looking over at the clown to see him looking as if they hadn’t had sex
at all. “What the actual fuck just happened?” She whispered to herself.
“I take it that you don’t want my opinion.” He presumed as she got up and
picked up her panties. They were ripped to absolute shreds.
“Quite frankly, I don’t. I don’t even know your name, because it sure as hell
isn’t Roman.” She replied, picking her bra back up and putting it on followed
by her dress.
“It’s Pennywise. Don’t humans ask that before they are intimate?” She shot him
a dirty look. Looking her over, he raised an eyebrow. “Where do you think you
are going?”
Adrianne looked at him, then the door, then at him again. “I have to go home.”
“You don’t want to do that again?” He asked, moving closer to her.
“How often can you, um, do that in a row?” She asked, feeling rather awkward
that she had just asked that to a clown who had literally transformed himself
into another fucking person.
Pennywise grinned his sickening grin again and said, “As many times as you
want.”
Adrianne picked up her jacket and tossed it over her shoulder. “Alright, with
that piece of knowledge in my head…I have to leave.”
She began to walk out the door, but Pennywise called to her. “Be a good girl,
Adrianne. I’ll be watching.”
When she finally exited the house, she pressed her back against the door.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm going to Hell.
***** Chemical Cotton Candy *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm going to admit that this chapter has no real purpose, but I just
     wrote it because I needed to write something.
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The boombox speakers blared Soft Cell’s ‘Tainted Love’ on the porch of the
Edlen household in the summer heat. It was sweltering and way to hot to stay
inside the house, even though the outside wasn’t much better. Adrianne sat on
the porch swing whilst painting her toes with a cobalt color that mirrored the
hue of her eyes. The swing swayed back in for in momentum as she waited for her
father to come out of the house. She had known that he had stayed up
exceptionally late, working on a new medication for her to try out. Usually
that was what he was normally doing anyways and when she protested him later in
the morning as they were walking to church, he would always complain that he
was very close to a break-through and that she shouldn’t object. He said that
whatever he was doing was helping her in the long-run. For the first few years,
she began to believe that. It was only until the first time he took her off the
medication that was actually working for her and switched it for one that
induced her first set of hallucinations and addiction. It was an accident, he
had told her, it would never happen again. For the first time, she believed it.
It was when he set her back on her track that he took another medicine, a
modified version of the first and got her hooked on that.
She remembered walking into his room one day,
It was an accident
and found his journal. Adrianne had always had an interest in the medical field
and believed that she could possibly had a career in it one day. So she began
to read his journal. Graphic and detailed analysis of her behavior was what she
found, finding details of what he wished the medicine would accomplish and what
he would need to work on. She found out that he wanted to move onto something
bigger, to see what he could do with the human mind. Instead of doing it to
himself, he would have to use someone expendable and who wouldn’t know he was
performing these works. Who better to use
It would never happen again.
than his own daughter? Then the experiments began. He started using harder
chemicals to manipulate her mind’s functions.
It was
She made a mess of the room. Throwing the bottles of pills and smashing them on
the floor. Pulling his folders and papers from shelves, setting them on fire
and ripping them to shreds.
An Accident.
She remembered the yelling way more than anything else. The way his face turned
the bright crimson when he saw what she had done. The way that the veins
protrude from his head as he screamed at her. She had seen him angry before,
It would never
but never as bad as this. He had taken a syringe and sedated her. From that
moment forward, she never remembered the way after that. The next thing she
knew was that she was back on a concoction of different pills the next day and
had she remembered him apologizing to her, over and over again. They were
always empty apologies.
happen again.
Her father had meddled in her brain enough and she realized she no longer had a
control or say in who controlled her. He kept getting her addicted, seeing what
it would do to her and then take them away and force her through withdrawal.
This happened a number of times before Adrianne decided she had had enough. She
began disobeying her father. Ignoring her pills and throwing them out or giving
them to other people who she thought needed them more than she did. That’s
where Roman came in. It was late one night at a party and she had just
carelessly taken her bottle after letting some people take them, like cookies
at a party. She had become a regular at these parties and that was the first
time they had ever actually talked to each other. He admitted he hated parties
and trying to seem nonchalant, Adrianne agreed. It was the days that followed
that led them to spend entire days at the amusement park before asking
themselves how it had gotten dark. The days they’d swim naked in his family’s
pond. To go driving into the middle of nowhere and just talking, listening to
the whispers of wind in Hemlock Grove. She had fallen undoubtedly in love with
him.
And that was her fault.
Well, eventually, her father found out about all of her habits. The parties,
the smoking, the illegal sharing of ‘prescription drugs’ and Roman. Roman, whom
was one of the few people Adrianne told about her father to, knew everything
and that was too dangerous. The day came right after school had ended and her
father came into her room in the dark hours of the morning and commanded her to
start packing. That’s how she ended up in Derry, in this whole fucking
situation.
The clown, Pennywise as he called himself, had been messing with her mind and
she was certain of it. It was either that or due to all the drugs, she was
going absolutely crazy. Adrianne knew it would be a bad idea to come off her
pills and she was almost quite certain that he was real, ever since she found
out she had originally been on placebo pills. She saw signs of him almost
everywhere. Red balloons appearing out of nowhere, her bathroom having the
faint smell of popcorn and burnt sugar, and today, her red lipstick had been
the only thing on her vanity, when she knew in fact that it had been tucked
away in her drawer the night before.
Nevertheless, she ended up wearing it, almost scared to see what would happen
if she didn’t put it on.
He had been haunting her dreams, making her relive that scene in the Neibolt
House. Each and every time, she woke up crying. Her first time had been
completely ruined by him and he gave little to no consideration. She barely
knew if he would come to see her again or if that was all he ever wanted. In
her case, she was hoping for the latter. He couldn’t possibly want anything
more from her-she had given him all she really had left!
But that’s not how life worked for her. She knew that he would want something
more, whatever it be. Without hesitation, she would have to give it to him.
Adrianne despised how easily people could control her and it wasn’t the fault
of the pills.
Just then, her father bounded out of the house in his Sunday’s best. He took
one look at her, clearly out of breath, and said, “You’re painting your
toenails? This is why we’re always so fucking late, Adrianne.” She pursed her
lips, waiting for a second before putting the cap back onto her nail polish. It
wasn’t worth fighting today. Sliding her feet into her sandals, she stood up
and followed her father down their porch and into the car. For the next five
minutes while they drove to church, she listened to her father’s never-ending
rant of how they were never on time for anything and that if she even wanted to
go to church, she would have been in the car and ready. Adrianne tuned out more
than ninety percent of this. The parts that she did hear made her absolutely
fuming, though she would never say so aloud. She bit back down on her tongue to
refrain from any rude remarks she may have let slip.
When they finally arrived at the church, Adrianne couldn’t help but notice the
fair going on down at the school right next door. She saw all the money-traps,
the thrill rides with more than a few screws loose, and the copious amounts of
children running wildly around. She was sure that the liturgy was going to be
more than just noisy. Her father had already run into church by now, not even
giving her a second glance.
Perhaps God wouldn’t smite her if she missed one mass and got cotton candy
instead. So off in that direction her feet went.
She weaved her way in between carts of popcorn and booths that promised
mediocre prizes for extravagant prices. Passing children and adults alike,
Adrianne watched the crowd carefully for both her father and Pennywise. She
wouldn’t have been surprised if he had shown up unexpectedly. Seemed like a
wonderful way to traumatize children, like what he had been doing to her for
the past week. She eventually got into a line for cotton candy and waited until
the vendor got to her. Asking for blue cotton candy, she pulled out a crumpled
dollar of her purse and passed it over to him. He exchanged the money for the
cotton candy and away Adrianne went on her merry way.
Little by little, she began eating the cotton candy. It wasn’t until she had
made it through a good portion of the fair when someone tapped on her shoulder
with one long finger. She turned around and faced the person she was second-to-
least excited to see.
“Do you want a balloon, Adrianne?”
Chapter End Notes
     So I'm running out of ideas. I don't know if you guys can tell. I am
     at the point in my writing where it's a fork in the road. I can
     either take a really dark turn without a whole lot of fluff or I can
     take the ooc Pennywise and make this into a She's All That with a
     clown serial killer. Please, please, please suggest what you'd like
     to see, because I wasn't very smart and didn't map this all out. I
     also just want to know what you guys want to see.
     I also don't know if I am going to make this into a very romantic
     fanfiction between Pennywise and Adrianne. I'm that person who is
     intrigued by it, but also, he literally murders children. So I ain't
     kinkshaming anyone, but let me know what you want to see so I'm not
     shameful.
     Thank you again to everyone who is liking, commenting, and
     bookmarking. Every time I see someone new, it makes my heart swell,
     so thank you very much.
     P.S. Do you guys like the smut or no?? Because like smut is smut, but
     I feel like some people may be like, "OH, okay, so that's how this is
     going to go." And that's no bueno.
***** Not a Nightmare *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for everyone's comments on my last chapter! It truly made
     my day and I now have an idea of where I want this story to go, so
     please enjoy a little reward.
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“What do you want from me?”
Adrianne’s hand clutched at her cotton candy. Her hands started to itch for the
cap of her pill bottle. It felt as if every feeling had been caught in her
throat, blocking her airway so she had no means to breathe.
“What do  you  want from me?” Neither of them gave an answer to the other.
Adrianne felt awkward in her own skin and could not even look Pennywise into
the eyes. She couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking, as his passive
expression gave no indication.
Looking to the church then back at him, she shook her head. “I have to get
going…”She muttered, trying to move past him, but his fingers quickly wrapped
around her wrist. Pulling her back to him, he snarled.
“To pray to a god that doesn’t exist. Why don’t you just kneel down before me
and starting praying?” It was at that remark that people around them started to
gawk and Adrianne felt their eyes bore tiny cigarette holes into her flesh.
Trying to free her arm from his tight grasp, Adrianne pulled in a way that
wouldn’t alert people nearby. He chuckled darkly, pulling her closer to him.
“You don’t know anything about me or the God I worship.” She hissed under her
breath whilst debating whether or not it would be a good idea to scream out for
help.
“Try me,” he responded ominously as his gloved hand reached under her chin and
forced her to look at him. Adrianne gave no answer to him, only shook her head
so he would have been forced to let go of her chin.
As he finally released her, she took a step back and rubbed her wrist. “My dad
will wonder where I am if I do not go back.”
Pennywise laughed manically, almost as if that was the funniest thing he had
ever heard. It wasn’t a normal laugh though-it was distorted and drastically
out of pitch. She shivered as it rang throughout the air, gaining the attention
of others. When he had finally calmed down, he said, “You are just telling me
that for an excuse to leave. I know that he will not worry about you one bit in
the hour that we are gone. In fact, I believe that if you were to wind up dead,
he would go to church and pray to your god for such a blessing”
Every word he said made her grow angrier and angrier as she heard them spill
out of his mouth, one by one. It was only until her hand possessed a mind of
its own and slapped across his cheek. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she blinked
them back. She would not give him the power of knowing he could make her cry
with a couple of cruel words. Before her hand could drop back down to its side,
he grabbed ahold of it and began to practically drag her out of the fair. They
passed the parents and the children, passed the rides of swirling colors and
lights, and vendors who were still selling their overpriced soda and ice cream.
His long legs strode down the street, causing her to jog to keep up. They
hurried through an alleyway and Adrianne glanced back at the church, hoping to
God that her father wouldn’t walk out as she could see the swell of people
finally exiting out of church. When she looked back, Pennywise no longer took
his clown form, but instead looked like Roman again.
For the first time, she had been absolutely speechless and in a very unhelpful
way that would have helped her get answers. But now, they were together and he
wasn’t threatening her in anyway. Except for the fact that he was leading her
further and further away from her father. They left the alleyway, passed Main
Street, and began walking on the bridge that lead to the Barrens. Looking
around to see if they were alone, Adrianne caught up to Pennywise and jerked
her hand out of his. “How in the world do you do that?” She asked, trying her
hardest to keep up with him as his long legs almost left her behind in the
dust.
“Do what?”
“ That.”
A hint of annoyance poisoned his words as he said, “Well, aren’t you specific.”
“Well, forgive my confusion!” She stopped in a huff, crossing her arms as she
leaned against the bridge railing. “It’s not like it's a normal thing for
people to change into another person.”
