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rumours-spiral · 4 years

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part 2- divorced

note: this is part 2 of a multi-fic series detailing the queen’s second lives. any feedback is greatly appreciated!

word count: 1863

warnings: none

Catherine and Maria remained in that abandoned chapel for a few days. Maria would tell Catherine of all the wonders of the 21st century- the witchcraft that was modern medicine, how quickly cars could move, the concept of running water. She found herself amazed at every new invention, every law, but a growing sense of dread crept up beside it. It felt like she was on another world. Nothing was familiar to her anymore, and she had so many questions she didn’t want answers to. But she found much comfort in prayer and Maria, and she relied on both heavily. Her lady in waiting had soothed her nerves with the mere fact that she had adapted so well, and made up for the assurance that that alone couldn’t provide in spades.

But even her closest friend couldn’t sate the foreboding growing quickly in her. It felt much like the darkness in the chapel- they were comfortable in the warm glow of their candles, but there was always a deep blackness in the chapel’s corners that would stare at her, and never fully disperse. Similarly, they had lived in relative happiness until Catherine finally asked the question that had been gnawing in the back of her mind.

“Were we the only ones brought back?”

Maria paused her reading immediately. Apprehension took residence in her eyes as she stared at the pages of her book blankly, trying to think of a suitable answer. Catherine had died partly into Anne’s reign- she didn’t even know Henry had another four wives. She had been too afraid of Catherine’s reaction, too afraid to shatter the fragile peace they had to bring it up. The queen had asked before of how they were brought back, and why, and Maria answered as honestly as she could. Catherine had frowned at the very heavy implications of witchcraft, though Maria had been careful not to say it outright. But they never discussed the others.

She spoke very cautiously after a moment, not even bearing to face her lady as she did.

“We... weren’t.”

Catherine didn’t comment, only frowned in a silent request for Maria to continue. Maria hadn’t seen the expression, but knew from the terse silence anyway, the way Catherine’s posture from the corner of her eye had straightened as it so often did when she felt nervous.

“Henry had four wives after you,” and Catherine still did not speak. She supposed it was more out of shock than anything, so Maria spoke quickly, longing to get this over with.

“Jane Seymour, Anna of Cleves, Katherine Howard, and Catherine Parr.”

Catherine recognised a few names. Parr, her goddaughter, stood out to her the most. She felt remorse at the mention of her in that list- Henry was so hard to please, and the girl was only young the last time she had seen her. At the same time, however, a small part of her felt a kind of justice at the knowledge Anne had been replaced, just as Catherine had- just as she had warned her she would.

“And... they were all brought back?” She asked. Maria nodded her head, and Catherine slumped against the pillar she was sitting against slightly.

“As was Anne Boleyn, and a few other ladies in waiting.” Maria clarified quietly, but she didn’t mention the ladies’ names or elaborate, so she allowed the comment to pass. She bristled slightly at the mention of Anne, an ancient anger simmering in her; she allowed herself a moment of that familiar feeling before brushing that aside, also.

“What happened to them? The other wives?” Anxiety swiftly replaced the anger, and her stomach twisted at the thought of what her answer could be. She could understand Henry having another wife after Anne- the girl may have got what she deserved and died early, leaving Henry to find another. But four other wives made her uneasy. Maria’s face sobered impossibly more.

“There’s a popular rhyme about your fates,” she whispered. The atmosphere suddenly turned grimmer than Catherine had remembered anything between them ever being, even in her final days, and any irritation she had felt at the immaturity of a rhyme was fleeting once she actually heard it. “Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.”

Catherine was left breathless at the sheer number of wives he had. She already knew he had six, but hearing them all grouped together like that was sickening. She next thought of the actual words. She was the first divorced, of course, but-

“Beheaded?”

Maria was crying silently now. Her gaze lifted to stare at the old rows of pews across the room, but she looked like she was seeing something else. She nodded, that look still there, clearing her throat gently in preparation to speak. “Anne Boleyn was beheaded in May of 1536, under false charges of incest, adultery, and witchcraft. Her cousin, Katherine Howard, was executed in 1542 under charges of adultery,”

A small part Catherine felt a sick sort of vindication at that. At knowing Anne finally was punished for how she ruined Catherine and her daughter’s lives, that she finally had her revenge on Anne for how she had ruined everything. That she, ever the good wife, had put up with Henry for twenty years, and Anne and her immaturity couldn’t last even five. But nausea roiled in her stomach when she reflected upon Maria’s words of “false charges”, and the vindication turned to shame very quickly. Anne had died for no reason.

