Chapter Sixteen:
"We Should've Just Left."
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"Heather!" A voice called out, followed by loud banging on her door.

Heather groaned at the sound of him. He was disturbing her meal.

"O-O-Open the d-door!" The banging continued.

Heather grunted as she pushed back her chair and walked over to the door.

"Shut up, my dad's asleep." Heather crossed her arms. Her eyes softened when she saw Bill wearing her jacket.

The loser's stood behind him, minus Beverly.

"Is this some kind of intervention or some shit? What? Do you think I'm on drugs?" Heather scoffed, leaning against the door frame. "Newsflash! Marijuana isn't a drug."

Bill furrowed his eyebrows, "Y-You s-s-sm-smoke marijuana?"

Heather straightened her back, crossing her arms. "No."

"U-Um.. okay.."

"Anyway, what do you want. And where's Beverly? Heard you walked her home." Heather crossed her arms and looked Bill up and down.

"I'm sorry." Bill apologized, "For everything."

Heather nodded, "It's okay. So, uh, is my house like the new gathering spot or some shit? Because, I can guarantee you, it's not a good id-"

"Beverly's missing." Mike interrupted. "And we have to go get her."

An overwhelming sense of dread filled Heather's body as her mouth fell open. "Oh.. let's go get her."

Heather stepped forward, Bill blushing at their close proximity.

Heather clicked her tongue as she walked down the stairs and picked up her bike from the grass. "Shall we? Gotta save that girl."

The boys quickly hopped onto their bikes and followed Bill's lead to the Neibolt house.

"This is scary as shit, you know. Like, what the fuck?" Heather shook her head as she stared up at it. "Sometimes I feel like none of this is even real."

Richie reached over and pinched her. "Ow, fuck off."

Bill rolled his eyes, intertwining his fingers with Heather's.

"Scared?" Heather asked, squeezing his hand tightly in hers.

"A l-l-little bit." He raised his free hand to gesture.

"Me too." Heather shrugged, "But don't worry, Bill. I'll protect you from the monsters."

Heather inhaled deeply as she stared up at the abandoned house. She shook her head, trying to reassure herself.

"Let's beat this bitch ass clown up, am I right?" Heather stepped forward, pulling Bill along with her.

As Bill pulled open the door, the realization hit her.

This was real. This whole situation.. and she was about to fight a clown.

Nerves suddenly flooded her as the floorboards creaked under her feet.

"Wait!" A voice called from behind, "I-I.. I can't do it."

The realness of the situation loomed over the group as they looked around in fear.

"Stan," Heather tried to smile comfortingly at him, "It's okay to be scared. We all are."

"S-Stan! We have to g-g-go." Bill said, going for the opposite reaction from Heather's. "B-B-Be-Beverly was right. If we s-sp-split up, that clown will kill us one by one. B-But if we s-st-stick together, all of, we'll win. I promise."

Stan didn't look convinced as he looked around and the decrepit house's interior. "I-I can't.."

"Yes, you can. You're strong. Plus, we're gonna need your wicked medical skills, doc." Heather responded, "You can do this, and we'll all be here."

"Guys, I really, really can't do this."

Richie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Dude, stop being a pussy."

"Watch it, Tozier. We're all about to fight a fucking clown that eats kids. He's allowed to be a little afraid."

"You can do this, man." Mike nodded, "We all believe in you."

Moments passed before Stan nodded, "O-Okay.. let's do this."

Heather nodded in confirmation, trying again to reassure herself that this was a good idea.

"This is a terrible idea." Heather muttered to herself as she ducked to avoid hitting a cohweb.

Heather's eyes trailed up the staircase, a shiver shooting down her spine when her eyes landed on the closet she was locked in.

"Scratch that, this is the worst idea in the history of ideas." Heather muttered, taking a step closer to Bill.

She didn't want to be here.

She didn't want to be here.

She didn't want to be here.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home and finish her food and then go to the bay with Bill.

She didn't want to fight a child eating crazed clown.

But, she put on a brave face for her friends. She didn't let the bone chilling fear she felt with each step closer to the well show.

Her feet carried her down the old, and definitely ready to break at any given moment, staircase.

Heather swallowed her vomit as the stench of decomposing bodies entered her nose.

"Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie asked as Heather peered over the edge of the well.

"I wouldn't make a wish in that fucking thing." Eddie shook his head, gripping the flashlight he held in his right hand tighter.

"I can't even see the bottom.." Heather leaned on the edge of the well.

"Beverly?" Ben shouted, earning no response but his own echo.

"How the fuck are we supposed to get from here to down there? I'm not fuckin' rock climbing down."

"Yeah, me niether." Mike shook his head.

Heather looked around the room, looking for something to help.

"That's rope, it could be like, older than my fuckin' grandpa.. But it's better than nothing."

The group nodded in agreement as Mike handed his flashlight to Eddie so he could pick up the rope.

Richie made comments as Mike tied the rope into three different knots.

"Well, here we go. Right?" Heather said shakily as Mike tossed the rope over the lever and tied a forth knot.

"I think.. I think we're good." Mike said, tugging on the rope to make sure it would hold.

Bill let his hand slip from Heather's as he walked over to the well. He threw his leg over the side, hooking it around the rope.

Heather's heartbeat increased with worry as she watched her boyfriend disappear.

"I-I ma-made it!" Bill called up, earning a sigh of relief from Heather.

Heather looked down the well, taking the rope into her hands. "Okay, I got this. I got this. I got this."

She tossed the flashlight to Ben before hooking her left leg around the rope and slowly sliding down.

"Hope Bill's enjoying the view.. I certainly would." Richie joked, trying to lighten the situation. "No one? C'mon.. You losers can't tell me you wouldn't stare at that."

Heather rolled her eyes as Bill helped her into the hole in the wall.

"Thanks, babe." Heather said, kissing him on the cheek before handing the rope to the next person.

Richie appeared, followed by Stan, Eddie, and Ben. The area felt a little cramped, causing Heather to squeeze her eyes shut.

Sensing her discomfort, Bill took her hand in his and gave her a comforting squeeze. Heather glanced over at her boyfriend, smiling softly at him.

Once Mike was sure they had safely made it, he began to climb down.

"Mike?" Heather shouted up the well after hearing his scream. "Mike!"

"Mike!" Richie shouted from beside her.

Her friend's voices filled her ears as they called Mike's name.

"What the fuck?" Heather muttered, Henry Bowers, his face covered in blood, appearing in her vision.

The boy had a crazed look in his eyes, causing Heather to realize.. that he had finally snappee.

"Bowers! What are you doing?"

Henry smirked, short bursts of manic laughter leaving his mouth. He stared down at the seven. He raised his arm to the rope, giving it one firm yank.

"Get the rope!" Richie shouted, reaching forward to try and grab it, "Get it!"

Heather reached forward, but barely grabbed it as the rope slipped through her hand. "No, no, no, no, no!"

She winced looking down at the rope burn on her hand. "Ow, shit!"

Heather looked down at the escape route as it disappeared into the darkness.

Heather looked up at the sound of a commotion, cursing when she saw Mike hanging over the edge.

"I-I sh-sh-should get up there!" Bill pushed Heather into the wall as he looked for a way up.

"No! That's fucking crazy!" Heather scoffed.

"You're insane, Bill! With what?" Richie threw up his arms for emphasis.

"Watch out!" Stan shouted, causing Heather to back up. She narrowly missed being dragged down with Henry as his body fell past them.

The sound of his bones breaking would haunt her.

"Holy shit!" Richie gasped, his mouth agape.

"What the fuck? We just murdered a guy!" Heather hissed, "I mean.. we should've just left."

Bill looked at her with a frown as she spoke, "I-I know.."

"Mike?" Eddie poked his head out, peering out of the well.

"You good up there?"

"I'm okay.. it's okay." He said, resting the ammo of his gun on the side of the well momentarily.

"Mike-"

The sound of the ammo slipping off the stone filled her ears. "No!"

Heather tried to grab it, but she was seconds to late. "No.. no.. no.. N- Shit! Fuck.."

Heather felt her heart stop as the sound of the ammo hitting the bottom of the well echoed around them, as if it was taunting them.

"Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic."

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{ Word Count: 1583 }

{ A/n:  why did this suck so BAD IM SORRY }

{ Edited: Nah }