A grin crossed his evil lips as he stopped and turned back at he. “Now, wasn’t
that easy.”
“Fuck off.”
Pennywise held up a finger and shook it in front of her. “Aren’t you forgetting
I have something of yours, Adrianne? I” He asked as he fished out the necklace
with her ring on it. “I suggest you be nice to me.”  Her blue eyes widened as
soon as she saw the diamonds sparkling in the sunlight and her jaw set.
Quickly, she lunged out for it, but he took her back and let it fall back down
his shirt. “I don’t think so. You better come with me.”
“If I do, will you answer my questions?” She asked, finally gaining her balance
on her own two feet.
Holding out his hand to her, he said, “I’m answering this question, aren’t I?”
She ignored his hand and continued walking right beside him. With his right
arm, he slung it around her waist and she could feel her skin burning under his
touch like it was acid. She immediately tensed up. “Relax, will you? Otherwise
we’ll just have to pour some of your precious medicine down your throat then,
hm?”
Adrianne turned to him, absolutely shocked because of what he said and the fact
that the same stupid grin was on his mouth. “How much else do you know about
me?”
“Enough.”
A car passed down the street as the two traveled in silence for the rest of the
way towards the Barrens. Adrianne watched the rippling of water from the bridge
as it rushed below them. A thought popped into her mind as she let her
fingertips glide against the rusted metal of the railing. This high up, she
knew it wouldn’t be hard to jump off. The railing was already waist-height and
the impact could hopefully kill her. If not, she wasn’t a particularly great
swimmer and against the current, she knew that it would only be a few moments
before she was pulled under the murky waters for good. It wouldn’t be hard and
she knew her father could easily find another doll to manipulate. A car slowed
down and pulled up next to them on the curb. Adrianne wouldn’t have noticed it,
being so lost in her thoughts, if it wasn’t for the driver honking the horn.
She jumped and looked over to see Daniel sitting with a foolish grin on his
face, much different from Pennywise, whose claws she could feel digging into
her side.
“Adri! I was just heading into my shift. You’re scheduled for later tonight,
right?” Daniel asked as he leaned out of his window to see her while his brown
eyes cautiously scanned over Pennywise.
“Yeah, I-um-scheduled for five, I think.” She replied, taking a step to Daniel
as she forced Pennywise to drop his arm.
He nodded, hitting the side of his car. “You know, I think I saw you on the
schedule for earlier. Do you need a ride there?”
It was time for Pennywise to speak up, “We were actually in the middle of
something, so I think-”
“I love to.” She replied curtly, cutting off the clown before he could say
another word. She walked around the hood of the car as Daniel reached over the
passenger seat to open her door. She slid in and let her backpack slide off her
back.
Pennywise put his hand down onto Daniel’s side of the car and pursed his lips
together tightly. “Adrianne, I recommend that you get out of the car.” She
didn’t even pay him a single glance as she took down the glare guard and opened
the mirror to fix her hair. “Now, Adrianne.”
“Back off, freak.” Daniel interjected. “She has a job to get to.”
Laughing, Pennywise looked past Daniel and at Adrianne to had turned to look at
the both of them. “It looks like plans are changing. Adrianne, I’m not going to
ask you again.”
“And you don’t have to,” She said stubbornly as she buckled her seatbelt.
“Let’s get going.” Daniel shifted the car into drive, moved his foot off the
brake, and stepped on the gas, speeding far away from Pennywise. Adrianne
looked into the rearview mirror and like a leaf in the wind, he was gone.
 
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The clock on her nightstand just hit twelve as Adrianne walked into her
bedroom, her eyes lazily gliding over the room. She kicked her plastic shoes to
the ground and pulled her hair out of her ponytail. It had been a long day,
extremely busy too that she and Daniel barely had enough time to speak to one
another in between customers. Just barely. When they did have the time to talk,
they spoke mostly of their favorite movies, cracking jokes at one another if
they had differing opinions. Though it wasn’t flirting per say, it definitely
was bordering on it. The night had ended with them driving back to her house,
blaring different Michael Jackson songs as they ate candy they had stolen from
the concessions stand. They had made plans for the next day for him to take her
to the next town over to go the waterpark. Just thinking about it made her
giddy with excitement. That excitement; however, was not enough to keep her
away. She flopped down onto her bed, kicking her shoes off in the process.
Climbing under her covers, Adrianne rested her head against the pillow and
closed her eyes.
Before sleep could pull her into a painless oblivion, she could smell the
sugary scent of her cotton candy.
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The faint sound of dripping water was what welcomed her back into
consciousness. She turned her head into her arm, cursing the fact that she had
awoken. Her entire body ached from her long night’s rest. Her hand fell onto
hard concrete that she realized she had not woken up in her bed. Her cobalt
eyes opened to see her surroundings of murky water and debris. She used her
arms to push herself up into a seated position quickly, pulling her knees up to
her chest. Her white button-down was completely ruined with dirt and mud. She
had absolutely no idea where she was and usually when you wake up in a place
that was very, very dirty and looked like the worst place to end up, you’re
pretty damn scared.
It was only until her eyes fell upon the pile of micheallious items of clothing
or broken toys and baubles as she slowly let her eyes roam up until they landed
on the floating bodies in a circle above the pile. It was like someone had
staked them through the middle but removed the stake. The dead had seemed in
complete agony, frozen in time, and she watched their bodies in sheer horror.
Adrianne let out a shrill scream as she scrambled to her feet, frantically
looking around for a place to escape. She felt the hot tears leaving her body
as they streamed down her face. Her breathing was quick and sharp, obviously
distressed as she ran to the other wall, looking for some kind of ladder or
something. Minutes when by as she searched, but nothing came from it. She
grabbed ahold of the wall for support as she slid down onto the floor once
again. Her sobs echoed from the high ceiling as she cried her heart out. Her
fingernails dug into her tights, causing them to tear. ‘ I’m going to die here’
, she thought to herself over and over again.
A loud creak erupted from one corner of the room and Adrianne scooted back to
the edge of the wall, biting on her knuckle to keep her from screaming. Her
chest was heaving with every breath she took and she shook like an earthquake
was beginning beneath her feet. She watched as the goddamn clown moved eerily
into her sight, sulking across the room with a child in his arms. Adrianne
clasped her hand over her mouth as she saw the inside of the little girl’s
stomach spilled out all over her neon green t-shirt, tingeing the fabric with
her fresh blood. Tears flooded down her cheek as she saw Pennywise throw the
child down onto the concrete floor and winced when she heard some bones break.
His jester costume and chalky face was bloodied and splattered with the guts of
the girl. Adrianne hiccuped from her sobs and Pennywise’s head twisted a 160
degrees to face the source of the noise.
He repositioned himself, beginning his slow steps towards her and she knew her
heart was beating so fast. She could hear the blood pound in her ears as she
stood to her feet, shaking like a leaf as her crying grew harsher. Adrianne
felt completely trapped and knew that there was no way she could back out now.
He had finally come face to face with her, staring at her with those intense,
amber eyes. “How are you going to run away now?” He asked her as she closed her
eyes to not face him at all. She could practically taste the blood on his lips.
Pennywise wrapped his fingers around her throat, grasping on hard to hinder her
breathing. “I think I’m going to have to punish you. Let me show you how to
pray.” He shoved her back against the wall and she took a huge intake of air,
coughing as she did so. Guiding her down to her knees, Adrianne fell at his
feet and wept.
“Please just kill me,” she whispered. “Please...kill me.” She could hear
Pennywise fumbling with the fabric of his suit, muttering obscenities. She
stayed at the floor, still crying and shaking. He grasped ahold of her snowy
hair and forced her to look back up at him where she saw his cock sticking out
prominently. Adrianne, wanting no more pain further, opened her mouth while he
led his manhood inside her mouth. He barely fit inside her mouth and she knew
that as soon as he started to thrust, she would not be able to have him all. He
slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth as she tried to let him
work. She let her tongue slide against his shaft, licking his protruding veins.
Her hand found the base of his cock, jerking him off. His gloved hands found
their way into her hair, forcing her closer to his base. Adrianne was trying
her very hardest not to gag as she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. He
began working her mouth, using her for his pleasure, even faster.  She heard
his soft grunts as he thrusted into her mouth harshly and Adrianne could feel
bruises starting to form from his merciless grip. Holding onto him, she slowed
him down, taking a few moments to lick up against the slit before, bobbing her
head up and down his cock. It took only a few thrusts before he came and held
her head, so that she could not move and his cum dripped down her throat,
leaving her no choice but to swallow it. Pennywise thrust a few times to ride
his orgasm out before letting her head go.
Adrianne slumped against the wall, feeling completely wasted as he took one
once over of her before stuffing himself back inside his pants. She caught her
breath, closing her legs so that the bottom of her skirt would not show
anything she didn’t want him to see. Her eyes followed him as he walked away,
holding her legs up to her chest. “Are you g-going to k-kill me?” She asked
cautiously.
Pennywise stopped in his tracks, turning around to face her once again. “Kill
you?” He repeated as she bit her lip. “I will never intentionally kill you.
But, Adrianne, you’re so small...Say if we were to have a bit too much fun,
well, I don’t know what could happen.”
She had to hold back vomit. “What? You mean, I have to do that again.”
He laughed, “You will be doing that and so much more, Adrianne. You’re mine now
and you’ll learn to enjoy it.”
Adrianne shrunk back into the wall in disgust, gagging. “I would never.”
Pennywise turned back to her once more and got down to her size. He spread her
legs without her fighting and Adrianne watched in horror as he ripped her
tights open and ran one finger against her underwear-covered pussy. She hissed
in pleasure, letting her head hit the wall. “Never? Well, would you look at
that. You grew wet just because I was using you.” He moved away her panties and
ran two fingers against her fold, coating his gloves in a wetness. Slowly he
let them into his mouth, tasting her wetness. “You are so delicious, Adrianne.
I could eat you out everyday. You’re enough just to live off of. If I want to
stay awake, you’re going to have to have this pretty pussy open for me.” He
took her hand and slapped it against her folds, causing her to yelp in
pleasure.
Letting go of her legs, he stood back up and held out a hand to help her up. He
leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Next time I tell you to come with me, I
actually mean it. Understand?” She nodded, looking up to him with her big, baby
blue eyes. “Beautiful. And don’t let that boy touch what is mine.”
Adrianne nodded, realizing that if she refused, she might have not returned
back to aboveground without numerous bite marks and bruises.
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     Stephen King is a fucking genius, because he can write this Ronald
     McFuckingDonald imposter perfectly and terrifying. I make him look
     like french fries from Wendy's. (No shade; fries are still fries.)
***** The Losers Club *****
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  Stepping out of Daniel’s car, Adrianne wrapped the towel around her body to
cover the damp swimsuit. She grabbed ahold of her bag that sat at the floor of
the car, before closing the car door and leaning into the open window. “Thanks
 again for the ride home. Today was totally bangin’.” She said, offering him a
smile before standing back up to her full height. She turned on her heel before
                            she heard Daniel speak.
 “Hey, would you maybe want to go see Heathers tonight? I’ll pick you up in a
few hours if you’re not busy. Like, I get if you don’t want to spend your free
   time back at work, but today was rad and I want to spend some more time-”
   “I would love to,” She responded. “Maybe we could catch some dinner too?”
  Daniel grinned, nodding almost as excitedly as she felt on the inside. The
   porch door swung open, the creaking a sign of alertness. Looking over her
shoulder, Adrianne saw her father standing in the arch with a stern expression
 etched horridly upon his wrinkled face while he crossed his arms. “I have to
 go,” she paused, standing. Then upon a second thought, she leaned back down.
                       “I’ll call you if plans change.”
  The two said a brief goodbye to each other as Daniel drove off and Adrianne
stood back up. Her feet led her to the stairs and up to the porch as he let one
threatening hand drop onto her shoulder, forcing her into the house roughly. He
 shut the door behind her and as Adrianne moved into the kitchen, she tried to
look as casual as possible. “So...how was your day?” She asked nonchalantly as
 she grabbed for a box of pasta. Her father moved behind her, smacking the box
                           of pasta out of her hand.
   His jaw was set as she moved to the corner of the counter while her eyes
quickly found the floor, scattered with the tiny, wheat-colored corkscrews. “My
day? You have the audacity to ask about my day after you run off in the middle
    of the night and don’t come back until the middle of the day with some
 boyfriend.” He scoffed as his daughter looked up at him with big, round eyes.