“Henry had grown tired of Anne, and frustrated that she couldn’t provide a male heir. He had people testify falsely against her, and gave her an unfair trial.”

The nausea increased so much so that Catherine felt inclined to hold a hand to her mouth. She and Anne hadn’t liked each other, by any means- but she and Catherine had been close for a time, and she had always appreciated her wit, no matter how she hated herself for it. And she most certainly didn’t deserve to die in such a way. Anne and Henry had seemed genuinely in love, and such a brutal betrayal...

She thought next of Katherine and it was now that she noticed the tears running down her own cheeks. She remembered faintly, when Anne had first come to court, all daring French dresses and that damned smile, back when they had been friends, Anne’s mention of a cousin. The birth of a Howard, sharing the same name as the queen she spoke to. She inhaled shakily at the connection, and lowered her hand minutely to say in disbelief,

“Surely, she didn’t die in 1542. She would only have been-“

“19.” Maria finished. She gave a tiny nod, and Catherine’s very chest ached. What had happened to Henry to make him cruel enough to falsely execute a woman he had turned the country upside down to marry, and to then execute a- well, a child. Adultery was wrong, yes, but she couldn’t imagine the pressure the girl felt at being queen so young. Maria told her other stories of Henry’s cruelty with a distant voice, and the pressure in Catherine’s chest worsened. Henry had his temper, but he was kind and chivalrous towards everyone when he and Catherine were wed. How had he turned into such a monster?

She supposed there were signs. Signs in even his very divorce from Catherine- he had ruined so many lives just so he could marry someone he was never meant for. He hadn’t allowed Catherine to see Maria, or her own daughter, in the years and days leading to her death, purely because he was petty. Perhaps she should’ve seen this coming. She could’ve prevented all the pain Henry almost definitely brought upon the consorts that came after her. Maybe if she had tried harder in their marriage, if she had provided a son, if she-

Maria cut off her racing thoughts with a fierce hug. She shushed her gently, crying herself, and she let Catherine dampen the shoulder of her clothes.

She was reminded of a similar embrace between her and Anne suddenly. Catherine tried to bite down the anger she felt rise up like bile in the back of her throat at the thought of her. It was Anne’s fault- Catherine had warned her of Henry, begged her to just let them be. She had even protected the Boleyn girl from her husband, but Anne had grown to care for him, and then they had both wanted what wasn’t theirs- and their tempers were too ferocious to allow them to not get their own ways. Aragon had hated Anne for that courage. And two had been murdered for it; two had been cast aside; another two had suffered greatly. Because Anne had tried too hard, and Catherine hadn’t tried enough. She blamed them both.

They had sat embraced for hours. Maria would tell her happier stories, primarily of her goddaughter’s success. The pride and a deep fondness from the tales had calmed her. Catherine was sure she had fallen asleep at one point; it had all felt like only a few minutes, even when Maria told her the time by looking at the clock on her wrist. The queen remembered, amused, the way she flinched the first time she saw her do that, clutching her rosary to her chest in fear. To her own surprise, however, she had become quite fond of the little contraption. She would fiddle for hours with its chain and its settings, falling in love with its colour (that she would later be told was ‘rose gold’). She became infatuated with a piercing Maria had in her eyebrow, as well. She didn’t fully understand it but it looked pretty all the same. She stared at that glinting piece of metal, her head still on the girl’s shoulder, while she asked her next question:

“Is this where we will live?”

Maria shook her head softly and Catherine felt relieved. Though blankets, food, pillows and books had been brought, the chapel wasn’t exactly comfortable to live in.

At first, Catherine had felt much trepidation at the thought of seeing the outside world. But after days in the chapel, only hearing of the glorious new century and not actually seeing much of it (barring Maria’s fashion and the odd way she spoke), she was quite eager to do something. Maria told her about the flat she shared with three other ladies. She revealed that their plan had been to keep the queens into their respective ladies’ rooms until they had grown as accustomed as they could, before ultimately introducing the queens to each other one by one. The two latest queens- Howard and Parr- resided with Lucy and Toby a short distance away. Catherine had been kept in a chapel so that she might feel more comfortable, although this plan meant that she would eventually have to travel through London.

