IT forces fate

he WAITS, patiently. knows not to  speak before henry has said his  own peace. ten fifty. easy peasy.  patrick’s mom was so desperate  for his approval he could get  almost anything out of her.     “stale nachos are my favorite.” 

           ❝ What’s  NOT  your  favorite? ❞

     Speak to the dead? Pfft. Ripley can’t help but giggle at the question. “Now, ain’t you just the cutest thing? What if I say yes?” A step closer. An innocent head tilt. “Do I look like someone who would participate in such dark deeds?”

He huffs with a small smile.  “Fair enough, man.” Never really was a fan of beans himself, but he’d eat what was given. 

Vic watched him walk on in.  He never minded Henry making himself at home. When his parents weren’t home, that is. His parents didn’t like him nor his friends, truth be told. As he put his books up on the shelf, Vic leaned into the kitchen to check on the pot of boiling noodles; walking in and stirring them. 

“They’re about done.” 

He moved to the fridge, getting out the milk and butter before calling back to him. “Hey, what d’ya want to drink? We’ve got… Ginger ale, Coke, Budweiser, and water”

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        There’s  an  ethos  about  Vic,  something  that  multiples  greatly  when  Belch  is  present  as  well  but  does  the  job  just  find  without  him  too.  It’s  calming  and  lures  Henry  out  of  his  always  guarded  state  of  mind.  Tho  Henry  doubts  the  little  snot  nose  shits  at  the  school  would  say  the  same  thing  about  them... maybe  that  was  another  plus.  The  polar  opposites  in  character  that  made  Henry  feel  an  ounce  more  special  than  the rest.

Bella nodded quietly and continued to eat her food, trying to eat it quickly but also not choke on it at the same time because their father looked for an excuse really to yell at them or punish them. She accidentally knocks over her water in process so she quickly gets up and tries to clean it up before their dad shows up.

She quickly put both dishes in the sink and began to use a towel or whatever she could find to soak up the mess that she had made.

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           The  sudden  noise  causes  him  to  stir,  shifting  ever  so  slightly  as  if  about  to  block  for  a  beating.  When  he  looks  over  and  sees  she’s  the  reason  for  the  commotion  he  relaxes,  leaving  her  to  deal  with  her  own  mess.

             ❝ Y-you speak to the dead? Dead dead? Bugs eatin’ their shit and shitting in their mouths type of dead? ❞

Cue an eye roll, followed by a scoff. ❛ Hey, don’t get snippy with me, asshole. Ain’t I allowed t’ be intrigued? ❜ Intrigued and perhaps a bit excited. Sure, this could all turn to shit within an instant. But, there was no shame in hoping for the best right? She’s happy to take the offered hand, keeping up the best she could. ❛ Can’t you just slow down a lil’ bit? I ain’t got long legs, I don’t move all that fast. ❜

                   SNIPPY IS MY MIDDLE NAME.  What  a  lame  comeback,  something  one  of  the  stupid  kids  in  Derry  would  say.  He’s  glad  it  only  entered  his  mind  and  didn’t  exit  out  pass  his  lips.

        ❝ Where’s  that  my  fault? ❞ Henry  jokes,  modifying  his  pace  to  better  suit  hers.  He  knew  he  was  moving  fast  but  he  was  just  so  DAMN  excited  to  show  her  what  he  and  his  mentor  had  in  store.  The  plan  was  simple,  a  byproduct  of  being  an  original  HENRY BOWERS.

“No, it’s just store policy that if you break an instrument you have to pay for it,” Nova explained. “Figured I should tell you since you wanna look with your hands.” 

A little bit was because she’d seen Henry’s general disregard for the property of others at school, but the last thing she needed was to piss him off enough that she’d have to send a bill to Mr. Bowers. Though probably even giving him fair warning had pissed him off judging by the way he was looking at her now. “Actual question, do you even play guitar?” she asked nodding in the direction of the display item. 

               SHOULDN’T STORE POLICY BE SERVING CUSTOMERS WITH A SMILE? Wanna  look  with  your  hands.  He  scoffs,  thumbing  through  records  far  out  of  his  price  range. How  else  was  a  person  suppose  to  test  out  the  equipment?  Air  play?

    There’s  a  girl  two  streets  over  from  his  that  used  to  play  the violin,  before  an  accent  caused  her  to  go  blind  in  one  eye.  She  looked  kinda  freaky  with  one  milky  eye  but  he  remembers  one  day  after  school  she  let  him  try  her  violin,  air  play  only.  That’s  all he’s  ever  been  allowed  to  do. Air  guitar,  air  drums.  It  would  be  nice  to  be  trusted  enough  to  tangibly  play  an  instrument.

         ❝ Everyone  knows  school  is  useless  ‘cos  in  the  future  we’re  all  gonna  own  our  own  robot  slaves. ❞

              ❝ How  do  you  keep  boogers  &  shit  from  clogging  up  your  tubes? ❞

HE  ALREADY  HAD  A  BAD  FEELING  IN  HIS  STOMACH –  &  it  only  got  worse  when  he  felt  the  arm  around  his  neck,  pulling  him  closer  &  –  Stanley  couldn’t  help  but  GASP  quietly.  His  head  was  turned  upwards,  gaze  meeting  the  one  of  HENRY  BOWERS !  the  boy  that  bullied  him  since  he  could  think.  

❝it’s  not ….  it’s  NOT  A  HAT❞

                                       HIS   HEAD   TILTS,  as  if  actually  considering  what  the  proper  name  for  the  headgear  was  other  than  what  his  father  called:  JEW HAT.  The  task  becomes  too  much  of  a  BURDEN  &&  Henry  drops  interest  in  becoming  more  cultural. 

        ❝ The  blood  pumped  to  the  heart  is  blue  because  it’s  cold.  afterwards  the  heart  warms  it  up  and  it  turns  red  when  hot.  That’s  why  humans  are  hot-blooded.  Lizards,  they’re  cold-blooded.  So  their  blood  is  always  blue. ❞

Bella sighed softly “Dad’s not going to be happy.” Her father hated cold food and complained about whenever he had to eat food that he preferred hot but there wasn’t much that they could really. Her father was the only one with money to fix it.

She then made herself some breakfasts and then sat down at the table. Bella quietly began eating her food, her hair pretty much in her face, and her clothes were hand-me-downs that were too big for her. She also didnt talk much but their father always found reasons to be mad at her.

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        ❝ There’s  always  the  stove. ❞  Butch  was  never  happy.  Maybe  once  or  twice  in  a  blue moon  but  just  as  quick  as  it  was  coming  that  mood  never  lasted  long  enough.  Henry  knew  this  well  enough  to  scarf  down  his  food  and  hit  his  chores  on  the  farm  before  his  old  man  had  a  chance  to  belt  him  one  for  ‘ slacking  off. ‘