  “Dad, it wasn’t-you have it all wrong.” She pleaded with him, shifting her
                      weight from one foot to the other.
 Her father’s face was burning as hot as a fire and she could tell he was only
  getting angrier. “Is that so, Adrianne Caelistis? I was doing your laundry
  earlier this morning when I thought you were just at work and I found your
 tights. There was a hole that I know for certain wasn’t an accident.” He said
  solemnly. Adrianne felt her face flush with blood and again, felt her heart
                          beating against her chest.
 “It’s not like that.” Adrianne stared down at her toes, slowly shrinking down
                   and wishing she was anywhere, but there.
  He threw his hand down on the counter, producing a large bang that made her
  jump. “Then what is it? God dammit, Adrianne!” He screamed at her and tears
                       were quick to roll down her face.
   Her voice was just a whisper as she responded to him, “I can’t tell you.”
 “You can’t tell me? You can’t fucking tell me?” Reaching for a bottle of his
  wine, her father took the churchkey and unscrewed the cork from the bottle.
                            “Get out of my house.”
                 She looked back up at him and asked, “What?”
                       “Get out of my house, you slut.”
 Adrianne bit back her tears and took in a large breath as she held her pride
  and walked out of the kitchen into her own room. She took her backpack and
started stuffing whatever she could fit inside. Between her clothes, a blanket,
 her toothbrush, and her wallet, she barely had enough room to fit in anything
else. Except for the pill bottle and an unused journal staring at her from the
   place on her desk. She snatched the bottle and the journal before finally
                         zippering her backpack shut.
 She was out of the house in a matter of seconds as she saw her father out of
the corner of her eye nursing the wine bottle. Rushing through the screen door,
she bolted down the steps and began her journey down the same sidewalk that she
had skipped merrily down five years previously. The day was cool and calm with
  only a few clouds scattered in the sky. It was neither too cold or too hot
 outside, just the perfect temperate temperature. Trees shrouded her in shade
  with every few steps she took. It was at the crossroads where she took more
               than a few seconds to think about her situation.
 She came to the two diverging roads with one leading off into town where she
 could have gone and found a place to stay for the night while the other lead
 off further into the suburbs where she knew the Uris family resided. Adrianne
 could do this on her own, she was sure of it. She would have to take up more
   shifts at the theater or even start working at another store somewhere in
 Derry. Perhaps her father would ask her to come back and live with him later
when he realized that his precious little science experiment had slipped right
                             through his fingers.
 She would do this on her own and she wouldn’t need help from anyone else. She
 could do it. But without having a landline to call Daniel, she had her first
                          stop at the Uris residence.
Arriving at the house nearly ten minutes after walking, Adrianne walked up his
  driveway to step on his doorstep before she head his voice call out to her.
 “Hey Adrianne, I’m in the garage!” She adjusted her backpack and continued up
  the driveway where she noted him tinkering at some project at a workbench.
 Sweat beaded his forehead and dampened his curly hair as she looked over his
   shoulder to see what he was working on. “It’s a projector,” he began. “My
   brother’s friends broke it earlier today and wanted me to fix it. Little
                                    shits…”
 Sitting down on a high stool, she rested her arms on the table and watched as
 he took a pair of tweezers and adjusted wire around in the plastic container.
                  “How’d they break it?” She asked curiously.
“‘Dunno. Stanley wouldn’t tell me.” He responded, setting down the tweezers and
 swiveling to look at her. “Please tell me you’re here to say yes to the movie
          tonight. It would make this entire day a whole lot better.”
Adrianne chuckled once, gazing up at him from where she had rested her head on
 her arms. “My dad decided that he didn’t want to deal with me anymore, so you
                  and I can have a movie night every night.”
  Daniel’s face paled and he ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Ah-shit,
   Adrianne. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Do you need a place to stay or, like,
   what’s going on?” He asked carefully, wanting to make sure she was okay.
 Stretching her arms out on the table, she yawned. “I don’t really know what’s
 going on to be honest. My dad is just being an ass and doesn’t want me there
  right now. I’m planning on going to that bed and breakfast place with that
                    elderly couple in town. I’ll be fine.”
 “Adrianne, that’s ridiculous.” He said, rolling his eyes at her. “My brother
 can room with me tonight. At least until you can get ahold of a family member
   that you stay stay with. You’ve got people back in Pennsylvania, right?”
 She had never thought about the fact that she didn’t have to stay in Derry if
   her father had kicked her out. Kimberly’s family would have absolutely no
   problem with her hopping on a train and living with them the rest of the
 summer. They had actually invited her before she left, wanting her to finish
 out her last year of high school at Hemlock High. Also because Adrianne had a
  sneaking suspicion that Kimberly’s parents were a bit weary of Mr. Edlen to
begin with, but she had never asked and they had never brought it up. “Actually
I do,” she said, sitting back up. “Just for tonight and then, hopefully, I can
 get on a train tomorrow and ‘skip town’.” She joked as Daniel grinned at her.
 “Sounds good to me. C’mon, let’s go put your stuff inside and I’ll introduce
you to the famous Donald and Andrea Uris.” He helped Adrianne shug the backpack
 off her back and led her out of the garage and into the side door. As soon as
 she entered the house in the mud room, she could hear various whispers coming
from the dining room. Daniel led her through the hallway where she heard faint
                voices frantically whispering about something.
                          “IT came out right at us.”
                    “IT’s teeth, man, IT’s fucking teeth!”
  “There’s a painting in my dad’s office and I swear to God, IT had the same
                              teeth as she did.”
                    “IT had t-to have b-b-been the clown.”
Daniel opened the sliding door to reveal seven kids sitting down at the table,
 all looking very shaken-up about something. They had the same expression that
 Adrianne had sketched on her face. She held onto the arch of the door in-case
   her legs gave out as she looked at all the kids. She had seen them riding
around Derry on their bikes, though she could have never guessed that they had
 been seeing the exact same being she had. She wasn’t going crazy and that was
                      the first relief she had that day.
  “Projector’s almost fixed.” He said as he leaned up against the door frame.
 One of the kids at the table took a deep breath of his inhaler and muttered,
                     “Keep that thing. We don’t want it.”
   Daniel was quiet for a moment, looking over at Adrianne and clucking his
 tongue. He turned back to the kids. “Stanley,” he said as he singled-out his
                        brother. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
  “Who’s your lady-friend?” Stanley asked, raising an eyebrow and one of his
    friends with the thickest glasses Adrianne had ever seen piped in too.
                      “I’d like to know the same thing.”
Daniel looked at Adrianne, as if to tell her to introduce herself to the crowd.
               “Oh, I’m Adrianne. I’m one of Daniel’s friends.”
 Regaining his balance on his own two feet, Daniel said, “I’m going to go find
    my parents and ask if you can stay the night. Do you want to come or-”
“I’ll stay with them. Don’t want to impose or anything.” She responded, holding
onto her right arm with her left hand nervously as she rocked back and forth on
  the balls of her feet. Daniel shrugged, turned and left the room. Adrianne
watched until she saw that he was out-of-sight and he couldn’t hear them before
               she turned to the kids. “What do you guys know?”
The chubbiest of the bunch with the babyface spoke up, “Well, we just finished
                     school a few weeks ago, so we don’t-”
 “She means about the clown, Ben!” Glasses interjected, hitting his head in a
    ‘duh’ kind-of motion. Ben looked down, his cheeks quickly turning red.
 The only girl of the bunch who was sitting next to him rubbed his arm, “Don’t
                 worry about Richie; he’s just being a dick.”
 “Bev. Can you just all stop?” Stanley responded. “We need all the help we can
                     to understand what is going on here.”
 The boy with the stutter began, “H-h-how do w-w-we know w-we can t-t-t-trust
                                     her?”
  “We don’t, Bill.” The African American boy began. “But do we really have a
                                   choice?”
Beverly joined in. “We have no idea what’s going on. I have to agree with Mike
        on this one, we need someone who understands what is going on.”
 Adrianne sighed and pulled another chair up to the table before sliding into
it. “I’m afraid that you’re not going to find that someone in me. I am just as
                           confused as you all are.”
              “Who did you see him as?” Stanley asked hesitantly.
“What haven’t I seen him as?” Adrianne replied, biting her lip as she tried to
remember all the forms she had seen him take. “He was my friend Francesca-” The
entire table stiffened and Adrianne paused, watching as their reactions turned
                                   to stone.
   “Francesca’s body was found near the Neibolt house earlier this summer.”
 Beverly said. Throwing her hand to her mouth, Adrianne had to bite her tongue
  as a rush of sickness quickly swept over her. “You alright, Adrianne?” She
                                  questioned
 Adrianne shook her head of snowy tresses, “No. Not at all…” She muttered. “I
saw my mother’s corpse there. It was like she had crawled out of her grave. He
appeared to me as a person who hurt me months ago.” She swallowed slowly as she
remember the other atrocities that happened between those walls that she made a
                    note to never bring up to the children.
 “IT takes many forms,” The kid with the inhaler said. A silence fell over the
   table and as if he was right on cue, Daniel walked into the dining room.
 Pushing his hands down into his backpockets, he looked at Adrianne and said,
“Parents said it was cool that you stay here for the night. Do you need to use
 the phone to call whoever?” Adrianne stood from the table, nodding as she did
                                      so.
 She followed Daniel out of the dining room and into the kitchen where a wall
 phone hung from it’s receiver. He then left to leave her alone while he moved
  up the staircase, away from her and the children. She walked to the phone,
picked it up, and put it against her ear while she dialed in Kimberly’s number.
She heard nothing for a moment before the phone began to ring. Playing with the
cord, she waited for Kimberly to pick-up the phone. After the the first couple
              of rings, she heard Kimberly’s voice say, “Hello?”
                          “Kimberly? It’s Adrianne.”
“Jesus Christ, Adrianne. Only a post-card and no phone call in weeks?” Adrianne
                     grinned. “What have you been up to?”
         “Well for starters, I was just kicked out of my dad’s house.”
 Kimberly let out a long whistled before asking, “Let me guess, you’re coming
                            back to Hemlock Grove?”
 She nodded, then realized that Kimberly couldn’t see her. “Yeah, I think so.”
                                 She replied.
 “Mom!” She heard Kimberly call as Kimberly held the transmitter away from her
 mouth. “You owe me five bucks and you owe Adrianne the spare bedroom. So, are
you driving or getting on a tr-” The line cut dead. Adrianne’s heart caught in
                                  her throat.
“Kimberly? You still there?” She asked, holding the phone close to her ear. The
  dial tone bounced back at her before she heard the beeps of another number
 being put in. She bit her lip as the phone rang, once, twice before the other
                                end picked-up.
 “You little slut!” Her father’s voice rang in its merciless manner. “Leaving
  town without even telling me. Without telling your little lover. Too bad he
             knows you’re a whore. Go to 29 Neibolt Street. Now.”
 Adrianne could barely breathe as she clutched the phone in her hands. “What?”
                           She managed to choke out.
  “The Neibolt House! For Christ’s sake, child, can’t you hear me? Or are you
just that much of an airhead that it goes right through you? Go to the Neibolt
House!” The line cut out again and before Adrianne could set the phone back in
   it’s receiver, it sprayed thick, crimson blood against her hair and face,
  slowly pouring out of the phone and onto the floor while moments it sprayed
                                 like a hose.
Adrianne began to scream, alerting all of the kids out of the dining room. They
 shoved into the kitchen, watching as Adrianne slowly sat to the blood covered
  floor. Every kid looked just about as horrified as Adrianne. She was slowly
  rocking back in forth, shaking as if an earthquake had just passed through
             while the kids exchanged glances amongst themselves.
            Beverly was the first to speak up, “We can trust her.”
Chapter End Notes
     The writing lowkey sucks, but at least I'm redeemed because I finally
     introduced the Losers Club.
***** The Neibolt House *****
Chapter Notes
     I don't think I mentioned the fic change in my last update, but the
     name changed. (Duh). I think this title is much more fitting and I
     hope you guys like it too! Enjoy the chapter!
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She would not let Him abuse her again.
He would not be the one to rule over her with a mighty fist, pounding down on
her as if it was a gavel, sentencing away her independence. She would be the
one to decide whatever happened to her. No one else had her life in their hands
and they certainly never would. It was her life and she would not let it be
taken away from her.
Adrianne clearly did not know how the world had worked.