Catherine hummed softly at the end of the explanation. Neither were quite sure if it was acceptance or approval, but Maria took it as a good thing that Catherine was willing to meet the others nonetheless. She understood Catherine’s restlessness (and was admittedly quite bored as well), and within the hour they had gathered their few belongings and were walking out the chapel doors.

#six the musical fanfic #six the musical #catherine of aragon #maria de salinas #for five more minutes

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reddogf13 · 5 years

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Covenant Ch: 1

summery: They did it, IT was left to die alone in the tunnels under Derry. months have passed and the losers thrived after what seems to feel like a curse lifting off the town. if only Beverly had not decided to make a last minute deal with IT on its death bed. will her choice to let IT live destroy all that she holds dear?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore

next chap: Covenant ch:2

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~ch: 1 do we have a deal?~

After all they'd been through. What the clown put them through. They were all on the brink of finishing it. Hit after hit avoiding the chomping, drooling, jaws of IT. The twisted forms it made to desperately scare them back. The losers club had it surrounded in a circle ready to attack as it spat out the ridged iron bar Beverly had shoved down its throat.

It was beaten down ragged. Seemingly have nothing left to throw at the children. They thought IT was finished. IT had to retreat if it wanted to live and must know that, but they were wrong.

IT hissed and wheezed before letting out a deep inhuman growl. ITs body growing in loud cracks with the silver clown costume shredding apart to fall in bits to the floor. The while skin turning to hardened scales. Multiple fiery glowing eyes appearing with twisted otherworldly pupils. Jaws stretching to multiple rows extending out. Stretching itself out to sprout more and more limbs upon its body.

The losers returned to each others side at ITs growing length. Avoiding the possibility of being separated by its long sharp scaled tail ending in a pair of crushing pincers.

IT laughed at the covering losers under its 15ft foot height. 8 fiery glowing eyes staring down into their very souls. Below them was a large grin of jagged teeth layered up inside its long snout. Its red mouth marking remaining along its lips to cross by a pair of its eyes. Hard jagged layered scales circling at its neck resembling the once ruffled lace collar.

“aww, what's wrong?” IT laughed down to the small prey in a deep echoing booming voice. Sounding as if two voices were speaking. a low pitch and a high pitch warping together as one.

Stretching a wide grin of uneven drool dripping teeth.“not having fun anymore?” stepping closer on long slender spider limbs. Followed by the multiple crawling centipede ones tapping at the stone floor. Stopping to let out a snarling wheeze over them all. A wave of its rotten breath hitting them into wincing away for a moment.

One that IT took its chance on. Lunging its wide jaws at them in a deafening roar. Missing all of them leaping out of the way to safety. IT smashing right into a large wall so hard it crack off the concrete. Chunks falling off the broken wall to collect at the floor in piles. IT letting out a groaning growl to shake off the concrete crumbling over it. Turning to face the losers now attempting to beat it down again with no success. ITs new scaled hide being far too tough to be messed by all the losers weapons. They may as well have been ants beating a armored tank with what little harm they caused.

IT lunged toward Bill, who was the closest, with a loud snap of its jaws missing their fleeing target. Hissing out a wheeze toward the reassembling group. ITs once confident gate now struggling to shift itself around. Heavily breathing toward them as if its lungs had popped under all the stress. The powerful movements of its tail turning into an unhelpful weight on struggling legs.

“who's wheezing now clown?!” Eddie shouted from within the losers close group. “Wished you had an inhaler now, don't cha!”

The large otherworldly creature hissing aggressively into a forward step toward them. Limbs shaking to finally collapse entirely onto the stone. The losers all watching it carefully for any possible tricks. IT hissing and growling from its spot. Jaws threateningly agape toward the group caught by mike as hiding something else.

“i think ITs dying.” mike whispered to the group. Bill glancing over his shoulder to him.

“how do you know?” asking without fully taking his eyes off IT.

“we had to hunt coyotes on the farm that were killing sheep. they would act just like this when cornered, desperate, at the end of their rope in traps. Mouth wide open, lots of snapping and noises to try and get us to leave them alone. They couldn't even move when we found them like that. I think ITs used up the last of its energy.” explaining similar situations on their family farm.

“what if it's a trick?” skeptical of the massive creature known for hiding its true self.

Ben spoke up. “what can we do if its not? None of our hits are doing anything. Not even a dent.”

Stanley spoke up next. “i am not staying down here for hours to maybe watch IT die. I definitely won't be coming back once we leave.” fidgeting to fix his ruffled clothes.

