Emily practically flew down the road on her dirtbike, the engine roaring as she hurried to the apartment complex that Beverly Marsh resided in. She had gotten a phone call from Richie nearly ten minutes ago, the Tozier boy explaining that Beverly had said she had an emergency and all the losers had to come to her apartment immediately.

   Of course, Emily's mind went flew to the worse possible scenario and so she dropped everything she was doing at that moment to go to Beverly's.

   By the time Emily pulled up to the apartments, the boys had just gotten there and Beverly had barely made it down the stairs. The gang looked up at the familiar sound of their older friend's dirt bike, the losers coming face to face with Emily who came to a screeching halt just next to them.

   "I got here as fast as possible, what's going on?" The crazy-haired brunette asked, her eyes alight with worry.

   For as long as she could remember, Emily never really had friends outside her brothers. Being friends with the losers was all new territory, and she did not intend to lose any of them for any reason. Turning off the engine to her dirt bike, Emily shoved the key in her back pocket, not bothering to put it on its kickstand as she allowed it to fall to the dusty ground.

   "Are you trying to give me a boner, hot stuff?" She heard Richie mumble, something they all ignored; though a hint of a smile ghosted over Emily's lips at the words.

    After dinner last night, Emily hung out with Richie in the living room, both of them using that time to get to know a little more about each other. Richie was now able to say with confidence that Emily held a burning hate for marshmallows and a passionate love for double bacon cheeseburgers.

   Emily herself was able to say that Richie Tozier loved to do impressions and absolutely loathed anything to do with clowns.

   However, one thing that both of them were more than happy to agree with was that, in their opinion, classic rock was the best music of all time. Surprisingly, they found out that their music taste was nearly identical, the two talking about artists such as Lynard Skynard and AC/DC for hours.

   And after, Richie had suggested that they watch the Breakfast Club, only for the two young teenagers to make fun of the entire thing, claiming that it was the worst movie ever created. Of course, at the time they did not know this movie would become one of the most well-known and loved movies in the history of film.

   But to them, it would always be the first movie they ever watched together, and ultimately the movie they watched when they felt like hating on something.

   Once the movie was over, it was already midnight and Emily was forced to go back to the Derry Townhouse. Although, Richie was quite adamant of trying to convince her to have a sleepover with him, not that it worked as Emily had to get back to her room to start working on her case.

   "I need to show you all something," Beverly spoke to them all, the boys quickly dropping their bicycles next to Emily's dirt bike.

   Eddie rose a brow in confusion, looking to the short-haired redhead in concern. "What is it?" He asked.

   "More than what we saw at the quarry? I would love to see everything that's hiding underneath that flannel and those jeans, perky-tits." Richie said loudly, Emily sighing as the last part was directed at her and she knew it.

   Despite their fun last night, it only pushed Richie to try so much harder for her as he was now convinced that they were made for each other. And if Emily was being honest with herself, no guy other than Richie had ever been able to make her feel the things she felt, so she was not that opposed to the idea of actually being 'soulmates' (as he puts it) with him.

   "Shut up! Just shut up, Richie!" Eddie snapped, clearly annoyed with him before turning his attention back to Beverly who was wiping the palms of her hands against her long shorts nervously.

   Beverly easily ignored Richie's comments, biting her lip. "My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment." It was apparent to all of them that Beverly was extremely nervous to have them inside in fear of her father.

   Therefore, Bill took the initiative to nod, looking around at all of them. "W-We'll leave a lookout." Bill then motioned to Richie, knowing he was the brashest of them all and figured Beverly could use a break from his comments and Emily from his constant flirting (not that she was that bothered by it). "Richie, st-stay here." He said, just as him, the rest of the boys, Emily, and Beverly began making their way to the outside stairs to get up to Beverly's apartment.

   Beverly lived on the fourth floor of a six-floor apartment complex, a feature which she hated as she was not in the mood to climb four flights of stairs every single day.

   "Woah, Woah, Woah!" Richie yelled, his hands held out in vexation. This was time that could be spent with Emily which he was losing. "What if her dad comes back?" He asked, looking to them all for help.

   Emily bit her lip with humor, Stanley turning around with a deadpan set firmly on his face.

   "Do what you always do... start talking!"

  Emily laughed at Stan's words, following Beverly up the stairs along with the rest of the boys.

   "It is a gift..." Emily vaguely heard Richie's weak argument.

