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The spawn crawled from the drain, distraught. It had hidden in the fight with the knowledge that IT would win. What were dumb humans against IT anyway? They were toys, breakfast, and nothing more. IT hadn’t returned, and when the ground began to quake, the spawn knew IT wouldn’t. It cradled the remains of its parent, the only other of its kind that it knew. It curled next to IT and wailed for IT to come back. It gorged itself on the body left down there and fled the destroyed nest.

The spawn wandered for a while, roaming Maine for days, perhaps weeks. It had grown hungry again but found that hardly anyone was scared by a lone child. No, they were all scared for the child, and concern was different than fear.

   ❝     And  everybody  wants  to  know  ‘bout  how  it  felt  to  hear  you  scream ...               They  know  you  walk  like  you’re  a  god;   they  can’t  believe  I  made  you  weak.     ❞        

      Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Run. Run faster. The sound of heavy booted feet and the loud jeering of Bowers and his crew might as well have been wolves snapping at his heels. The burn of his lungs making his eyes water and the fear that any second now his asthma is going to close his throat is all too real. Especially when they inevitably do catch him. Rough hands yanking him clean off his feet and half dragging him into the shadows. “L-Let me go!” He’s kicking, clawing at anything he can reach. 

       He hates feeling small. Hates the way tears sting at the corner of his eyes and his shoulders hunch in preparation for whatever pain is coming. Absolutely despises the wheeze in his throat and the barks of laughter it causes. “Out of breath wheezy?” Someone above him sneers, and he wants to dig for his inhaler but he knows they’ll just take it from him, break it like they do all his others when they catch him. 

        most days, she visited the same bar after her shift ended, needing a way to relieve the stress. locals knew who she was and left her alone, never once bothering her unless it was a true emergency. thankfully, nothing required her attention tonight, because the case had ended. they had apprehended the suspect and she needed to forget everything her week consisted of. needed to forget the faces of the victims. 

       shot after shot was taken, until she finally felt the buzz of the alcohol sway through her. a few more and she’d be willing to do anything. her order for another shot was taken by the bartender, when she felt the presence of another behind her. her hand instinctively went to her hip, until her eyes landed on the man taking a seat beside her. her gaze softened as she fiddled with one of her empty glasses. 

        “you’re not from around here. most of the people in here won’t bother to touch that seat you’re in.”