“this might do it!” Richie shouted in flinging his bat flying to smack against ITs face. Bouncing off to land not too far off to ITs side. IT letting out a growl and nothing more at the attack. Richie stepping away from the group despite protests. Arms pulled off his shirt with a hop away from the others concerned reach.

The losers watching him slowly approach it. Beverly breaking off soon after to follow right behind him. Walking by under ITs glaring eyes right up to the thrown bat. Richie firmly taking the leather wrapped metal handle into hand.

IT lunging toward them scaring them back a few steps. Stopping at realizing IT was unable to get a full on lunge. More of a quick snap toward the air in front of them. Nowhere near close to actually reaching them. The two calmly walking back to rejoin the group in full confidence mike was right.

“ IT can't do anything.” Beverly announcing to both the losers and IT. Bill nodding to them all that they had reached their goal of finishing it, for the most part.

“so what do we do with IT?” mike looking to bill for an answer.

“like Ben said. N-n-nothing we can do if we can't hurt it now. We leave, wait IT out, till it starves.” speaking the last part louder toward the struggling creature working on just breathing.

“we'll all – most of us will come and c-c-check later to see if its died yet.” speaking to the group. They all gave it one last glare as they walked toward the exit.

IT wheezed in a huge breath to snarl. “where are you all going?! Too afraid to face me?! I'll come back! I'll devour you all! You're all meat ready to be devoured!” IT roared after them from its fallen place. Even far down the tunnels the losers could hear its struggled wheezing for air.

Eddie took a deep breath of air once outside the drainage pipe. “finally, fresh air!” facing with arms raised toward the warm inviting sun.

“you said it.” Stan agreed. Taking up some river water to wash ITs slimy drool off his face.

“whelp, there goes all of our summer! Fuckin here comes school! We should go back and demand that clown to refund our summer!” Richie shouted. Everyone slouching for a moment at the reminder of school. As if they haven't have been through enough stress.

“hopefully I'll still be going to school.” Beverly mumbled.

“why? Are you running away?” Ben asking her bringing the attention of everyone else on her.

“i might have to or else I might be heading to juvenile hall. Before IT grabbed me I got into a fight with my dad. Bashed his head in with the toilet cover. I don't know If he's alive or not.”

“we can help hide you.” bill offered.

“where?! In the haystacks of mike's barn?!” Richie exclaimed. Getting a glare from bill.

“no, I plan to call my aunt who lives in the RV park. I think she'll help.” swallowing nervously at the thought of what she would even say.

“i also gotta get back to my mom. She must be freaking out since I ran off to help. I'll be lucky if there aren't cops at my house.” Eddie panicked. Shuffling out his inhaler for a breath of medication.

“go home and update later?” bill looked to everyone. Getting nods mixed with yes's. Everyone splitting off in their own way home.

The remaining vacation days sped by for them all. After the battle with IT the losers discovered Henry had survived with some massive mental trauma. Being found around the many dead bodies of other children washed out of the sewers. Arrested on the spot to be later put on trial for all the murders IT had done that summer. His case eventually settled on him being mentally unfit. Sent off to be held in a mental hospital for life.

Beverly, after calling her aunt for help, was investigated by police. Opening up a whole different case with CPS at hearing her reasons of defense. Unfortunately, upon investigation of the house her father was missing. The police having no luck in finding his whereabouts either. Setting out a warrant for him to be arrested on sight to be brought in for questioning. After everything was as settled as it could be, Beverly was placed in her aunts care.

Eddie of course was grounded for forever by his mother or until he moved out. Richie helping to bring Eddie news from the outside world. Convincing him now and again to sneak out. Ben, bill, and Stan helping as well by bringing snacks he wasn't allowed. All playing together or walking the long trip over to Beverly's new home. Where she seemed much happier to be.

School had started up again for them all. Freely hanging out with each other now on the grounds. No worries of the bowers gang spotting them. Things were looking much brighter and IT being almost completely forgotten. The traumas they all faced seeming to be healing on their own while days passed.

All except for Beverlys.

Her problems had stayed open wounds, always had been. The boys feared the clown, who was now gone. Her father and those horrible rumors still haunted her. Still being reminded she was the school slut by Greta Keene on a daily basis. The richest girl in Derry who mocked all the losers, because they weren't like her. Kids whose families didn't have a penny to their name. Throwing trash onto Beverly in the bathroom. Being so cruel as to write loser across Eddies cast. Beverly caught her cruel attention the most out of the group. Spreading rumors to every boy she could that Beverly was an easy lay.