   The group didn't look around Beverly's small apartment, all of them only stopping outside the bathroom door.

   "In there." Beverly pointed toward the door, Emily furrowing her brows at the glowing red coming from underneath the door.

   "What is it?" Stan asked, Emily, being the first to lead them all toward the door, resting her hand against the cold doorknob.

   "You'll see..." Beverly replied, Emily, working up the courage to push it open.

   Slowly turning the knob, Emily and the boys were met with a sight that horrified each and every one of them. Even Emily who had seen a lot of bad in her short life had never seen something quite so terrifyingly disgusting.

   Blood splattered across each and every wall, dripping from the ceiling and soaking the floors. The mirrors were stained red, the once pristine tub ruined by the bright color. The window was unusable as now no one could anything except for blood.

    Red, red, red, red, red. The color was everywhere with nothing else.

   Red was previously a color which Emily liked, but now Emily did not think she would ever be able to look at it again.

   "I knew it!" Eddie gagged, looking as if he wanted to cry from all the blood.

   "You can see it?" Beverly asked hopefully, earning a nod from every single person in the group.

   "What happened in here?" Ben questioned, his eyes wide.

    The smell of blood lingered heavily within the air, the metallic scent overloading all the teens senses.

   "My dad couldn't see it, I thought I might be going crazy." Beverly was biting her lip, looking around her bathroom in with watery eyes.

   "Well if you're crazy..." Eddie started, only for Emily to finish his sentence while looking at him.

   "Then we're all crazy." She said it, both her and Eddie looking away from each other and back into the blood filled bathroom.

   "We c-can't leave it like this," Bill stated, beginning to walk forward followed by everyone else.

   The next hour was spent with sponges, water, washcloths, and soap. Lots of soap.

   All of the group worked together in cleaning the bathroom, making sure no crevice was left untouched. There was to be no sign of the blood ever even being there once the losers were finished.

    As Emily scrubbed the window, her thoughts revolved around what this monster could possibly be. It was obvious that this is what caused all the blood, meaning along with shapeshifting and teleporting, it also had some type of powerful magic. That only made it all the more dangerous.

   Emily was starting to have real doubts on whether or not she could handle this thing by herself. She had a feeling even if she was with her father and brothers as well, they would all still be having a hard time with this hunt, so Emily being by herself did nothing to help the situation.

   Now, it was possibly targeting Beverly, her only female friend. She did not like that, and if she had to suck up all her pride and call her family in to keep her friends safe, then she would. Whatever this thing was, it was dangerous, and it may need more than just herself and her family to take it down. They may need to call Bobby and few other hunters down as well to take this monster out.

   As she thought about her family, Emily's eyes suddenly widened when she remembered something. With one last wipe of the washcloth, the window Emily was cleaning was now clear as day.

   Turning around, Emily faced the others. "Hey, does anyone know what time it is?"

   Stanley looked down at his wristwatch. "12: 23," He answered, looking back up only to see Emily with wide eyes. "Is everything alright, Emily?" He questioned in concern, gaining the attention of the others.

   "Yeah, yeah, I just need to go!" The last time John Winchester called his daughter, he had told her that he would be calling again in three days at 12: 30 to check in on her.

   If Emily did not pick up when he called she would be in big trouble.

   With that thought, Emily scrambled away from the window, tossing her sponge at Bill who easily caught it. "Sorry, I'll catch up with you guys later!" Emily shouted, bolting out of the bathroom, hearing them all call for her.

   "Emily, wait--!" She ignored their worried voices, booking it downstairs.

   Richie's attention was caught by Emily running up to her dirtbike which was situated just in front of him. "Your ass looks great by the way." Emily lifted up her dirt bike, taking a second to hold up her middle finger at Richie in reply. "I love you too, sweetheart." He said with a large smile as Emily sat on the seat of the dirtbike, using the key to turn on the engine.

    "Hey, where are you going?" Richie asked in alarm when he realized that Emily was leaving.

   Revving the engine, Emily flashed him a nervous smile. "Uh... my dad needs me home for something." She made up the excuse on the spot, Richie nor any of the losers knowing that Emily was currently staying at the Derry Townhouse. "I'll catch up with you guys!" Emily exclaimed, using her legs to push the dirt bike forward, the small motorcycle quickly lurching to go as Emily began her desperate race against time.

   She had six minutes to be back in her motel room and answer the phone call that was inevitably about to come through. Can she make it in time? She wasn't sure, but she would sure as hell try.