Pennywise And Beverly - Blog Posts

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You Die If You Try

Bev had done the impossible. She had taken out her father who was now lying dying on the bathroom floor. She was a brave soul after all.

It was time to end it all. Time to end her father's abuse. She had to protect herself.

She gasped looking down at his pathetic body on the bathroom floor, which one day ago was soaked with blood from the bathroom sink explosion.

She quietly and cautiously got out of the bathtub all the while keeping an eye on her father.

She was expecting him to pop up at any moment, or grab her foot and bring her down. It didn't happen

Al Marsh didn't move an inch and Bev couldn't hear him breathing.

It was almost unfathomable to comprehend that her father was going to rape her or even worse, kill her there and then.

And all because he had found a love poem to her in her underwear drawer.

What was he even doing in her underwear drawer anyway?

Bev sighed silently and turned around to leave the apartment.

Now she would have to go to the police and tell them what she had done. Surely they would know it was self-defense.

But then as soon as she turned around, her neck was caught in a massive hand. She glanced up and there holding her by her throat was the killer clown, Pennywise.

She went from the hands of one monster right into the hands of another.

"You," she gasped. She started to freak out and wanted to run out of the apartment. The clown held her in place, looking at her and he wasn't loosening his grip.

She put her hands on his wrist and began to struggle.

Pennywise looked from Bev to her father lying dead on the floor.

He dragged her closer to his mouth and smiled.

"You're quite a fighter," he giggled maliciously.

"Let go!" gasped Bev.

She tried to kick him in between his legs, but he stopped her from that trick.

"That might have worked on your daddy but not me," he seethed.

He let some of his drool land on Bev's face.

She gasped as the warm liquid fell on her cheek and dripped down to her neck.

"Come now. We can't keep the audience waiting. That would be rude," said Pennywise.

He dragged Bev forward again so that he had in her a headlock, dragging her, despite her resisting.

She clawed and scratched on the clown's arms, but nothing she did would stop him from dragging her out the previously padlocked door which was now broken in.

"Help!" she called out for someone, maybe a neighbor to help her.

Pennywise took his other hand and covered her mouth. He put pressure on her nose and mouth so that Bev couldn't breathe.

She gasped and mumbled, trying to get a breath in.

The fighting spirit she had towards the clown was slowly fading. She looked up at his amber eyes and saw there was no soul, no forgiveness and no mercy.

He smiled down at her, knowing she would be out cold soon.

"Now, now; Shush little kitten," purred Pennywise, stroking her hair, like he would a cat.

Bev's muffled screams went unnoticed until she was losing breath. She started to see stars in front of her eyes and soon enough, she succumb to the darkness.

She had fainted from lack of oxygen.

"That's better," mumbled Pennywise.

Pennywise placed her down on the couch and went back to the bathroom.

He kneeled down near Al.

He let his gloved hand play in the blood that had poured out of his head from Bev's attack.

"I'm feeling a little Picasso today," he said. He giggled uncontrollably with glee and excitement.

He looked back to the living room.

He knew that if had taken the girl, the boys would follow her to wherever she would be.

That's what made her the perfect bait.

It's always the damsel in distress that brought the knights in shining armor to where he wanted them to come.

Standing up to his full height, Pennywise walked back to Bev's room and left a message on the wall.

He knew the boys would find it sooner or later.