The guys trying their best to help her over these rumors, but there was only so much they could do. Further rumors starting up of why she was friends with all the guys. After some kid talked about seeing them all exiting the sewers after that big fight with IT. Greta took her chance to spread a really nasty rumor. Claiming that Beverly had, had an orgy with them all down there. Beverly's problems were all rooted in everyday life, not from the clowns involvement. She overcame IT, but was he really an obstacle for her?

She was never afraid of IT, never afraid to rush in and face IT. To face death itself no matter how painful it could be. Maybe this is why she wanted to build things up instead of tearing them down. To leave something behind and be remembered for something greater than “the town slut.”

for now she held nothing more than a high grade record. Taking it all day by day without much further thought to it.

Until one sunny bright day, on the 18th of September.

walking her way home from school she looked down at a childs chalk drawing of a turtle colored across the sidewalk. The child chalk art stretching up the bridges wood railing as sketches of kelp. Surrounded in brightly colored various fish. Having her gaze lead to the flowing river below. Reminding her of the water drain which then reminded her of IT.

“none of us have checked in for a few months. It has to be dead by now.” thinking as she looked at the running water. some part of her urging her to go check without giving a second thought to the danger she was walking in on alone.

Scaling down the rocky hill from the bridge road. Walking along the rocky river shore under the shade of multiple branches. Stopping at the dark drainage pipe entrance to push aside thick grown over roots of trees. Carefully traversing the dark pipe maze to the center. Approaching out into the large clearing of ITs nest. The massive tower of junk mixed toys having toppled over at some point. Half the hoard scattered far across the stone. The large skylight above, now cleared of the blocking horde, was now gracing the room in a glowing light. Giving a less feeling of gloomy death lingering.

Noticing right away, more importantly, that IT had somehow moved from where it was to halfway be inside its nest. White scaled tail brightly lit under the falling sunlight. Blending past the run down wagons entrance into the darkness concealing the rest of IT. Concern hopping into the back of her mind on what else IT could have accomplished. Brushing it off at remembering how ITs condition was the last time. Being barely able to breath, stand, or move at all. How long exactly could it have taken IT to move over this measly space? A week, a month, or this entire time to get only this far in the nest?

Walking over as quiet as she could in listening for its breathing. Neither hearing or seeing its body move to inhale. Not even a twitch at her approach.

“dead?” thinking at the sight as she cautiously climbed up to the entrance. The back of the wagon pushed down to reveal the inner core of the pile. It was hallow all the way up to the top that now had light pooling in where the fallen half used to cover. Stopping herself from studying the pile she looked back down over the coiling insect body before her.

Tracking it's body to find it's head as quickly as possible. Finding the other half of its body twisting over to slip underneath the rotten wagon down into a hidden hole.

“didn't see this.” peering down into the hole getting just enough light pooling in to see the outlined shape of IT. Mainly scanning where the head of him was resting. The bright red marking of ITs face almost a glowing beacon under light. Coiled up at the bottom on the half of its long body it managed to get down.

Scanning over the wall down she could see the rough wall was going down into an easily climbable slope. Taking a deep breath as she slipped down into the hole. Climbing down to the bottom to look over IT in absolute silence. Not daring to say anything as she did another scan over the still child eater.

Taking a moment of curiosity to study ITs features up close. The light grey skin covered in various splotches of darkening grey. The multiple centipede like legs bearing a dark purple color that could almost count as black. Praying mantis like arms having the same color covered in dark forward facing spikes. One being spread to show itself as a hidden hand over a giant lone claw the other stayed as. Large long antennas on its head bearing an appearance to horns if only they weren't so limp against is head at the moment.

ITs snout having six nostrils resembling heat pits a large snake would have. Eyes were all closed, but a better description would be missing. Unable to see any eyelid seams where the eyes would open. Following the head was its white jagged scales lined in black down to its first pair of legs. That were then followed by 3 more pairs of lengthy spider legs totaling them up to 8. excluding all the smaller centipede legs lining down its body. Counting out a quick 19 from what she could see, possibly being three times that.

Reaching a hand out to touch the unmoving creature. Feeling its smooth scaled body before it lunged up to snap toward her without warning. Startling Beverly back into standing away from IT. watching its eyes appear through opening seams that certainly weren't there before. aiming the glowing gaze of each eye toward her in a wheeze. Clacking its jaws together in some threatening show that it could still bite.