Shortly after her blood landline incident, Daniel had came bolting down the
stairs and was oblivious to even a trace of blood that splattered across his
floor. She knew for certain that the kids saw the blood without a doubt by the
way they recoiled in horror. Adrianne had been oddly shaken up by the whole
incident and excused herself for fresh air, telling them that she was going to
go for a walk. The children went to work, cleaning up her mess, as she bounded
outside in the summer heat. She took in a sharp intake of the fresh, clean air
that surrounded her every movement. Reaching into her back pocket for a pill,
she took it and swallowed before instantly feeling its effects taking over her.
Adrianne had to go to the Neibolt House.
Her feet pounded down the sidewalk as she sprinted home to grab another
belonging of hers that she would never. Never again would anyone push her
around. Never again would she be forced into something. Never again would she
be toyed around with as a doll. Huffing and puffing, Adrianne stopped in front
of her house as she tried to catch her breath. Even if her father was here, he
was probably passed out and wouldn’t be disturbed by her presence. But if he
wasn’t there, she would have had nothing to worry about. She bounded up the
steps and threw her front door open, running through the house and up the
stairs to her father’s bedroom. She slowly walked in, making sure the coast was
clear, before walking to his closet and opening the door.
Inside, to the naked eye, there was only his clothes hanging in color-coated
sections and his shoe boxes neatly stacked on the top shelf, but Adrianne knew
what was really there. She stood up on her tippy-toes and retrieved the Fretz
box. She opened the lid and pulled out the only thing that was sitting there, a
Glock 17. Its handle felt foreign in her hand, a gun belonging to another. Her
father had never shot it and Adrianne often pondered why he had it in the first
place. It would work splendidly in her case; though she wasn’t sure about His.
She secured it in waistband of her skirt, hiding the handle by throwing a
jacket on despite the temperature outside.
Adrianne left the house and began her way over to Neibolt Street. Her hair
flowed behind her as she walked against the wind that was now whipping around
the entire neighborhood like a wild race horse. It made the humidity even worse
as she began to sweat beneath her jacket and though, she knew it would have
been better to take it off, she knew she couldn’t. She knew her gun would have
been spotted and there was no way she could talk her way out of it. As she
continued walking, her temperature only increased as the sun’s rays pounded
down on her like transparent hail. She began walking down a deserted street,
one that looked so worn-down that it looked as if it had been there since the
time God created the earth. Slowly the sight of a house came into her view with
an old car parked outside the front. As she grew closer, she could see that the
state of the house clearly indicated that it belonged to a very poor family and
before she could guess who lived there, four boys emerged from the front door
one by one. Adrianne had to bit her tongue in order to keep her from letting
out a sigh of annoyance and scream of terror.She quickly put her hand to the
back of her skirt where she kept her gun before she began to move on.
The Bowers Gang.
They began to notice her walking down the street, hitting each other to get
their attention as they gawked at her like an animal in the zoo. She set her
jaw and didn’t pay them one glance as she kept her eyes on the road ahead of
her. Just a few more minutes and she would’ve been at the Neibolt House.
Adrianne dug her fingernails into her palm as she began to pass them and as
soon as she was just about to pass them, Henry grabbed hold of her elbow and
forced her to face him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asked,
pushing her up against the car.
“I have to go meet a friend.” She responded cooly, placing her arms across her
chest as she feigned confidence.
Patrick moved around to get a closer look at Adrianne, inspecting her with his
hungry eyes. “I think she means us. Don’t you think so, boys?” The others grew
sadistic grins as the began to form a circle around them.
Clucking her tongue, Adrianne shook her head. “Actually-no. I don’t mean you
four at all. Unfortunately, I am only friends with people who have enough money
to pay their electricity bill each month.” Her eyes quickly found Henry as she
watched his face boil to red at her remark.
Henry’s hand slapped over Adrianne’s face, leaving his handmark printed across
her face like a new hickey. She took her as he said, “What did you say, skank?”
He asked, grabbing ahold of both of her arms and holding her in-place against
the car.
“Do you actually want me to repeat it? I’m not too sure your fragile ego can
take it again in front of your friends.” She received another slap. Taking in
one sharp intake of breath, pushing the pinpricks of pain spreading across her
face down, Adrianne turned to face him again. “Do you wonder why you don’t have
a girlfriend? Because I can give you thirty reasons right off the top of my
head.” He threw a punch directly into her gut, causing her to double over in
pain while her head hit the gravel street. He stepped away from her, as she
coughed.
“Say it again, slut.”
Adrianne tried to get to her feet, but she could feel Patrick’s boot push her
back down onto the gravel as a cloud of dust entered her mouth. Henry lowered
himself to where she sat, smirking as she looked up at him. “I’ll tell you why
I don’t have a girlfriend. Because every single woman in this town will spread
their legs open for me. And if they don’t, well, they’ll be begging for more by
the time I force their legs open. Why don’t I show you?” He said sinisterly as
one of his cronies picked Adrianne up by the back of her jacket and tossed her
over the back of the car so that her ass was facing towards them. She quickly
moved so that she grasped ahold of the handle of her gun and forced herself to
face the rest of the gang. She pointed the gun straight at Henry.
As he held his hands up in defense, the rest of his friends followed suit as
she pointed the gun towards each of them. “There will be no way in hell you
will ever treat me or another woman like that ever again. Otherwise there’s
going to be a bullet hole connecting your eyebrows. Do I make myself clear?”
The four boys nodded hurriedly and Adrianne sneered at them. “Go back into your
fucking house.” Her cobalt eyes watched as they scampered back into the house
like a bunch of rabbits. She slowly pushed the gun back into her waistband and
then took off back down the road, hopping over a wooden fence and into a long
grassy field.
Passing against the tall grass, Adrianne let her hand brush over the top and in
between the blades. It was the calm before the storm, the moments that were the
most relaxed. She felt tranquility, knowing that soon she would be gone and
living her own life this time the next day. She would leave Derry and never
return to face her father or the clown ever again. She would be on her own and
living without the fear of her father. Finally  living.
She came to the edge of the field, staring at the exterior of 29 Neibolt
Street. This would finally be it. Climbing over the fence, Adriane dropped to
the concrete street, crossed it, and began her trek into the house. Her heart
pounded as her fingers slowly wrapped around the golden doorknob and turned it,
pushing the door open. She crept inside, closing the door behind her. Her feet
led her to the fateful room where ‘Roman’ had taken her. She glanced inside to
where the chaise lounge sat and where Pennywise had, well, taken her. She
forced the bitter memory away in her mind, turning from the room and almost as
if, on cue, she heard her ‘father’s’ voice call out. “Adrianne? Are you here?”
“Yeah,” She responded to the voice while her hand reached to the back of her
skirt and retrieved the gun. “Where are you?”
From the darkness of the upstairs, she heard him again. “I’m up here, last door
on the right. Come up and let’s talk, Adrianne.” Slowly, Adrianne began to
ascend the staircase while she kept the gun pointed directly in front of her.
She stepped off the last step and onto the landing, pointing the gun in both
directions of the hallway. Then she started to walk down the hallway to her
right and pushed the last door open. Sitting inside, on the edge of the bed was
Pennywise. At the creak of the door opening, he had looked up from the floor
and grinned at Adrianne. “Hiya.”
“Oh,  fuck  no.” Adrianne responded, pulling the trigger on the gun and waited.
Though nothing happened. Her eyes widened with fear, as she shook the gun,
trying to get it to shoot something. Of course she had never actually  shot  a
gun, but it looked so easy in the movies.
Pennywise threw his head back in maniacal laughter. His laughter taunted her
with its sound; the way that it could drive one to madness if heard long
enough. “You brought a  gun  to kill  me.  And you don’t even know how to shoot
it! Adrianne, do you crack me up.” He wiped away fake tears before erupting
into giggles again. He stood, edging closer to her  until she was pushed up
against the wall.
“What do you want from me, ‘ Dad ’?” She asked defensively as he pushed his
body against her, pinning her to the wall. She pushed against him with both of
her hands which he eventually grabbed and pinned them against the wall behind
her.
His face dropped from his laughter into the most serious she had ever seen him.
“Oh, Adrianne...I think you know why you’re here. I’ve heard you are leaving
me.” He led his face into the crook of her neck, letting his lips graze against
her neck as he placed infrequent kisses there.
Adrianne bit back her lip as let his sharp teeth nibble her pale flesh. “I was
kicked out of my house. What do you want me to do? Live on the streets?”
He giggled, sending a vibration against her neck. “You’d be living in the
sewers, Adrianne, if I didn’t... persuade your father.”
“ What?”
Pennywise’s gloved hand slipped beneath her skirt, rubbing the soft fabric
against her thighs. She shut them self-consciously and hissed, before he said,
“You aren’t leaving, Adrianne.” He pressed one leg between hers, keeping her
open for him. His fingers found her underwear, stroking against her center as
she grew wet. “I had a little  talk  with your father-”
Adrianne’s heartbeat quickened as she said, “What did you do to him?”
Pushing his fingers past the cloth barrier of her panties, he forced two
fingers up into her, thrusting them in and out. “He is meddling in things he
does not understand with those experiments of his. I will let him continue
them, only as long as you stay.”
Whimpering, Adrianne protested. “But I don’t want to stay here. I-I-I don’t
want to be a science experiment!”
Pennywise growled, forcing her hands above her head. “Did I ask what you
wanted?” She felt the same hot tears swell in her eyes as she looked at his
darkening irises ridden with lust. “Did I ask?” He yelled this time as his eyes
found their natural amber hue. He thrust his fingers in harshly, coating his
gloves in her wetness.
“No,” she responded as the tears ran down her face while she was searching for
breath. He growled again, letting go of her hands and pulling his fingers out
of her core. She whimpered, pressing her head into his chest because of their
height difference. “Pennywise…” She whined softly.
He walked away from her, leaving her flushed and hot as she stood against the
wall, and snarled, “Get on the bed.”
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah, so, I blue-balled you a little bit. My apologies. However, I'm
     going to go see IT again tonight and don't have time to write a full
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***** Admiration and Embarrassment *****
Chapter Notes
     I do apologize for the week break, but I hope that the fact that this
     is purely smut makes up for it.
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“Get on the bed.” Embarrassment flushed over Adrianne as she slowly removed her
jean jacket and let it slide to the floor. The world in her peripheral was
shifting as the room morphed behind her, yet when she moved her head, the same
room colored the canvas of her sight. Blinking as she looked back to the bed,
she saw a filthy and disgusting mattress that laid on the bare floor in a dust-
drenched room. Her eyes blinked again. The room was back to the large Victorian
four-poster bed with the brocade sheets and fluffy pillows. Blinking, she
stumbled back again Pennywise who had moved behind her. “Second thoughts,
doll?” He asked with a sickening grin as he peered down at her.
Adrianne felt as if she was going to shrink into the floor as her anxiety began
to heighten due to her faulty eyesight. “N-no, I just need to-”
“Leave me waiting?” He finished impatiently as his grin dropped, leaving an
eerie silence between the two as he stared down at her with his blue eyes that
mirrored her. It wasn’t the silence or his size as he towered over her that
intimidated her. It was the way his face was framed. His features had dropped
into almost a neutral way with no true expression behind them while his eyes
glared down at her, unblinking as if they were made of glass. She had
absolutely no idea what was going on in his sick and twisted mind; if he was
the one playing tricks with her mind or if he was thinking of punishing her.
She would have been lying if she said that whenever she tried to read him, she
always ended up examining his features more than anything else and imagining
how she would describe them. Pennywise had a mystery to him that floated around
him like her perfume, she always knew that it was there. It intrigued her and
taunted her all the same.
Before Adrianne could even process what was going on, he grabbed her by the
back of the neck and turned her around to face the bed. Without warning or any
care, he pushed her down onto the firm bed before moving himself behind her
while she yelped out in shock. “You cannot leave, Adrianne, because you belong
to  me.  I decide what you do and what you will do. You are my little toy.” His
large hands found the waistband of her skirt, tearing it down the middle as to
give him free access to her center. Slowly, he rocked himself against her core
and she felt his growing length constricted by the zipper of his pants.
Adrianne let out a soft whimper as he grabbed both of her hands and forced them
behind her back as he slowly brought her back to lean up against his chest.
