"YOU," Ms. Kasbrak screeched, pointing to all seven losers accusingly while grasping the none fractured arm of Eddie. "You all did this, you know how delicate he is!" She bit out at them, pulling her son toward her car which sat parked by the sidewalk in front of their house.

   When they brought Eddie back to his house, Emily had quickly hidden her crossbow and machete in the bushes so Ms. Kasbrak would not catch sight of them. Lord only how she would have reacted had she seen a crossbow tied to Emily's back and a machete stuck to her leg.

   In the midst of everything, none of the losers were able to address Emily on why she had all those weapons or why she was dressed like the badass she was. However, they all knew that this was the secret she had been hiding. Despite being more than thankful that Emily had burst in the house when she had, they all could not help but feel a little betrayed at the fact that she was hiding something this big the whole time.

   Especially Richie. Yes, Richie understood that Emily was entitled to her secrets and it was probably none of his business, but at the same time, it was apparent Emily had known more about the clown than she was letting on. In both Richie and the others' minds, Emily should have told them when they started talking about the clown.

   "We were attacked, M-M-Miss K--" Bill tried to explain as Ms. Kasbrak opened the passenger's door to her car, Eddie getting in while clutching his arm.

   "NO!" She snapped as she shut the door to the car, turning her glare to Bill. "Don't try to blame this on anyone else!" She said while fumbling with her car keys which she accidentally dropped.

   Emily stood at the very back of the group, never having seen Ms. Kasbrak but having heard plenty of stories from the others on how overbearing and protective she was of Eddie. Not to mention the thousands of jokes Richie made of her weight.

   Emily, experiencing Ms. Kasbrak for the first time now understood what all the losers were talking about. She was quite a large woman and was also eerily protective of her son, so much so that she had taken to blaming his injury on his friends.

   Standing in her pink tracksuit (a fashion which made Emily want to vomit), Ms. K began bending down to try to collect the fallen car keys. Beverly who was standing just in front of them attempted to reach out and grab them for her, only for Ms. K to hold out her arm as if shielding herself from the Marsh girl.

   "GET BACK!" She hollered at Beverly with so much venom it made the red-head jump back.

   Snatching her keys from the sidewalk, Ms. Kasbrak leaned in toward Beverly, her hulking form towering over the poor girl. All the others watched with wide eyes, Eddie peering out from the window feeling guilt swirl in his chest with how his mother was treating his friends.

   "Oh, I've heard of you Miss Marsh," Ms. Kasbrak sneered down at Beverly. "And I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son." She had a look of pure repulse on etched on her face as she glared at Beverly whose expression saddened from the horrible insult.

   The other losers all felt anger at Ms. Kasbrak picking on Beverly like that, but none more than Emily who clenched her fist. However, the teenage girl swallowed her anger deciding that she should take a more responsible approach as she was the oldest (which was surprising as Emily is by no means responsible.)

   Stepping through her friends, Emily thought that maybe she could calm Ms. Kasbrak down as she tried to explain what happened.

   "Ms. Kasbrak--" Emily tried in a calm tone, but Ms. Kasbrak would hear none of it.

   "Who the hell are you?" Her eyes squinted in disgust as she took in what the girl was wearing. "You're taking in strays now?" That comment was directed at Bill, the boy's eyes only widening at the monster of a woman.

   "Ms. K, I s-s-swear--" Bill was cut off by a finger being jabbed in his direction.

"No! You are all monsters! All of you! Eddie is done with you! Do you hear? DONE!" She screamed before turning around walking to the driver's side of the car.

   All the losers watched in sadness as Eddie sat in the seat crying from both the loss of his friends and pain. His mother wasted no time in slamming on the pedal, the car flying forward as she drove her son to the ER.

   Everyone ran off the sidewalk and into the middle of the street watching as the car disappeared down the road.

   It was silent for a moment as Bill turned to his friends, determination in his gaze. "I saw the well, w-we know where it is, and next time w-we'll be better prepared." He told them, Emily having a heart attack at the thought of her friend's being within that monster's grasp again.