“what are you doing here?!” IT hissed. “come to finish the job? Or to mock me on my deathbed?!” wheezing afterwards.

Beverly thought about not answering at first. “No.” Simply answering the creature. Despite what IT did, She didn't come to kick IT while it was down. Not feeling herself to be so cruel despite knowing IT wouldn't do the same for her.

Bearing its teeth in opening its jaws a little wider showing off that burning orange light seeping from its throat. Beverly looked away from the burning light, even if it was barely enough to glow she could still feel a harsh heat off it. She wasn't taking the risk of being under the dead lights effects a 2nd time.

“then piss off!” hissing aggressively at her. She sighed in ignoring it's aggressive attitude. Looking up from where she came from.

Gazing back down at the whole room like area with a question coming to mind. “Why is this here?”

“... Did you just make this for your grave?” Asking the hissing bug laying not too far.

“No! Not while you keep disturbing me! Got nothing better to do then gawk at me? Go fuck off and choke on a cock!” Snapping at her in more aggressive vulgar language. Not phasing Beverly as she had heard it all. Every insult possible about her being a whore in some way.

Brushing off the insult to think over this area again. “IT wouldn't have enough energy to make this. It must be old, but why build it? Seems unnecessary with all the tunnels to hide in. then there's the, what used to be, huge tower of things.”

“The walls must be very fascinating. Gonna fuck them too?” Hissing at her in a tone building more irritated each time.

“What's this room for?” Outright asking.

“None of your snot nosed business cock sucker!” Roaring at her now as Beverly expressed further interest in the hidden room.

“Hiding something.” Confirming to herself in thought. Walking around in exploring the area making IT even more agitated. Snapping at the air in an empty threat of clacking teeth. Body twitching in trying to move at least a little. Letting out another deep hiss that turned into a weak wheeze for air. Staring Beverly down as she headed toward a particular area.

Approaching the area had her wincing under a rotten stench. Anxious that IT possibly had a hidden stash of rotten food down here she pushed forward. Noticing ITs furthering agitated behavior when she did. Coming up around to a small crevice in the wall where the scent was most strong. Looking inside to see weird looking globs clustered together in light webbing. Reaching to grab one for a closer look had her stopped by IT screeching.

“DON'T TOUCH THEM!” The loud shriek requiring all of the air in ITs lungs. Wheezing deeply following the massive outburst.

Looking from IT back toward the orbs. Only looking at them closer instead of touching. Figuring out from it's reaction that they had to be eggs, but none of them looked well.

Parts of the clutch shriveled up like grapes from what used to be a smooth teardrop shape. from what Beverly guessed by other, more full, leaking eggs. Almost all of them split open in some way to leak a thick green slime. The source of the rotting smell that flowed all down to the floor in a disgusting sticky pool. After accidentally stepping into the slime she winced while moving away. The rotten muck stretched off the bottom of her moving shoe.

“Are they ... all gone?” Asking IT at the sight of them. Doing her best to be somewhat considerate of asking if they were dead.

“All because of you filthy brats!” Wheezing after still not having caught up on air. “You ruined my hunts! I couldn't feed them! I should have finished you all off in that house! Have them feast on your pathetic skins!” Ranting at her with a look of wanting to say a lot more, but didn't have the air to.

It would be a lie for Beverly to say she didn't feel bad. Unintentionally killing all of ITs kids, but then again who knows how they would have turned out. Their hatching leading to the devouring of children spiking to extremes. Spreading to other towns nearby like a plague. Perhaps, like people, they could have also developed their own personalities not based on their … mothers? No way of possibly knowing now.

A twinge of guilt increasing at connecting the fact IT had crawled over to die next to it's already dead brood. Did it all really have to end this way? Could something be changed for the sake of everyone's future?

“I am sorry.” She apologized.

“Sorry?! You little fuckers will be sorry!” Roaring again on what little air it wheezed in.

“ … Yelling won't change anything. ... Do you want help?” Watching it huff over her question.

“ help?! What help are you?! Why bother helping me at all?!” Questioning her as if the offering was a trap. “you can help me by feeding me your limbs!”