“Toys are broken when they do not do what they’re made to do. Broken toys can
get thrown away so easily, Adrianne.” He nestled his face into her neck while
his lips found her throat as he found a vein and focused on it, sucking until
there was a new-forming bruise.
His cock rubbed up against her panties as she grew wet for him, her breath
huffing in and out of her chest because of the pleasure he was forcing on her.
Both hands released her as he swiftly removed her shirt and tossed it behind
him. Pennywise pushed his dedicated lover face down onto the bed while he
positioned her behind straight into the air while he took ahold of both her
hands again. “Pennywise…” She cooed softly as he kept grinding up against her.
He took note of her body clad in her white, cotton panites and bra that made
her look like a beautiful virgin that was his for the taking. And take it she
would.
Letting one hand hold onto her, Pennywise unzipped his suit and let his cock
spring free before taking a handful of her panties and ripping them off her
body like they were nothing. Adrianne’s breaths quickened as she felt the tip
of his cock press up against her entrance as she closed her eyes in bliss.  His
length began to fill her as he pushed in, forcing Adrianne’s mouth into an O
shape as she took his length. He fit her perfectly and she found the fullness
in her belly to be satisfying. It was only when he began to grow inside her
that she began to feel the discomfort coming along. She felt him stretch her
and she was beginning to wonder how he even fit inside of her. Pennywise let
out animalistic breaths as tears rushed to her eyes at the growing pain inside
of her. Her nails dug into her palms as she bit her lip.
He was  hurting  her.
“Pennywise,” she began as a sob as soon as he began to thrust in and out of her
slowly at first, but soon picking up speed to faster than she believed a normal
person could go. “Pennywise,  stop.  You’re h-hurting me.” She cried out as her
eyes opened.
Letting out a high-pitched laugh, he began to mock her.  “Pennywise, oh!
Pennywise! My small cunt won’t let you in, oh stop! I cannot take this much
pleasure. Oh, god, please come and save me.”  Adrianne whimpered as he pounded
in and out of her with a steady rhythm, “Toys that are broken are thrown away
and are easily replaced. “ He repeated himself from earlier, but it just forced
more tears out of her waterline.
Slowly she got used to his size and let pleasure finally take over when the
pain subsided, though his size within her did not. She let her moans escape her
mouth as Pennywise heard them, which only made him thrust within her faster and
faster while the sounds of their lovemaking echoed back at them. She felt
herself beginning to feel the same yearning sensation she always felt when her
climax was about to just reach its peak. Adrianne clenched around his cock that
only made him wrap his arms around her quickly as he pulled her up against his
body, forcing himself deep inside of her as she came, her climax forcing its
pleasure to blur her sight and dull her senses. With the few more thrusts,
Pennywise came right after her as he shot his seed into her pussy.
Adrianne tried to catch her breath, but in the blur of everything, Pennywise
flipped her on her back to face him, before repositioning himself inside of her
and began thrusting inside of her once more. He was still rock hard as he
pounded into her, picking up the speed he had acquired before rather quickly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer to her whilst her
legs wrapped around his torso. His left hand moved her bra right over her
breasts that revealed her baby pink nipples that were stiffened and as hard as
he was. Pennywise’s mouth opened and out slid his long and thick tongue that
moved to her breasts as he coated them in his saliva before he began to drool
over his chest.
She watched him with such intent and ferocity as he thrust into her over and
over again that she couldn’t believe he had chosen her. Just within the past
couple of days, she had experienced some of the single-most erotic movements
she would ever live through just because of him. From each and every one of
them, she ended up craving him more and more. They way he fit inside of her,
the way he taunted her and made her ashamed for feeling this way towards him,
the way that she would have followed him anywhere as long as he kept making her
feel this way. It was one of the single times she had ever been desired by
someone that made her feel alive. For that, Adrianne would have spread her legs
any time he asked.
Not long after, he gripped her body firmly against his as his eyes bored into
her. He came inside of her once more while she felt his seed spill out and make
a mess of her thighs. One last lick of his tongue against her center was eager
to clean that up for her. Once he pulled away from her, Adrianne sat back up on
the bed.
He moved against the door, his ear pressing up against the wood like he heard
something. Adrianne was dead silent as she watched him, feeling her admiration
take ahold of her brain. Her feet found the floor and she pushed herself to
stand. She walked behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder and let the other
trace against his jaw and led him into a kiss with her before he pulled away
harshly.
“You are leaving. Now.” He said.
Raising an eyebrow, she cautiously asked, “Excuse me?”
“Adrianne, I am not going to repeat myself. I will meet you again tonight. If
your fingers aren’t between your legs, teasing yourself, there are going to be
major punishments.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Ignorance *****
Chapter Notes
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Pale moonlight floated through the curtains that shaded the living room like
the veil of a bride as the night only grew darker. The television was turned to
an episode of Full House as Adrianne emerged from the kitchen with an oven mitt
covered hand holding onto a warm tray of cookies while the other hand held a
tall glass of milk. She set down the cookies and milk carefully down onto the
coffee table and plopped down onto the couch as she sunk into its plush
cushions. Her eyes watched the television before she grasped for one of the
cookies and the milk before settling back into her place. She closed her eyes
for a moment or two, relaxing while taking a bite of the fresh cookie. A few
crumbs landed below her lower lip when she took her final bite, washing it down
with a gulp of the milk.
Adrianne pulled the soft, plush blanket around her tightly as if it were
someone actually holding onto her. What a day it had been. She had gone to a
waterpark, been thrown out of her father’s house, met other people who
understood IT was terrifying her, pointed a gun in someone’s face, slept with a
monster, and came home to see that her father would be out of town for the next
few days due to business. She was more than confident in saying that she would
be perfectly fine watching tv for the rest of the night. Alone. With no
distractions.
As a recurring theme, the universe did not seem to work out in Adrianne’s
favor.
The television flickered into static, causing Adrianne to groan in frustration.
Her hand reached out to grab the remote from the coffee table before the
television tuned into something else. A children’s show. Adrianne scoffed and
grabbed the remote. Her thumb found the channel button, but the children’s
quick quips enticed her listening. The main woman smiled directly at the camera
while she spoke as the children and Adrianne eagerly listened. “ The sewers are
a wonderful place. The best in all of Derry, don’t you believe so, kids?”  They
responded with cheers and shouts of trimphantness. “ How about you, Miss
Adrianne? ” Her smile faltered into something sinister as Adrianne’s eyes grew
wide in horror. She felt sick to her stomach as she could not tear her eyes
away.  “ What do you think about the sewers? Aren’t they lovely… Why don’t you
come and join us, Adrianne? You’ll float down-”  Without needing to hear the
rest, Adrianne let the television turn off into blackness.
Resting her face in her hands, she massaged her temples slowing as she calmed
herself down.  ‘It was my imagination,’  She thought to herself. ‘ Just those
fucking pills messing with me.’  A loud bang erupted from the floor above her,
startling her as she looked up the stairs cautiously from her spot on the
couch. “Shit.” Slowly getting to her feet, Adrianne wrapped the blanket around
her nervously as she began to ascend the stairs carefully. She knew it had to
be more than an animal, because an animal didn’t make that loud of a noise and
when she heard shuffling around in her room, an idea popped into her mind of
who might be hiding right behind her door. To say she was displeased was an
understatement.
She stepped off the last stair and onto the wooden floorboards. Her feet
gingerly walked to her door before she pushed it open. A single lamp
illuminated the room and caused a gruesome shadow to be cast on her right wall.
She turned to the left-where her bed was-and saw her dear lover shredding apart
her tortoise as if he was a rabid animal. “Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed at the
sight of him, turning her face away from his figure. Pennywises’s head had been
speared through with a metal rod, his ginger hair disheveled and messy. His eye
protruded out of his head while rows of teeth escaped from the side of his
mouth from where it looked like flesh had been torn. Blood coated the side of
his face and the front of his suit, which didn’t surprise her, but what did
surprise her was that it looked it it was  his  blood. “Can you, like-I don’t
know-turn into something else? Something more appealing to the eyes, please?”
Pennywise let a huff and when she peeked through her the slits between her
fingers, she saw her father staring right back at her. He grinned a repulsive
grin that made her sneer and cover her eyes again. “If you’re going to do
nothing more than make me loathe you more than I already do and destroy my
stuffed animals, you are free to leave.” She hissed. Opening her eyes once
more, she saw that Pennywise had transformed back into his clown demeanor,
minus his protruding eye and teeth. She winced though when she saw the blood
had not left.
“Are you still going to be a scaredy-cat?”
Adrianne shoved past him, throwing him an aggravated glare and picked up the
shredded tortoise. Ignoring his rather sarcastic comment, Adrianne asked,
“Why’d you shred up my tortoise? It did nothing to you.”
Unfazed to the question, he simply replied, “You should not make assumptions of
things you do not know.” Adrianne looked up from the shreds of her stuffed
animal and for the first time it hit her. She didn’t know a single thing about
him. Of course, she knew his name and his...appetite, but other than that, she
didn’t know who was lying beyond that facepaint. She turned to him, putting the
destroyed stuff animal down on the bed.
She shifted between her two feet, awkwardly before she found her eyes wandering
to the blood on his suit. Crossing her arms over her chest and biting her lip,
she gazed at him with uncertainty. She sighed, “Let’s get you washed up.”
 
Bubbles filled the tub to the brim as Adrianne turned the hot water to the
right to stop the steady flow. She grunted as she got to her feet and turned to
face Pennywise who had picked up one of her hot pink loofahs, examining it with
his questioning blue eyes. “I will never understand humans…” He shifted his
gaze to her. “What is this?”
“It’s called a-uh-loofah, I think.” She replied, watching him as he poked and
prodded at the sponge. “So, um, the bath’s ready. I’ll stand outside and you
can just take your suit off that way I can wash it for you.” He raised an
eyebrow. “So I can get the...the stuff off.”
“Why do you need to clean it?” He asked as he undid the first few buttons
before Adrianne could hurry out of the room.
She tensed up as she closed her eyes, trying her hardest not to look at him as
he let his clothes drop to the floor. “You can’t wear a bloodied suit around my
house. I swear to God, I’ll kill you if you get blood on anything.” She felt
him push his costume into her hands as she walk past him, brushing her shoulder
against his unclothed body.
“I think you messed up your sentence there. Did you mean to say that I’ll kill
you if you don’t get blood on anything?” He asked as she passed through the
archway of the door.
Adrianne huffed and shook her head. “Just take a fucking bath already.”
Without another word, she was skipping down the stairs and into the mud room
where she tossed the suit into the washing machine. She briefly debated whether
or not she should hand wash it, because she was certain he didn’t grab this at
some Halloween store. After seeing that were a myriad of stains and other
miscellaneous markings that she did not want to think about, she turned the
cycle onto ‘heavy’. Adrianne pounded up the stairs again, peeking through the
slit in the door to see that Pennywise had finally sat down into the water.
Though since he was too tall to let his legs settle all the way to the bottom,
they were bent up as his torso sank into the water. Turning the corner to go
into her room, Adrianne grabbed her sewing kit and turned her boombox to the
radio where they were playing David Bowie and Queen’s ‘Under Pressure’. Before
she could even thread the needle, Pennywise called from the bathroom.
“Adrianne!”
Groaning, she took her boombox and the stuffed animal and trudded into the
bathroom. She set her boombox on the counter and leaned up against the sink.
She took one look at him and saw that he had made absolutely no progress in
wiping the blood off of his face. “You need help?” She asked. With a quick nod
of his head, Adrianne grabbed a washcloth and knelt at the foot of the bathtub.
She wet it first in the bathwater before she went to start washing the blood
away. “Can I ask what happened?”
Pennywise was silent for many seconds, almost as if he wasn’t going to answer
her question. After a considerable amount of time had passed, he finally spoke
up. “I told you to leave, because there were children approaching the house.
Adrianne, I don’t believe you understand, but you satisfy me.” She wiped at his
brow, letting the splattered crimson liquid come off.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, sitting back on her heels.
“You are the first human I have had intercourse with in a long time. You have
this energy and essence that I feed off of and it is better than what I get
from my normal meals. Your energy is something so rare, Adrianne, and your
father is only making is stronger.” He explained slowly as if he was talking to
a child.
She shook her head, “I...I don’t understand.”
“What do you think those pills are for, Adrianne?”
“My energy?” She asked. “But that can’t be true.” Adrianne continued
dismissively, “They’re just pills. I take them, because they’re good for my
health.”
