3rd Person

Y/n bolted down the hill, listening for the sound of Henry's gang. Wherever they were, Mike was with them.

Y/n came to a small ledge, and in front of her was Henry's gang and Mike. They were shoving Mike's face into a pile of ran meat.

The others appeared beside y/n, who looked like smoke could be coming out of her ears.

She threw a rock, hitting Henry. Henry, who hadn't noticed the group until just then, turned around.

"Well, if it ain't the slut and her little friends. You losers are trying too hard. She'll do you, you just gotta ask nicely."

Henry grabbed his crotch, and y/n lost all confidence she had before.

"Like I did."

Stan, picking up on his friend's loss of confidence, pelted another rock at Henry.

Rocks began being thrown between the two groups.

"ROCK WAR!" Richie yelled, but was immediately hit in the face right after.

He fell to the ground, bringing y/n down with him. He got back up, but y/n didn't move.

She couldn't.

What Henry had said... would they believe it? Would they abandon her? No. Not over that. Maybe over something else, though.

Y/n was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't see Mike splash across the water over to the losers.

Rocks were still being thrown as Mike came over to y/n. Y/n threw her arms around the boy, not caring about the rocks that were leaving bruises on her skin.

"Mike! What did they do to you? Are you hurt?"

Mike shook his head, and y/n held the boy tighter.

"I'm sorry. I should've been there for you."

A few more rocks were thrown, and soon, the group walked away from the war.

Except Richie.

"GO BLOW YOUR DAD YOU MULLET-WEARING ASSHOLE!"

He flipped Henry off, before joining the others.

°°°

"Thanks guys, but you shouldn't have done that, he'll be after you guys too now."

Y/n laughed, and Richie hid his glare. He didn't like how close y/n and Mike were.

"Bowers is always after us, Mikey."

Richie almost groaned at the nickname. He was jealous. But as if he would admit that.

"I guess that's one th-th-thing we all have in common."

Eddie came back, handing Richie an ice cream. There was a missing poster on the wall beside you.

It was Eddie Corcoran's poster. And right underneath it was Betty Ripsom's.

"It's like she's been f-f-f-forgotten becase Corcoran's missing."

It was true. The minute a new kid weant missing, the one before was always forgotten.

"Is it ever going to end?"

Y/n was about to speak, when she heard a horrible noise from behind the group.

Richie was trying to play some guys instrument.

"Richie Tozier, get your ass over here. Now."

Richie walked over, the way a child would after being denied something they wanted.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Y/n scoffed.

"What they always talk about."

Richie chuckled a bit.

"I actually think it will end, for a little while, at least."

Everyone turned to Ben. It was no suprise that he had the answers. That little dork.

"The Ironworks explosion in 1908. The Bradley gang in '35 and the Black Spot in '62."

They started to piece together the clues. And those who didn't, had Ben to quickly explain right after.

"I realized that this stuff seems to happen every 27 years."