“I am tired, i am sure Derry is tired, of all the deaths around here. So, maybe, we can make a deal?” Getting another wheezing huff from IT as if insulted

“Make a deal with you?! Gawh! Little worm! Are you so pea brained?! Make a deal with you? Hah! What a funny joke you’ve made! Why should i?! You don't know whom you speak to! I am an eater of worlds! A living nightmare that will never go away! I will devour you all like the pathetic prey you are! And you assume you are on the same step as me to offer any sort of deal?!” Laughing through a grin of jagged teeth.

“You were desperate enough to try making a deal over bill's life. I ain't the one on death's door laughing about being all powerful while having a wheeze ten times worse than Eddies.” Scoffing back at ITs mightier than thou attitude. Dropping the mighty grin off ITs face to growl through its bared teeth.

“why?” hissing at her. “why make deals? The universe made us to be enemies. It would be moronic of you to spare the one to cause your end.” a confused tone under all its wheezing.

“... a chance to change something for the better?” shrugging her shoulders slightly. “have something go right in Derry for once. Willing to be the one to take a chance. You don't want to die. Take your pick of reasons.” she being not so sure herself on why. Only going off her inner will to make things better somehow.

“Do you want a deal or not? I won't come back for any answer after i leave today.” Tone serious on her threat. ITs many eyes slowly closing to disappear one by one into its head. Not answering her as it contemplated.

“What's the deal?” IT mumbled out, barely understandable. Beverly giving her own pause of contemplation.

#It (2017)#pennywise #losers club #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #richie tozier #stanly uris #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #ben hascom #covenant ch 1

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queenofcats17 · 5 years

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Okay the last story was amazing! The funny stuff with the Searchers gave me a cool idea for Alice/Susie though! What if she’s mad at Sammy for all the silly messages that the Searchers write about her on the walls? I think it would be interesting to see her outlook on the Searchers and Lost Ones! Plus I bet that she blames Sammy for everything since he was the first person to become infected. (Though it wasn’t his fault.) because she seems pretty selfish. Sorry if this idea isn’t very good. 😅

I’m still sick and a little loopy, so this might not be great. But I like it.

The creature that had once been Susie Campbell didn’t sleep. Then again, it wasn’t as though ink creatures needed to sleep. But that wasn’t why she avoided closing her eyes for too long. When Alice slept, her dreams were haunted by visions of her past. Sometimes they were pleasant. Her and Sammy walking hand in hand through a park. Wally accidentally falling into Sammy’s office after listening at the door. Norman coming in with Wendy and the whole studio dropping everything to entertain her. But more often than not, what she saw was awful. The day she’d been infected was the one she saw most often.

When she came in that day, she heard screaming. This wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, but it seemed different this time. Despite her better judgment, Susie went to investigate the sounds. She hadn’t been in a particularly good place as of late, but she didn’t want to just stand by if someone was hurt. So, she followed the screams down to the Music Department. Her heart began to pound as she descended the stairs.

“Hello? Is everything alright?” She called out, continuing tentatively forward. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, something fell into her line of sight. It was Wally, beat up and with ink dripping from his mouth.

“Wally?” She gasped. His eyes snapped up to meet hers, wide and frantic.

“Run.”

“What-?”

“RUN!” Wally yelled. It took her a moment to fully process these words and Wally’s state, and that moment was enough for Sammy to find her. As she turned to flee, she felt someone grab her arm. She looked back to see Sammy hold fast to her upper arm. He looked…wrong. There was ink in his hair, on his skin, soaked into his clothes. It almost seemed to be a part of him. And his eyes…They were uniform circles of golden light.

“Sammy?” She whispered. He growled, nails digging into her skin.

“Let her go!” Wally latched himself onto Sammy’s leg, trying to pull him back. Sammy’s attention was briefly drawn away by this, allowing Susie to wrench herself free and run. In the process, though, Sammy’s nails dragged across her flesh, leaving deep scores already festering with black ink. Her mind was racing. Sammy had gone crazy! She had to get help, had to find someone. For some reason, she found her feet taking her to Joey’s office. She didn’t know why she’d thought he’d help, but she stumbled into his office all the same.

“Mr. Drew! Something’s wrong!” She was on the verge of tears. “Sammy’s gone crazy! You have to help!” Joey sat at his desk, hands folded, looking completely calm.

“There’s no need to worry,” he said, smiling brightly.

“Yes, there is!” Susie started to sob, clutching her arm. “He attacked me, Mr. Drew! He looked like a wild animal! Look what he…did…” She looked down at her arm and trailed off. The scratches had turned black, and the darkness was spreading up her arm. She looked back at Joey, her eyes wide. Joey was still smiling, although there was an edge to it now.

