"Ew people still come here?" Angel's prissy voice complained of their chosen meeting place, expecting it to be the mall not the town library.
Luke rolled eyes, feet climbed stone steps towards the entry way. How did this chick become student president again? "Yes, if we want to find anything on Derry's history, all records should be here."
He held open the heavy metal door, allowing Angel to enter first like a gentleman.
She sighed dramatically, passing through. "Whatever Dork."
They walked directly to the main desk, a young girl with short sweetheart cherry blonde curls sat in boredom blowing pink gum.
"Ah Hi." Greeted Luke, earning indifferent eyes now place attention on him and off her phone. "Can you tell me where I can find records of Derry's history?" Asked the boy in a timid voice. Angel giggled behind at his awkwardness.
The bubblegum girl nodded head in wanted area. "Last row, to the back." Her tone matched expression.
Luke nodded before turning on heel with hurried speed, he was on a mission.
"Thank you." Angel said snobbishly, following the boy daintily.
Green eyes scanned down levels of each shelf, hunting down to lock on keywords prewritten in his brain. After a full night searching the internet without little to no sleep that came out as a waste he was desperate for answers. This whole situation, John, his sister, children vanishing, Derry itself felt very wrong.
And it all began after a simple phone call from Junia.
Angel watched around in prude disgust at the amount of built neglect and dust shelves and untouched books collected. "What exactly are we looking for again?"
The boy paused, and exhaled frustration before continuing his search, ignoring her. At such a pinnacle time, not smart to interrupt. He felt what was needed to settle constant unrest so near, a fingertip away.
It was.
"Found it." He called, voice sounded of relief as a hand pulled an old book between cobwebs. The cover titled 'History of Derry, Maine' in beautiful cursive writing. Luke's anxiety heightened, body tensed in shock as he was meet by pages of mass incidents that resulted in hundreds dying. Eighty-eight on Easter, One hundred and ten in a fire, Forty-six children gone due to a mass school shooting and the list goes on.
The girl noticed heavy pants and wide eyes from Luke, brown eyes shifted between him and the book. Head shook, believing he was being dramatic, ignorant to horrors. "Need your inhaler or something?" She taunted snobbishly.
He remained fixed on pages. "There is something wrong with this town."
"What isn't wrong with this stupid town." Angel fired back in attitude.
Luke groaned at her irritating single-mindedness. "No." He tilted the book for her to see and understand. "I mean there is something going on with the amount of mass deaths that happen."
A boney hand pulled black curls out of her face, leaning closer to glimpse what the boy was trying to indicate. "Oh... that's a lot."
"No kidding." He closed the text, more dust flew into sunlight, showing its time of being untouched. "Let's check-out and head to your place."
Angel raised a trimmed brow. "Mine? Why?" She regretted asking the question when their coloured eyes locked.
Greens of his carried no sorrow, only rage. "Because I can't take my parents not giving a fuck about losing two children."
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Two bodies positioned themselves at Junia's home. The day was nearly over, sky painted in pinks, oranges, purples and blues as sunlight began to shine elsewhere and make way for night.
Dimi paced the driveway in a horizontal line, thumb tapped 'dial' on his phone. It was call number ten and still ended with hearing her voice mail record. "Fuck, she's not answering shit." he cursed, fingers combed through untamed locks.
The other male stood with him dressed in jogging pants and matching sweater. Athletic fisek like a boxer, square jaw line, pale green eyes and caramel blond hair spiked back. "Dude, calm down, maybe she's just sleeping or something."
Dimi flashed his childhood friend an icy glare, it took him by surprise. "I fucking can't Nolan! Remember this is Giovanni's fault and you are just as guilty." He snapped with volume, unable to fathom why a person he thought of as a friend didn't understand his distraught.
"Okay okay chill." Hands went up, open fists and on the defense. "I get you're worried but you got to calm down man. You can't help by getting pissed off." he spoke with rationality.
Coloured eyes remained locked for over a few moments, Nolan believing to have gotten his friend to relax. Until Dimi thrust a hand deep into a pocket, familiar sound of keys jiggling followed their appearance.
"What are you doing?" Asked Nolan while a key was inserted and turned to unlock the house, he was completely shocked. "You have a fucking key to her house?" He asked in exaggeration of the other possessing such a significant symbol, questioning their relation supposedly labelled as friendship.
The door was pushed open and they rushed inside to avoid any further eyes of suspicion around the neighbourhood.
"Yeah." Dimi simply answered as if the new development to be nothing of major concern.
Nolan's muscle headed brain still attempted to process how a girl they all used to torment and tease captured not only his closest comrade but cousin as well. "Since when?"
