Ayo real sorry about this, but I rewrote a little part of the last part, so uhhh I'm sorry you might wanna look over again just to double check

Also, since I hit 50 chapters, I'm gonna add names for each one now

⚠ Dan (abuse, mention of guns, mention of death, blood, PAIN AND ANGST) ⚠

*Richie's POV*

I opened my eyes, a horrible headache overtaking my senses. I couldn't tell where I was, but it was really dark. I could still see the faint outline of Eddie and Dr. Summers. There was someone else too, but I couldn't tell who it was.

Suddenly, the unknown person woke up. They started freaking out and I could tell that they were getting a panic attack.

"Hey, y-you're ok. We're g-g-gonna be ok, t-try to take a d-deep breath." I whispered to them. "I'm R-Richie, I'm gonna h-help you through t-this, ok?"

"Richie?" The man asked.

"Wait...S-Stan?" I whisper-yelled. "Dan got y-you too?"

I could see Stan nod. "I was almost in my house, then he came up and he...he..." Stan's breathing picked up again.

"Stanny B-Boy, inhale for 4 s-seconds, ok? Hold i-it for 7 seconds a-a-nd let out for 8. That helps Eddie wh-when he gets p-panic attacks."

Stan nodded again and I could hear him trying the breathing exercise. This went on for another couple minutes before Dr. Summers started to wake up.

"Richie, is that you?"

"Y-yeah, it's me. N-next to you is my fr-friend, Stan. Stan, this i-is Dr. Summers."

"Richie," Summers laughed humorlessly. "We were just kidnapped. You can call me Annie."

"Hi Annie..." Stan whimpered. "You're a doctor?"

"Yep. I'm treating Richie and helping him with therapy."

"That's good..." Stan said. His voice sounded off. "Can you help me? I think something happened."

Stan fell over and I heard a splash once he hit the floor. I looked down and with my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, I could see what was under Stan.

A giant puddle of blood.

*Bev's POV*

Ben and I rushed up to Bill and Stan's front door, terrified. Stan can't be dead, he can't be.

I pounded on the front door until Bill opened it. His face was pale and tear stained. He looked scared and sad, but also...numb.

"There was a gun. Dan had a gun. And Stan was almost inside, he was almost in. And then...and then Dan hit him over the head with his gun. He passed out. I called 911. Then Dan shot him and carried him into the car. The police arrived. They were too late." Bill said all at once, his voice monotone.

Ben and I shared a nervous glance before hugging Bill tightly. His mask finally cracked, and he started shaking and sobbing.

"We'll find him. I'm sure he's alright, ok Bill? He'll be alright." I soothed.

Suddenly, Mike came in from the other room. He looked at Bill sadly before calling over someone from the room.

Emily and Ruby.

I shouldn't be thinking about this, especially right now. But damn, those girls are hot.

Emily was wearing a dark pink sweater and cropped jeans, while Ruby was wearing a black crop top, a flannel jacket, blue jeans and black boots. She had a protective hold over Emily, and Emily was shaking slightly.

I walked over to Emily and put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry too much, ok? We're gonna find them and everything will be ok."

Everything's gonna be ok.

••one hour later••

Everything's not ok.

"BEN, HELP ME! HEL-" I screamed before Dan put the gag back over my mouth.

"Don't bother crying," Dan grumbled. "You're already far far away from him, and all your other bitchy friends."

I couldn't see anything. Dan had put a blindfold over my eyes, but I could hear a door open.

"Guyyyys I got you a new friend!" Dan laughed.

"Fuck n-no!" I heard Richie yell. "I already told y-y-you, just hurt m-me. Let the others g-go. Stan n-needs to get t-to a hospital, just let th-them go!"

Richie started crying, probably feeling hopeless.

"Who'd you take?" Eddie whispered.

"You're favorite little slut." Dan growled and spat in my face. I felt him push me, and I fell down a flight of stairs.

"Bev!" Richie yelled. "Bev, y-you ok?"

I groaned and turned over, holding my stomach tightly.

"Fuck..." I muttered, wincing as I rolled over.

"Sweetie, can you try moving over here?" A lady next to Richie and Stan said. I scooted over to her, flinching and whimpering.

"My name's Annie, can you lay down for me?" The lady asked. I nodded and layed down in between her and Richie.

"Ok..." Annie said after a second. "You're bleeding a little bit from your head and your stomach."

I nodded and closed my eyes.

"Bev? Bev, y-you gotta stay a-awake." Richie said, his voice shaking. "Stan fell asleep, and now he won't wake up. I don't want to risk that for you too."

My eyes popped open and I looked over at Stan. His head drifted to the side and he was covered in blood. I bit back a sob at both that, and an overwhelming pain.

"He's not dead, right?" I asked, terrified. "Bill said he was dead... Bill's wrong. He has to be."

"Stan's still breathing," Eddie said, finally talking again. "He's still alive."

Eddie sniffled and turned away from us as much as he could. Richie sighed and turned to him.

"Eds, th-this isn't your f-f-fault." He said softly.

"You think it's your fault...?" I asked quietly. I could see Eddie nod. "It's not, I promise you. It's Dan's fault, not yours."

Eddie was about to say something when I felt another horrible pain in my stomach. I screamed loudly and started sobbing.

"Richie...look..." I heard Annie whisper. Richie and I both followed Annie's eyes down to the front of my pants, which were covered in blood.

I stared down in shock and fear. This was exactly what I was afraid of.

"The baby..." I sobbed quietly.