“Joey…What’s happening?” Her voice was small.

“Something that’s been a long time coming,” Joey said. His eyes almost seemed to be glowing red.

“Am I going to die?” It was getting hard to think now as the black ink oozed across her body. What was going to happen to her?

“Not precisely.” Joey waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. “Although, I imagine you would be unsatisfied with the form you’ll possess. I could help you if you like.”

“What is it? What do you want?” She wanted to survive. She had to survive.

“All you need to do is let me run a few experiments.” Joey got up, crossing the desk to stand before Susie. “What do you say?”

She’d said yes. Those experiments were also a reoccurring theme in her nightmares. She only half-remembered exactly what Joey had done, but she definitely remembered the pain. And in the end…None of the experiments had been worth it. She’d been a failure. She hadn’t been able to serve Joey’s goals, so he’d discarded her. She despised him for this. For making her into this monster and then just throwing her away.

He’d left her with an imperfect body and a ruined mind. Her emotions were all jumbled up, although her memories had for the most part remained. She wasn’t sure why she’d started calling herself Alice and trying to make herself ‘perfect’. Maybe it was because she already resembled Alice. Maybe she wanted to get back at Joey and prove that she was worth something.

At the very least, she could take comfort in the fact that she was neither a Searcher nor part of the hivemind. She tried to make herself feel better about her situation by looking down on the Searchers and the Lost Ones. She had a defined form. She knew who she was. They were nothing more than lost souls.

And she envied them more than anything.

No matter how hard she tried to make herself perfect, to become Alice Angel, she was still Susie Campbell. She was still trapped in a form that wasn’t her own, scared and confused and lonely. The Searchers and Lost Ones were in the same position, but they had each other. They had a community. A family.

They had Sammy.

She missed Sammy more than anything. Part of her blamed him for everything that had happened. He’d been the first one to be infected. But she still loved him. He’d always been there for her. Him and Wally. She wanted so badly to be a part of the family they’d created here. She didn’t want to be alone anymore.

The Searchers wrote things about her on the walls. They were never kind. They made fun of her, drawing pictures of her and writing silly insults. Given the way she terrorized them, it made sense. But it did hurt, knowing that she was the enemy of people Sammy cared about so much.

“No. I can’t think like that.” She told herself, shaking her head. “I’m better than them! I’m Alice Angel!” She was Alice Angel. Not Allison, her. Susie Campbell had been weak. She’d lost her role, she’d lost her self. She was Alice Angel. She was Alice Angel and she was going to be perfect. Then…Then everyone would love her. Then she would get her revenge on Joey.

For now, she was scrubbing some of the messages off the walls. They’d called her a meanie face and drawn a crude picture of her with her tongue out and stink lines coming from her head.

“That Lawrence.” She grumbled, scrubbing furiously at the drawing. “He needs to control his sheep!” When Sammy called the Lost Ones and Searchers his sheep, it was a pet name, comforting and soft. When Alice did it, it was derisive and insulting. That was all they were, after all. Just mindless sheep following the sweet words of a liar. She could hear them giggling out of sight.

“Come out you cowards!” She stood up, stamping her foot. “You’re old enough to know it’s rude to talk behind people’s backs!” The Searchers squealed, vanishing into the puddles.

“Such insolence.” She huffed before going back to scrubbing. The messages had been popping up with a frightening frequency. It was honestly rather distracting. She’d probably have to send a formal complaint to Sammy at some point. She had work to do! She couldn’t keep dropping everything to clean away the messages.

She did end up leaving a note on the door of his office. She knew full well she didn’t have the courage to confront him face to face, not with their history and how she’d been infected. But a note? She could do a note.

Lawrence,

Control your little sheep! They keep writing all over my walls and I can’t stand it anymore! Every day now I’ve had to stop my work to clean up their graffiti. Have them stop this at once!

-Alice Angel

She didn’t really know if it would do anything, but it felt good to at least lodge a complaint.

As she made her way down to the Music Department to put the note on his door, she felt a presence she hadn’t felt before. That was right…Henry was here now. Likely one of Joey’s pawns already.

“You should never have come back.” She muttered. She tacked the note onto Sammy’s door and retreated to her sanctuary.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim saudade au #fanfiction #susie campbell #alice angel #joey drew #sammy lawrence #wally franks

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