Pennywise’s jaw set as he gazed at her. “Is that what you think? Or is what
your father has told you?”
“My father told me, but I-” she shook her head in disbelievement. “They’re just
pills.”
“You’re father had been meddling in business that is not his. I am not like
you, Adrianne.”
She scoffed, “I couldn’t tell.” The radio faded into a song from the Beatles.
The submissive orchestra cowered to Paul McCartney’s voice as he sang ‘Eleanor
Rigby’ over the speakers. Adrianne settled her head on the tub edge and looked
up at Pennywise. “What are you?”
For a split second, his eyes flashed amber as he looked away from her before
returning back to a cobalt hue. He let out a chuckle while a mischievous smile
played on his face like the violin strings over the radio. “You wouldn’t
believe me if I told you.”
“Please?”
“You’ll come to understand it one day, Adrianne. You’re just not ready.”
Her face was slowly flushing red in annoyance and agitation, “Who says I’m
not?”
His eyes turned back to her, “I did.”
“Since when do you decide when I’m ready? I think I’m more than mature to
understand who I am spending my time with.” She stated quite a-matter-of-
factly.
Pennywise lifted his arm out of the water and let his hand slide around her
throat, grasping it harshly and he brought her closer to his face. “You humans
know nothing compared to me. Adrianne, you’re the only one who has even the
slightest bit of a clue and I swear to you, that one day you will understand.
You will have to discipline yourself and wait for it.”
As soon as he released her throat, Adrianne pushed herself back up again the
cabinets under the sink to retreat from his grasp. Hurt and shame mixed like
perfect cookie batter. Delicious and mouthwatering to some and repulsive to
others. She said softly, “I don’t want to be involved with you anymore…”
“What did you say?”
Adrianne’s voice cracked as she spoke again, this time with her voice shaky,
but a firmness that no one could deny. “I don’t want to sleep with you anymore.
I’m done. You terrify me and degrade me. I have never felt more unloved than
when I am with you. I’m done...I’m fuckind done! I’m wasting my time when I’m
around you, being thought of as nothing more than a toy. Than a fucking pet
that comes to your beck-and-call.” She forced her feet to stand under her as
she returned to her full high. “I am done.”
A silence fell between the two as Adrianne’s anger grew into an ugly weed. Her
breathing quickened as she fumed, waiting for him to respond. She waited only a
few more seconds before finally giving up and storming out of the room. She
stalked back into her room and slammed the door behind her, the loud wack
echoing in her ears as she threw herself onto the bed. Her anger quickly melted
into sadness as she stuffed her face into her pillow and began to sob.
Her life wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to be sleeping
with a murderous clown or even listening to the things he said like they were
preachings from the Bible. She wasn’t supposed to begin to admire the way he
looked, the way he made her feel when they had sex. She wasn’t supposed to be
taking pills to appease him. He wasn’t supposed to be the source of her
problems.
Adrianne heard her door creak open after a while when she had reduced the sobs
to a mere weep and climbed under the covers of her bed, turning her body away
from the door. She could hear the creaking of the floorboards as Pennywise
approached her and knelt down beside her bed. “Adrianne?” She pulled the
blankets closer around her, grunting like a spoiled child in a tone that would
hopefully make him get the hint that she didn’t want to talk. “Adrianne, look
at me.” Reluctantly, she turned over on her side, letting her eyes peer at him
through the darkness. Roman stared back at her. She felt the tears coming on
again, but she bit them back before they could escape. “Adrianne, you don’t
want children to die. I know you don’t. Why? Because I can see even the things
you will not admit to yourself. I know you better than you know yourself. If
you give yourself to me, I won’t need to kill them. Just stay with me and you
can save people, Adrianne. I need you.” He spoke very softly, taking ahold of
her hand and rubbing the back of her knuckles. For a moment, Adrianne almost
believed he was genuine.
Slowly letting her harsh grasp on her blanket loosen, she pushed back the
sheets and rubbed the area next to her. Pennywise didn’t say a word as he moved
into bed with her, letting her cuddle up to him as she laid her head on his
chest. Instantly, she noticed the lack of a heartbeat.
Adrianne held onto him tightly as she lulled herself to sleep. She knew the
words he spoke to her were nothing but lies. He was trying to manipulate her,
just as everyone else had been doing in her life. It had happened so often that
Adrianne found herself wonderfully skilled at recognizing it. It just so
happened that Pennywise was a master of it. She would never have a loving
relationship with Pennywise, that she knew. Her life would never be normal
again after he had come into it, as cliche as it sounds. She still embraced him
like he would be her shield during the end of the world, because Adrianne had
no one else left to hold on to.
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At first, she had thought it to be Pennywise’s doing.
Little notes were scattered around her porch in crimson paper the moment she
had woken up after Pennywise had left her the morning after. With her cup of
morning coffee, Adrianne read each one with great diligence. Each piece of
paper was more vulgar than the last.
‘You’re such a naughty girl.’
‘I want you sprawled out on a bed for me.’
‘Your little cunt gets so wet for me.’
She eventually cleaned up all the pieces of paper and burned them before her
father or any of the neighbors would see the display. A few days later started
the ding-dong ditching, which Adrianne was sure was absolutely  not  Pennywise.
She was well aware of the fact that Pennywise enjoyed playing with his food,
but not in such juvenile ways that would only irritate Adrianne rather than
annoy. But that’s when stuff began to go missing. It wasn’t little things like
her rings or books. No, it was her entire underwear collection. Waking up to
that one morning was certainly not the best way to start her day.
Even though her father was gone for a few days on business, Adrianne’s life
sucked. What was the world coming to where a life without her father would have
been desirable. He maybe would have put a stop to this. Maybe. The worst thing
to come out from all of this? Pennywise had not come to see her since the day
she had flipped out at him.
Adrianne had never been more angry at herself.
Wishing that a demon clown would come back to rescue her like a damsel? She
could not even stand the thought of that herself. It disgusted her that she
would even care for him, as he cared nothing for her. She should’ve been
smarter than this. Her own conflicting ideas mixed together like the Heathers
and Veronica, they worked together, but they hated each and every second of it.
The fact that Adrianne had figured that these little shows were not from
Pennywise angered her. The fact that she even cared infuriated her more.
It wasn’t until a week had passed without seeing Pennywise that she discovered
who had been sending these displays of affection. With a postcard from Kimberly
laying on the table next to a copy of ‘The Shining’, Adrianne firmly held onto
the cone of her ice cream whilst taking speraatic licks in order to keep the
melting sugar from sliding down her cone and messily on to her hands. Heavy
combat boots marched right up to her and Adrianne didn’t need to divert her
eyes from the postcard to see who it was. “What do you want, Bowers?” She
asked, taking another lick of her ice cream.
Henry slid into the chair across from her and from the corner of her eye, she
could see a devilish smirk on his lips. “I see you’ve been receiving my gifts.”
Adrianne suppressed a sigh and looked up from her postcard. So she was right in
that it wasn’t Pennywise. But Bowers? Seriously? “Again, I’m going to ask you
again. What do you want Bowers?”
“I think I’ve made it pretty clear what I want you to do, Adrianne. Very, very
clear.”
Rolling her eyes, she sat back into her chair as she took a long lick up the
side of her ice cream. “I’m not going to sleep with you if that is what I
mean.”
Tsking her, Bowers shook his head in mock disappointment. “Just because I am
leaving you notes doesn’t mean I just want to fuck you. Maybe I just want to
take you out to dinner.”
She shot a dirty glare. “Yes, because ‘your cunt gets so wet for me’ clarifies
that it is only platonic. Nice try.”
Bowers sat back in his seat, allowing his two hands to cup behind his head as
he leaned back. “I guess you got me there, but don’t you want your panties
back?”
Now Adrianne had become fully aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties
and she silently cursed God for allowing this to happen to her. Falling for a
clown and being sexually intimidated in public, she was almost sure that things
couldn’t get worse. “What do you want?”
“One date, fifteen minutes of sex. That’s all I want-” he paused, “Unless you
feel as if you can’t get enough.”
Adrianne felt sick to her stomach again as she stared blankly at Bowers. She
could not speak, only gawk at him as the moments drew past. She wondered if
there would have been any other choice and if Pennywise would have been angry
at her for sharing her body. Whatever, fuck it.
“Will you leave me alone then?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Fine, when do you want this fucking thing to happen?”
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Adrianne stared at her reflection in the mirror. A white as snow cropped shirt
accompanied by a frilly baby blue skirt and a a sweater just barely covering
her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing this for herself and it felt so out-of-
character for her to be admitting that. As much as she wanted to say that she
had spent an absurd amount of her theater money on an new outfit and new make-
up just for herself, deep down she knew that this was just as much of a show
for Bowers as he put on for her. She had bought these clothes, but they still
felt like someone else’s skin resting on top of her bones. They weren’t hers in
the slightest. However, she couldn’t feel just the slightest bit proud of
herself for feeling so striking in these clothes.
From the corner of her eye, her sight landed on the crucifix behind her
depicting Jesus on Good Friday. A pang of guilt hit her soul like a nail into a
coffin. Adrianne had been ignoring her faith these past weeks and for the first
time, she began to think that because she had lost her way because of her
actions and words of sin. If anyone was going to save her, it would not be
Pennywise, Bowers, or even, Daniel, it would be Jesus.
Doubt began to push its way into her mind like a semi-truck merging its way
into a crowded highway. Maybe it would just be better if she called off the
date with Bowers. She didn’t think she would have to worry about Pennywise, as
she had not seen him in a week and she was beginning to think that he had got
what he wanted from her. She was upset, yes, but the fact that he didn’t loom
over her like the impending future made her day brighten even in the slightest.
She would call off the date with Bowers and perhaps even call up Daniel and ask
him if he wanted to come over for the movie night. Yes, Daniel was Jewish, but
Adrianne was sure God wouldn’t smite her if she found herself romantically
involved with him. Bowers was another story…
Her doorbell rang and as the ding faded into silence, so did her hope for
calling things off. Without thinking, Adrianne grabbed one of her rosaries and
pulled the religious necklace over her head and let it settle between her
breasts. She grabbed her purse and  key and pounded down the stairs into the
living room. She grasped the door knob, took a deep breath and opened the door
to see her mullet-wearing, knight-in-shining-armor. He was leaning up against
the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips while his slightly muscular arms
were crossed over his muscle t-shirt. “Hi,” she began.
“Hey...you ready, babe?” Forcing herself not to wince at the pet name, she
nodded and stepped out of her house, closing and locking the door behind her.
“So, um, your dad usually out of town?”
Shaking her head while walking down the steps to his car, Adrianne responded.
“No, unless its for a special occasion for work. Other than that, he’s stuck in
his room working on something new.” She paused as she opened the door from the
passengers side and slid in, only slightly annoyed that he didn’t open it for
her like a  gentleman  should have. “How about your father? He’s a police
officer, right?”
“Sheriff,” Bowers muttered under his breath.
Adrianne buckled her seatbelt and noted that Henry did not follow suit as he
started up the car and began to drive away from her house. “Ah...I bet he kicks
your ass for the stuff you do, huh?” She joked, snickering at her own joke, but
he just stared stoically on ahead of her as her laughter died and the
awkwardness began to resurrect. She cleared her throat at looked out her own
 side window, before asking, “So, what are we doing tonight?”
“There’s a kid named Mike Hanlon who lives just outside of Derry on a farm. His
parents were fucking weird and he’s just as messed up. Well, we’re going to
have some fun over at his farm.” He explained casually as a hateful smile
appeared on his lips slowly.
Adrianne looked between him and the road. “What do you mean by  fun?  Because I
am sure that our definitions of fun are drastically different from one
another.”
“We’re just going to give him a little spook, that’s all.”
Adrianne paled and tried to search her mind quickly as to what to say. Slowly,
her right hand found his leg and began to slowly let her fingers trail against
the fabric of his jeans. “What if we have some fun instead?” She purred,
allowing her hand to rub his inner thigh before moving to his crotch. Henry let
out a soft moan as Adrianne moved closer to him, letting her right hand move
across his cheek and guiding him into a kiss.
Mike Hanlon owed her his life.