   "No!" Stanley yelled, his eyes wide as he looked to Bill as if he were crazy. "No next time, Bill, you're insane!" The curly-haired Jewish boy sniffled slightly at the end.

   "Why?" Beverly asked, looking around at them all. "We all know no one else is going to do anything!" Emily could feel a serious argument coming on.

"Well, it's apparently Emily's job to get rid of terrifying crap like that!" Everyone turned to Richie who was motioning to Emily. "Not that you're doing a very a good job by the way!" He glared at Emily who shrunk at the truth in his words. "Eddie was nearly killed and look at this motherfucker, he's leaking hamburger helper!" The glass-eyed kid pointed to Ben's still bleeding stomach.

   "Thanks for telling us about... you know... all this," Stan sarcastically bit at Emily, the girl only biting her lip in reply unsure on how to respond to it.

   "I'm sure she had a reason for not telling us!" Beverly was quick to come to her defense, remembering how just a few weeks ago Emily was the one to come to her defense in the bathroom.

   Everyone's eyes were suddenly trained on Emily expectantly, waiting for a reply.

   "What even is 'this'? Do you know what that clown-thing is? And why do you have so many guns?" It was Ben who fired the questions both upset that Emily hid this and curious about what it was.

   Feeling the pressure and tension building, Emily finally snapped. "I'm a fucking hunter, okay?" She threw her hands up.

   "And what the hell is a hunter?"

   Breathing in, Emily looked at each and every one of them. "I hunt the goddamn supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, demons, you name it and my family has probably killed it. My dad, brothers and me travel around the country and save people from these things. Saving people, hunting things. It's the family business, it's what my brothers and I are being raised to do."

   "You know how I told you my mother was dead, Richie?" Emily rose a brow as she looked to him, not waiting for a reply as she delved back into her story. "Well, she died when I was four from a demon attack on our house. The thing almost killed my little brother too, and it successfully burned our house down. My dad swore vengeance and since that day we've traveled around hunting things."

   "That clown-thing that attacked us, that's the reason I'm here. To kill it, but as you can tell I'm having a hard time. This thing isn't like any other supernatural monster, it's much more powerful. I didn't tell you guys because first of all, I wasn't sure whether or not you would believe me and second, it just would have been better that you hadn't known!" Emily finished, all the losers expressions different.

  Bill appeared to remain calm, Stan looked frightened, Ben was shocked, Mike didn't look that surprised, Beverly seemed to be nothing but understanding, and Richie, well Richie looked angry.

   "So what? After you killed that thing you were just going to leave? No explanation, no nothing, just disappear?" Richie's voice was tinged with hurt, his expression heartbroken as he looked at Emily.

   Emily rubbed the back of her neck in a guilty manner, her eyes downcast with sadness. That was all it took to answer Richie's question.

  Throwing his arms in the air, he shook his head. "I can't believe this!" He ground out. "You were just going to leave us, leave me!"

   "I'm sorry," That was all Emily was able to get out, and it was a weak apology at that. She didn't normally apologize for anything.

   "Where even is your family? Why weren't they with you?"

   Emily sighed, knowing the answer was not going to make Richie happy. "I don't know somewhere in Nebraska I think. I'm here by myself, I wanted to do this hunt alone."

   "What the hell? You think you can kill that thing by yourself, where the fuck are you even staying if you're by yourself!" Richie was livid at this point, he thought he had known Emily Winchester, but he was wrong.

   "The Derry Townhouse." She muttered, looking up to Richie who was scoffing. "I'm sorry." She said it again.

   "Well, sorry doesn't cut it, babe!" Richie screamed, his eyes glassy as he watched her.

   Beverly only stepped in between them, shaking her head. "This doesn't matter right now, what does matter is the fact that we can't just pretend it's going to go away. You said it yourself Ben, this thing comes back every twenty-seven years."

   "Fine! I'll be forty and far away from here." He was looking at Beverly. "I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too?" Ben fired.

   Beverly looked a little disappointed, the look making Ben's previous confidence sink. "Because I want to run toward something, not away!" She said it firmly, her eyes ghosting over all of the losers.

   "I'm sorry—who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Richie motioned toward Beverly in an almost accusing manner.