"A few days ago." Dimi checked every room with quickened steps, not bothering to take shoes off in bad manners, the location and safety was far worth the intense lecture he would earn from Junia. He didn't care, she could scold him for hours or days, he just wanted to find her.
But nothing. Junia was nowhere in the house. That isn't what frightened Dimi, it was the fact her clothing and items from the opening night were not found. Meaning, she has gone missing.
"Fuck! Can this is any worse?" Cursed Dimi, trying best to hold back punching a deep hole into drywall.
Nolan definitely can do that. "Deb is going to have your ass Bro." He commented making the situation no better, reminding his friend of their real mission and motive to residing in Derry.
Dimi groaned. "Shut up! I know okay!" A hand rubbed his forehead, wondering how could he allow this to happen? They need her, only her. Without Junia, the plan is lost.
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Pennywise watched the sleeping girl in odd fascination. Never did he experience a human that could slumber like him, like the dead. As if eyes would remain concealed under lids and forever float in darkness. Until she began to exhibit signs of waking, he smiled wickedly, let the show commence.
Junia made noises, light hums and groans of agony, he started to like them. She tossed and turned, stomach feeling as if matches were lit inside and burning her throat. Lids parted briefly to no sunshine, only a dim cast of what seemed to be candle flames. The room, at least what she thought to be in, spun in twirls. Body consciously indentified softness under figure to be a bed, skin felt favourable coolness. She enjoyed a dip in temperature for sleep.
The girl, while gingerly regaining awareness, managed to roll in estimation to the mattress edge. A burning sensation traveled up her throat, lips parted wide to release acid flavoured vomit. Pants and coughs of disgust filled the space Junia soon began to realize was not her room.
Browns saw fingers gripped sheets of black and not blue. No more hard wood floor with a polished finish and clothes scattered, just raw strips lined tightly like a crate. Entire body shivered, the coolness she favoured now began unbearable and desired a hint of warmth. A clinging sound earned attention, senses focused and now being released from their unwilling haze.
Reality kicked in and so did fear she never experienced. Heart raced like it would burst through ribs, immense panic and instinct to flee trigged frantic leg movement. The clinging returned and with vengeance, an ankle felt restrained by a hard icy material, rendering her unable to run. Arms forced upper body using what little energy sleep had given. Eyes glanced down to understand reason for extreme lack of warmth was complete nakedness.
Junia panted in shock to see her full breasts were not concealed by fabric and left exposed, scanning lower to find favourite black panties had disappeared as well. Leaving her imperfect body so vulnerable to anyone or thing.
"Finally~ Little Junia is awake." Chortled deathly sinister giggles echoed in what she comprehended to be an old train crate. The girl sighted at the other end, standing with a wide grin and drenched chin from never ending drool, Pennywise. Gold blazed so brightly, it could challenge the single candle for domination.
"Did you have a good rest?" The clown taunted, massive head tilted inhumanly.
She parted lips but throat tasted acidy and caused voice to crack. "W-Where am I?"
He chuckled darkly, matching his expression the shadows casted, gloved fingers curled around links of steel chains unnoticed. "Does that really matter when you're obviously trapped?" Pennywise tugged her restrains with incredible strength, forcing the girl to revert attention on surging pain around her ankle.
Junia cried out, feeling metal slice into flesh. He inhaled delicious licks of fright and crimson. Their bodies now inches part instead of feet. Chest rose and fell rapidly, he enjoyed the display, enjoyed how frail she appeared under him. It heightened already raging hardness and she felt it.
"But...Didn't you want to wa-wait?" Junia wasted breath, there is no way to discuss what is already decided.
Pennywise climbed onto the mattress knee first. "You have this little game all wrong Junia, there is no waiting or prolonging." Voice was squeaky and threatening, gloved hand released chains to roughly part Junia's legs by the knees, spreading her exclusively for him.
More strands of saliva dripped, appreciating the hygienic choice of removing private body hairs, it allowed lewd details to be visible. He licked already wet lips, accompanied by slurp noises and more chilling laughter. "There is only want, and what I want is to defile your virgin body. Wreck it into nothing, over and over until I am satisfied and won't stop for anything less."
The clown pulled Junia flush against him in a fast tug by her thighs, very vividly against her bare skin was hardness felt through his dingy attire. Provoking indecent aroused heat so intense a burning sensation in her throat was developed, a sickly feeling boiled in stomach. Round brown eyes looked up at Pennywise, hands on either side clawed desperately into sheets. Gold filled with something she had not yet witness in them, glazed over with clouded lustful desire.
How the sight of a trembling Junia induced raging throbs and an urge to just fuck the days away is a pheromone beyond his reasoning. "You're the main course and I am going to enjoy having my wicked way very very much."