Beneath her left hand, she could feel him growing, staining against the zipper
of his jeans. Slowly, she let go from the kiss only to have his hands grip her
head and pull her back into a fierce kiss. She moved her hands to work at the
button of his jeans then pulled down the zipper slowly. With a single finger,
Adrianne stroked his cock between his underwear. Without thinking, Henry bit
down on her lip hard. She pulled back and he opened his eyes with a brief sense
of worry. “Sorry,” he murmured.
Forcing herself not to flip out at him, she shook her head and gave a small
smile. “It’s okay.” Without saying another word, Adrianne moved her face down
to his crotch and freed his manhood from its constriction. He was as hard as a
teenage boy normally was. She licked the tip first before moving her lips over
it, swirling her tongue around his tip. Adrianne slowly bobbed her head up and
down, letting her lips move over his skin, wetting it with her spit. He was
absolutely no where near Pennywise and she couldn’t believe that she would’ve
preferred Pennywise over Henry.
Without warning, Henry lost his fingers in her hair and forced her head to move
faster while she sucked his cock. She hollowed out her cheeks and picked a vein
to lick up, but it was more messy than anything else. He forced his tip to hit
the back of her throat and groaned each time it happened. His breathing hitched
and he thrusted up against her as she worked harder. Letting out one loud moan,
Henry came into her mouth. She let him finish before sitting back up and he
grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Swallow.” She bit down on her
tongue and swallowed while his eyes bored into hers. He led them into another
kiss.
The rest of the night turned out to be more of a let-down than anything else.
Henry was absolutely revolting and gave only hints as to what he was really
thinking. Going on a date with him was just about as interesting as watching
paint dry on a wall. Having a conversation with him was much like that exact
same wall, one-sided and dull. It was a miracle when they were going for a walk
and they ran into the rest of the Bowers gang. Adrianne excused herself to go
for the bathroom, make a weak excuse to kiss Henry and whilst doing that, she
snatched his keys from his back pocket. Before he noticed, she went around the
corner of the library to where they were parked and unlocked his car, grabbing
what was stolen from her and taking off with his keys.
That’s when she walked past the Aladdin and bumped right into Daniel. Without
even thinking or stopping to say ‘hello’, she dropped her bag and wrapped her
arms around his neck in a hug. “Well, I guess this is better than a ‘hello’,”
he joked as he let his arms circle around her waist and hugged her back. They
stood like that for a minute, just rocking of the balls of their feet before
Adrianne cut off their embrace.
“I haven’t seen you in a week.” She said, grabbing her bag back up from the
ground.
Daniel nodded, “They haven’t scheduled us together and it’s really pissing me
off. But I get where they’re coming from. Can’t have their two best employees
slacking off by talking to each other.” Before Adrianne could respond there was
a yell of anger in the direction of the library and Adrianne knew who the
source was exactly.
“Would there be a chance you could drive me? Somewhere? Anywhere? Like, right
now.” She asked, biting her lip as she looked around the corner.
Daniel nodded and swung his keys out of his pocket. “Yeah...Want to go pick-up
some dinner?”
“Literally anything is good if we can just get away from the library.” A look
of confusion crossed Daniel’s face. “I’ll explain later.” The two walked
quickly behind the Aladdin to where Daniel usually parked and got it.
“So, what’s going on with the library?”
“It’s a long story. I went on a date with Henry Bowers tonight.”
Daniel looked over at her with the most disgusted face and said, “Henry Bowers?
Okay, I understand why you want to get away, but why did you even-”
“Did you hear that?” Adrianne interrupted, “That was my stomach growling,
because you’re depriving me of the food that you promised because we’re stuck
here talking about Henry fucking Bowers. Why don’t we just drive to the diner
and not talk about Henry for the rest of the night?”
 
Persuaded by Adrianne, Daniel started his car  and took off to go to one of the
diners located right behind the park. The two traveled in silence as Adrianne
fixed her smeared lipstick in the mirror while taking casual glances over at
Daniel. The car pulled up into Derry’s Diner five minutes later and the two
emerged from the car. While they were walking in, Daniels’s arm circled around
Adrianne’s waist in the least possessive way ever. They walked into the
restaurant together and were greeted by a waitress who must’ve been around
their age, because she said. “Hey  Daniel…” her eyes wandered over Adrianne,
“and friend?”
“Hey Hannah, table for two.” Hannah nodded, her blonde hair bobbing as she did
so. She wrote something down on her little pad of paper and motioned for the
two to follow her. Adrianne bumped her hip against Daniel’s and when he looked
at her, she gave him a sly smirk. He returned the expression. Hannah stood by a
booth and before Daniel could get her to move in to the same side with him, she
slid into the seat across from him.
Hannah put down two menus, pulled out her paper and pen, and asked, “What can I
get for you guys to drink tonight?”
“Could I get a coke?” Daniel asked and Hannah nodded, scribbling it down on her
paper.
“For you?”
Adrianne simply responded, “Just a water for me, please.”
Hannah wrote that down as well and said, “Alright, I’ll get those for you guys
while you look at the menu.” She flashed a smile before taping the table and
going off in the other direction.
Reaching for her menu, Adrianne let her eyes read over the options. Different
sandwiches, salads, burgers, and breakfast specials appeared back at her as she
tried to decide on just one. Henry cleared his throat, “So, why?”
She looked up from her menu, “Why what?”
“ Bowers.”
Adrianne’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as she understood the question. Biting her lip
and looking down to her menu again, she said, “It’s a long story. He’s just
been really irritating and I thought that if I went out with him once and it
didn’t work out, he would stop.” She stammered as the more she talked, the more
flustered she go. Before he could say anything more, she moved onto a different
topic. “What do you think you’re going to get?”
Henry glanced back down at his menu. “Texas barbecue burger. It happens to be
the best thing on the menu.”
“Is that so?” She asked sarcastically.
Daniel’s grin never seemed to fade, “Scout’s Honor.”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “I am almost a hundred percent sure that you were
never a Boy Scout.”
Just as those words came out of her mouth, Hannah had returned and said, “He
was. Crazy as it may seem, but he chased my brother. I don’t know a whole lot
about Boy Scouts, but I for goddamn sure that scaring a little kid in the
middle of no-where on a camping trip does not follow the Boy Scout code.” She
said as she was setting down Adrianne’s water and Daniel’s coke.  “Correct me
if I’m wrong, Uris.”
Daniel just handed the menu back to Hannah, ignoring the harsh kick Adrianne
had thrown him underneath the table, and said “I’d like the Texas barbecue
burger.”
Hannah shook her head, letting out a slight laugh, “Alright. How about you?”
“Just the pancakes, please. Thanks.” She gave a smile as she handed the menu
back to her waitress. Hannah left again and left Daniel and Adrianne alone.
“So…”
“So…” he echoed while the same ever-growing grin sang just as beautifully as
first violin in an orchestra. Her cobalt eyes studied his features. High
cheekbones, beautiful light mahogany eyes, and unruly curls that had a mind for
itself. He was a different kind of beauty that didn’t speak for itself, almost
like a gem hidden. The more she found herself around him, the more attractive
he became. “You okay?” He asked with a slight chuckle as she snapped out of her
trance.
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I just, I dunno...Have you ever had those days where you
just don’t  know? ” Daniel shot her a look, as if to indirectly say ‘You are
crazy.’ “Don’t look at me like I’m going insane!” She joked. “You don’t have
those days?”
“Well, I was sure you were crazy, like the second day I met you.” Adrianne shot
him an angry glare, which he laughed casually at. “But I can most certainly say
that you are  probably  not the  only  one.”
Adrianne rolled her eyes and asked, “How’s your brother doing?”
“I’m not sure. His Bar Mitzvah is next week and apparently, according to my
dad, he isn’t do hot on reading the Torah.” He explained as Hannah came around
and set down their food in front of them before leaving again.
Picking up her fork and knife, Adrianne began to cut up her stack of pancakes.
“He hangin’ with friends too much?”
After taking a bite of his burger, Daniel covered his mouth while he chewed and
swallowed, but shook his head. “Not even that. He hasn’t hung out with them
since the day you were over.”
“That’s strange…Just out of the blue?”
“Yeah. I tried asking him about it a few days ago, but-oh well...teenagers,
amiright?” He winked and Adrianne shook her head with the slightest sarcastic
sigh.
The rest of the dinner, Adrianne and Daniel conversed in friendly banter,
airing on the side of flirtatious even. Before the two friends knew it, the
clock had struck eleven-thirty and they were the last ones in the diner. They
had finished their food, paid for the check and left. On the car ride back to
Adrianne’s house, Adrianne caught herself stealing more glances towards him and
being more open with him. When they drove up to the curb of her house, she
wasn’t even sad to admit that she would have just loved if he would just drive
around for a few blocks instead of dropping her off. “I’ll walk you up?” He
asked as he shifted the car into neutral.
Adrianne nodded and smiled, unbuckling her seat. The two emerged from the car
and walked up to her porch where she removed her keys from the bag. She pushed
the key into the lock and looked at him. “Do you want to come in?”
Daniel had shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighed. “You
know, I really wish I could. My dad will kill me if I’m not home before twelve,
especially with all that’s been going on.” Adrianne’s stomach dropped as she
heard those words and hoped that her pallor would not give away that she had
just turned to a deathly shade of white. But she nodded and turned the key in
it’s lock.
“I understand. Well, tell your brother I say hi. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
She opened her arms to let Daniel into a quick hug which he accepted. She
rested her head on his shoulder, but then turned to look at him while still in
the embrace.
She was sure who leaned in first, but before she knew it, his lips were on hers
and they were kissing. It was a long, sweet kiss filled with nothing but love
and compassion. She never wanted the moment to end. They both pulled back and
shly smiled at each other.
“Tomorrow,” Daniel said.
“Tomorrow,” she repeated.
They broke from the embrace and Daniel went back to his car while she pushed
her door open. Walking in and closing the door behind her, she flicked on the
lights to see red painted onto the walls. No-not red. It was thick, dripping
blood that coated her walls and furniture. Words caught in her throat as from
her dad’s work room, the door creaked open. Out floated a bright, crimson
balloon. Adrianne let out a blood-curdling scream. She forced herself against
the door and sunk to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. She closed her
eyes for a long while, rocking up against the door. It was only when she heard
Pennywise’s voice ring out in her head of Henry’s sickening notes that she
opened her eyes to see the room replaced back to normal. Shaking, Adrianne
forced herself back up to her feet and let them move like a zombie towards her
staircase as she shivered from fear. It was time for a long night’s sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Does this make up for my terrible writing these past couple of
     chapters and the really short chapter I gave you last night?
     Also, I want your input: do you want more Daniel or nah? I don't have
     him planned to be in the next chapter and I don't know if I should
     give Adrianne a human love interest that is, like, good to her, and
     will make Pennywise v jealous. As always, input is amazing.
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“What do you think about this one?” Adrianne’s father asked, holding up a
potted Forget-Me-Nots. Light scattered across his face in a stripped pattern
through the roof of the greenhouse. Her feets hit the floor as she walked by
him, scrutinizing the plant.
“The leaves are a bit wilted,” she explained, but put it down on the cart
anyways. “It will do though.” Adrianne flashed her father a kind smile and
walked past him again as her eyes roamed over the greenery again. He had come
into her room this morning, coming back a day earlier than she expected, and
asked if she wanted to start a garden that summer. Still between that state of
dreaming and alertness, she had nodded lazily. They had spent breakfast
together after she had taken her first pill of the day and gone out to the
Pancake House just down the road from them. Then hopped in their car and drove
to the other side of town to Gilbert’s Greenhouse. It was there that they had
acquired herbs, flowers, and vegetables to plant in their backyard. The rows
and rows of flowers brought her back to the earliest memory she could remember.
It was a snippet, showing nothing more than what a picture could convey just
the same. Her small hands had crashed down onto the ground as she crawled like
a miniature Godzilla on the grass. Her eyes glanced up and saw her mother,
blonde waves tossed behind her shoulders, sitting before a pot where she
trimmed her rose garden. That’s where the memory ended abruptly.
She was sure that life went on after that, but it seemed so implausible that
she could not remember it. Granted, she was only a year or two old at that
point, but it still seemed like the memory did not belong to her. Adrianne saw
no reason to bring it up to her father, as the talk of her mother just upset
him more. That was one unspoken rule that she would never break. Even though
she had already broken so many rules that summer.