   Beverly gave him a deadpan look, flipping the boy off.

   "Richie..." Stan warned, now having caught hold of himself.

   "I'm just saying, let's face the facts, this is the real world! Georgie is dead! Stop trying to get us killed too!" Richie attempted to leave, starting to walk past Bill until Bill blocked his path.

   "Georgie's not dead!" Bill argued fiercely.

   Emily's chest heaved, the girl feeling sorry for Bill. Even if she was on his side, she knew that Georgie was probably dead. There was no way that monster would have kept the little boy alive.

   "You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself." This entire situation was too much for Richie to bear right now, he had to go home and think.

   He tried to walk away again only for Bill to stop him once again.

   "No, t-take it back!" He stammered, tears swimming in his eyes at the thought of his little brother actually being dead.

   At the thought of the truth that Bill did not want to face.

   "You're scared and w-we all are! But take it back!" Bill shoved Richie to try and make the person he considered his best friend listen to him.

   Richie in anger pushed Bill back, refusing to take back his words. Richie knew the truth hurt, but Bill had to face it sometime.

   With an anger of his own, Bill suddenly punched Richie across the face. Bill was a skinny boy and not very strong, so the punch did not physically hurt very much. However, the thought of his best friend punching him hurt even more than the physical assault.

   Mike and Stanley quickly helped up Richie, holding him back while Ben and Emily held Bill back. Both of them thrashed trying to get to each other, Richie yelling out curse words to Bill. Emily was easily holding the skinny boy back, but Mike and Stanley were having issues holding Richie back.

   "All of you, STOP!" Emily's voice cut through, irritation lacing her words.

   At the sound of her voice, Richie and Bill stopped trying to fight each other. Seeing that they were calm, Emily and Ben let go of Bill while Mike and Stan let go of Richie.

   "This is what it wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together when we hurt it, that's why we're still alive!" Beverly exclaimed, Emily, nodding in agreeance.

   "She's right," Emily stated firmly.

   "Yeah?" Richie scoffed, beginning to back away. "Well, I plan to keep it that way." Nothing more was said, Richie only giving Emily one last long glance before he turned walking toward his bike and rode away.

   Stan was right behind him with Ben following, all of them silent as they left. Mike was next, Beverly breathing out his name.

   "Mike, wait..."

   Mike turned around, shaking his head in an apologetic manner. "Guys, I can't do this. My grandad was right, I'm an outsider, and it's going to stay that way." He said sadly before turning to his bike and leaving as well.

   And then there were three. Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, and Emily Winchester were left standing in the street just in front of Eddie Kasbrak's house.

   Emily sniffled, quickly wiping a tear away before it even had the chance to fall. She didn't realize how much of an impact Richie Tozier had on her until he was gone. Nor did she realize how much she loved having friends until they all left as well.

   "I'm going to take care of this, okay," Emily said, Beverly and Bill, looking to her in alarm.

   "What? Emily, you can't go up against this thing on your own." Beverly argued, Emily, listening to none of it.

   "No, I've dilly-dallied long enough, I need to kill this thing before it causes even more heartbreak. This isn't my first hunt, I'll be fine." She said gently, smiling at their concern for her.

   "E-Emily, you said it y-y-yourself. This thing is m-more dangerous than anything you've g-g-gone against before. I d-don't want you to go, R-Richie wouldn't either." Bill argued, Emily, shaking her head.

   "No, you heard him, he doesn't care anymore."

   "He's just a-angry, trust me, h-he'll come around," Bill said, Emily only stepping toward him and handing him something.

   "It's fine you guys, I'll be fine, I always am." That was a lie, Emily did not know if she would be fine this time around. "But if you ever need help, I'm in room fifty on the third floor of the Derry Townhouse. In fact, here is an extra key." Beverly and Bill both looked at the blue key that Emily folded in Bill's hands.

   The unsaid message was clear. 'If you don't hear from me in a few days and I'm not in that room, come looking.'

   Bill nodded, tucking the key in his back pocket. "I understand, and you better be in that room if I ever come."

   None of them could have ever guessed the events that would turn up in the next week.