Adrianne walked back through the greenhouse to the side door. She pushed the
glass door open as she walked out into the sun, holding onto a small succulent
plant in her cupped hand. The display was even more magnificent than the
inside. She was unsure of they fit far it went back and how this place even
stayed afloat economically in the winter. It seemed as if the world had
destroyed itself and the plants had taken over. Everywhere she looked, there
was only plants of the brightest and most fluorescent colors, crowding over
each other that if every family in  had at least five plants, there would still
be left overs. She stood under a large circular dome, watching as the light
poured through the stained glass under the dome, casting a muted hot pink over
the stones. She walked under the light and to the side through another door on
the other side.
There was a quaint little cafe hidden away, serving  finest hot chocolate. She
vaguely remembered it from her childhood, but Jessica, her work partner had
only just brought it up to her again. To the right of the door was a small
display case, adorned with trophies and pictures from the years past. Black and
white photographs, a red letterman jacket from some football player, a letter
dated from the 1958, and other paraphernalia. In one of the photos, teenage
girls stood arm in arm in front of the dome. One of them looked so familiar.
The same smile she had seen in photos she had snuck away from her father, the
same lightly colored hair, the button nose, and the eyes brightly shining
despite the photo only being in black and white. And on her ring finger was the
diamond ring that Adrianne had lost weeks previous. Marisol Edlen, at the time,
only known as Marisol Beauchene.  Her sandals moved against the cement beneath
her as she shuffled away from the display case and up the counter. To her
surprise, she saw Jessica’s pitch black hair pulled back into a ponytail,
showcasing off her hummingbird tattoo behind her ear. Jessica turned around at
the sound of her feet and smirked. “So, you finally showed up?” She asked.
“I couldn’t pass up a delicious hot chocolate,” Adrianne responded with a hint
of sarcasm in her voice. Jessica let out a half-hearted laugh and took a cobalt
cup from its stack and opened the mini fridge, pulling out a gallon of milk.
Jessica began to pour, asking, “So Daniel stopped in earlier today.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She began to feel her cheeks grow hot and knowing that they would become as
flaming red as the setting sun, she turned her face to the window to look out
at the cars driving past. “Come in for coffee?”
“Yeah, which was strange, because he normally doesn’t need a coffee in the
morning unless he is working. He only works mornings during the weekend.”
Adrianne bit her lip, beginning to worry. He hadn’t told  her  his schedule.
Jessica paused, looking over at Adrianne. “And the only reason I know that is
because he was complaining about his new schedule last week. I’m not into him,
like  that.”  Adrianne instantly relaxed.
She shrugged as turned around once her face had cooled down. “Maybe he was just
helping out with his parents this morning at Temple and needed something to
help wake him up.”
“No, it was-like-weird. I don’t know how to describe it. He was-I dunno-just
not himself. He was a little aggressive with me.”
Adrianne raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, he was just very assertive. It almost scared me, ya know? Plant too?”
Adrianne nodded as Jessica slid her coffee over towards her. She pulled a few
dollars out of her pocket and passed it to Jessica. As she was retrieving her
change, Jessica said, “He asked about you.”
“What did he ask?”
“Just where you were going to be later today and why you weren’t at home.” She
explained, handing Adrianne her change back.
Adrianne gave her a frazzled look, her eyebrows furrowing. “That  is  strange.
What did you say?”
Jessica rested her hands on the counter and rolled her eyes. “Does it look like
I stalk you? I had no idea, so guess what I said.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I had no idea.”
“Ah.”
“Why is he looking for you anyways?” Jessica asked her.
Adrianne shrugged, picking up her hot chocolate before letting her mind’s
images flash by her again from the night previous. “Wait-we agreed yesterday
that we’d see each other again.”
“Again?”
“That’s what I said,” Adrianne joked as she felt the heat returning to her
face. “We-uh-we kissed last night. It was something.”
Jessica nodded, looking at Adrianne from the corner of her eye with a nod. “Uh-
huh. That’s exactly what I think it was.”
Before Adrianne could explain herself further, her father popped his head into
the door. “I just finished checking out,” he said. “You ready to go?”
Adrianne nodded and took a sip of her hot chocolate. “Really is the best,” she
said as her feet moved over to the door. She gave a salute to Jessica, “See you
later.”
The Edlens retreated back into their car, the smell of fresh dirt coating the
inside like a perfume as they drove home. The radio kept switching stations,
even though it had been in perfect working order earlier this morning. She
finicked around with the dial, her disappointment drawn expertly on her pursed
lip. Eventually she gave up and settled back into her chair for the rest of the
car ride home.
The two had arrived back at their house within fifteen minutes and while
Adrianne was taking the plants out of the back the car, her father retreated
inside to make a few calls for work. Before she could even pull the sack of
dirt from their shed, her father called out to her. “Adrianne?”
She responded, “What’s up, dad?”
“Do you mind if we start planting tomorrow? I just got a call from Mr. Leerit
and I have to attend to this immediately.”
Adrianne tried to hide her disappointment, but said, “No, it’s cool. We’ll just
do it tomorrow.” Without even responding, he returned back into the house.
Adrianne sighed as she opened the door to the shed and walked inside.
Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust and she could barely see
anything because of the dim lighting. However, there was something hidden under
a sheet of cloth resting against one of the high shelves. She moved over to it,
grabbing the blanket, and pulled it off. A cloud of dust obstructed her view as
the dust swirled into her face. She coughed and waved her hand in an effort to
get rid of the particles. When her vision was clear, she saw a silver bike
dating back to the 60s just from the looks of it. Her mother’s. She took the
handles and tried to pull the bike out of the shed. The wheels were horribly
deflated, but Adrianne quickly grabbed the bike pump and refilled the tires
with air. After that, she hopped right on and rolled down her driveway and onto
the streets.
The handlebars had a familiarity about them as she gripped them tightly. She
knew that there was no way she could have possibly ridden it when she was a
young girl, but she felt some kind of ownership over it. It felt like slipping
into an old pair of jeans the way the air caught against her legs and hair. The
way she pedaled down the street and into town as she biked around. The world
was moving in slow motion as she biked, feeling the sun on her face and the way
the wind pushed lightly against her. It felt like home.
 
She could hear all the cars that drove on the main bridge of Derry just by
sitting under it. It was a great steel bridge that must have been fifty yards
high from the water to the road and the river didn’t rush as greatly beneath
it. In fact, the high ceiling made it a perfect place to relax and play the new
bass guitar Adrianne had just bought that day...with the stolen money from her
father. Her fingers moved dexterity against the strings, as the old calluses
she had received from years previously the bass. She bobbed her head in the
rhythm of the steady beat she was producing. Did it feel good to have the bass
in her hands again.
“Adrianne…” An overly familiar voice sang out. Looking up from the movement of
her fingers, she looked to her left and saw Daniel standing right where the
shadow of the bridge began. A snarky grin sat on his face, merely suggesting
that Adrianne should do the same. His feet kicked against the stones as he
approached closer, a dapperness and swagger to his appearance that no one could
deny. She removed the strap from her neck and put the guitar back down into its
case. She stood and ran to greet him in a hug. For a moment, she led her lips
up to his and gave him a quick peck.
He; however, had different plans.
When she tried to pull back and greet him vocally, he put his hand to the base
of her skull and pulled her in for a more serious kiss. His lips pushed against
hers as he parted his lips, his tongue pushing past her lips. His other hand
moved down the side of her body, reaching to her thigh where he grabbed it and
pulled her up against him closely. She wrapped her leg around his waist,
letting him push his crotch closer to hers where she could feel his erection
against her. He pulled the small of her back closer to him as he kissed her,
allowing his tongue to slide against hers.
Daniel pulled from the kiss and moved his lips down to her neck, sensually
nipping and sucking her soft skin. “Tell me you want to do this.”
“Daniel,” she began while a smile snuck onto her face. She deserved to have
Daniel. Pennywise had left her just when she had began to enjoy being around
him. Daniel was the only one who had stayed around and perhaps this would make
him stay longer. “I want this.”
“Well, isn’t that a shame.”
His hands pushed her away from him and to the ground. Her head quickly made an
acquaintance with a rock as she fell, causing her to cry out in pain. She
closed her eyes and she grabbed at her skull. Banging pain pounded in her head
like a thousand drums as she felt tears move their way to her eyes from the
pain. Adrianne pulled herself into a seated position, her anger only growing.
“What the actual fuck, Daniel!” She screamed at him then opened her eyes.
Her eyes saw the white, red, and black oversized shoes with the pom-pom sitting
on the toe. Slowly her eyes trailed upwards to see the stained, beige fabric
adorned with Victorian lace and ribbons, all clearly showing signs of age and
decay. She saw the caked make-up, the red lines up his face and the ginger hair
styled as if Ronald McDonald had done crack for years. Drool dripped from his
crimson lips as he surveyed her as well. “Pennywise,” she breathed out
cautiously.  She scampered away from him, cutting her hand on a rock in the
process. She hissed out in pain and stopped her crawling as he approached her.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she said with furry coating her every word.
He bent down next to her, grabbing her wrist silently. He took one glance at
her before letting his thick tongue slip over the wound. Adrianne gagged at the
sight of it. “You were unfaithful,” He said.
“I owe nothing to you.”
His red lips parted to reveal a row of sharp, pointed teeth. “Adrianne, you owe
your entire soul to me. Granted, you have one.” Her jaw clenched as she kicked
at his chest. He moved not one inch, only let out a soft groan as he climbed
over her on his hands and knees. “I own you.”
“Get off me!” She screeched at him before he shut her up with a simple kiss.
Her cries were muffled as he pushed his long tongue into her mouth and down her
throat, choking her. Crystal tears fell down her face as her anger melted into
melancholy. She shook her head, in an effort to get him out while his gloved
hands moved over her wrists. He pulled back, letting his tongue retreat back
into his own mouth.
“What was that, dear?” He asked, rubbing his groin against her center.
Between sobs, Adrianne said, “You left me! How was I supposed to know you were
going to come back?” He forced her hands over her head and underneath one of
his large hands.
Now with his free hand, he hushed her, laughing, and said, “You cannot wait a
week...How will you wait twenty-seven years?” He then moved his free hand to
let his cock spring free from his suit again. He tugged Adrianne’s skirt up and
ripped her panties off.
“Pennywise, I do not want to do this anymore. Do you see what you’re doing to
me?” She begged.
Letting out a low growl, he nearly screamed, “Do you see what you’re doing to
me?! I can see what I do to you, I can smell what I do to you, I can even taste
what I do to you. I thrive off of it and Adrianne, we are going to keep doing
this until I leave you. Then, I will return and we will continue.”
“You aren’t making any-” he silenced her with another kiss before forcing her
legs apart and shoving himself inside of her. He began his thrusts fast, moving
in and out with such a ferocity that she couldn’t believe that sweat wasn’t
forming on his brow. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, breaking
their kiss. He moved down to kiss her shoulder and she held onto him tightly.
He slowed his movement gradually where he was only moving in her at an
agonizingly slow pace. “Pennywise,” she moaned over and over again. He paid no
attention to her, and bit her shoulder. Blood rushed out from the newly
punctured skin and she cried out in agony when his lips and tongue moved over
it. He massaged the wound, lapping at her skin like it was the most delicious
thing he had even consumed. He moved in and out of her again, his pace
increasing and before she knew it, Adrianne could feel her orgasm approaching
like a rushing trail. “Pennywise,” she said, again. “I’m going to-” Before she
could even finish her sentence, he slipped out of her and pulled her to a
seating position. Her wetness coated her thighs and she squirmed under his grip
because of his denial.
“You don’t deserve it, doll.” He said, meeting her height with a sadistic grin.
“Maybe if you come down to the sewers with me and please me, you’ll get your
release, hm?”
Adrianne grasped his hand and nodded quickly, like an addict agreeing to
another dose of their drug. “Anything…” She breathed, “Anything for you.”
Chapter End Notes
     Hi, yes, I'm a tease, get over it.
     Just a heads up, I may not be updating for a while. I have a show
     coming up and I barely have any time to spend writing this whole sin
     scene coming up at home. I don't know about anyone else, but I cannot
     write smut in public. Like, I can be a sinner at home with my
     blankets around me while I drink some tea in a very pompous fashion,
     but not around other people.
     Also, I have an idea of where to take this and it's either a
     fantastic idea or a terrible one, so we'll see how I feel about it in
     the upcoming days. But if somethings don't make sense in the upcoming
     chapters, just wait.
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     you for reading!
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