A/N: So. This has been running in my head for a while, and... I decided to give it a shot.
Notes: Dialogue and Movie plot may not be exactly the same, first time making an IT fic, so...
Enjoy the first Chapter!
Chapter 1:
It was a rainy and gloomy day from outside the Denbrough's house.
However, that didn't stop an overly-active six-year old.
Georgie patiently doodled on the condensation on the window caused by the rain, forming a large smiley face, while Bill was focused on making a paper boat for this rainy occasion.
"Is it almost done, Bill?" Georgie asked.
"A-almost." Bill said as he worked on the finishing touches of the shape details. "Now I just need some w-wax from the cellar, and She'll f-f-float."
"Do I have to?" Georgie whined.
"Don't be a w-wuss. It's just down the stairs. If you f-feel so uncomfortable, take the Walkie Talkie. Th-then it'll be like I'm right next t-to you." Bill said, handing Georgie his talkie.
Georgie took the object, and sulkily left the room, heading for the cellar.
He was greeted by darkness, of course.
He tried to turn on the lights, but they didn't work.
"It's just down these steps. I can do this." Georgie spoke amongst himself, slowly taking the steps one by one.
When he reached the bottom, he searched the dark and scattered room for his item.
He always had bad feelings when he came down here, even more now that it was completely dark.
Georgie jumped when he thought he heard ruffling sounds somewhere deeper in the room.
"H-hello?" Georgie called out.
"I see you." A voice echoed throughout the room.
"Wh-who's there?" Georgie asked shakily.
"Right... Over... Here!"
Georgie let out a startled scream when two hands rested against his shoulders.
However, when he turned around, he recognized the form all too well.
"Emily! That's not funny!" Georgie complained.
"Your face though!" Emily laughed out loud.
"Imma tell Bill." Georgie said, his lower lip slightly sticking out in a pout.
"I'm not scared of Bill. I'm older, wiser, and stronger than him." Emily laughed, but finally decided to stop joking, "Okay. I'm sorry. Here, I think you were looking for this."
She handed him the can of wax that he had come looking for.
"Thanks!" Georgie beamed, seeming to have forgotten all about the incident.
Emily followed Georgie back out of the cellar, and into his older brother's room.
She watched from the doorway as Bill finished up Georgie's boat.
"There. She's done. S.S. Georgie is ready to set sail." Bill said, handing the completed object to Georgie.
"She?" Georgie asked, confused.
"Yeah. You call all boats She." Bill said, before focusing on Emily, "You gonna go watch him?"
Emily scoffed, "Why should I be the one to do it?"
"Because I'm..." Bill heaved a loud cough, "S-S-Sick."
"You know that doesn't work on me, r-r-right?" Emily mimicked his speech.
Bill gave her a stern 'shut up' look, but Georgie cut in.
"Pleeeeeease! We won't be out long." Georgie pleaded, using his innocent little doe eyes as persuasion.
Emily looked down at her little brother, her one weakness, was the look he was giving her right now.
Finally, she sighed, "Fine. Let me go get my coat."
"Yay!" Georgie's smile was back, before running to her, wrapping his small arms around her leg.
While the kid wasn't looking, Emily glared at the Middle Child, mouthing, 'You owe me.'
When Emily had finally gotten her purple raincoat, which looked identical to Georgie's, despite its color.
Georgie was out the door faster than she could even finish putting on the rest of her rain gear.
Emily was 17 years old, about to be 18 in a few days. She was the oldest of her siblings, which meant more responsibility.
Georgie may have been a childish brat at times, but in the end, there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
Bill, on the other hand. He was a great brother, but they weren't always on the best of terms.
"Emily! Are you coming!" Georgie apparently hadn't forgotten about her, poking his head in from the slightly left-open front door.
"Yeah. I'm coming." Emily said, before moving the hood up around her head, doing her best to shield her long black hair.
With that, she followed Georgie out into the pouring rain.
Was it just her, or had the storm gotten worse than before?
Emily decided to stay on the porch for a while as Georgie took off, seeming to find the deepest rain puddle, and setting down the boat.
She watched as he eagerly raced his boat down the street, dodging road-work signs as he did so.
Unfortunately, there was one sign he missed, which made him fall back into a deep puddle of water.
Emily scoffed, partially to cover her laugh, 'Klutz.' She muttered, before finally leaving the safety of the sheltered porch, off to her brother's aid.
However, as she made it down the stairs, she noticed he was already up and running again, but she continued to follow him, just to make sure he'd stay in her sights.
Georgie had all but forgotten about his sister, who was watching from afar, as he chased after his boat, losing pace with it.
To his surprise, he noticed the boat heading towards a dangerous location, a rain collector that led into the sewers.
"No!" Georgie called out, as if it would slow the boat down.
Unfortunately, it didn't, he barely reached the paper toy just as it fell down into the drain.
"Billy's gonna kill me." He said to himself as he dropped to his knees, in hopes to maybe catch his boat before it was too late.
It was dark. No sign of his toy.
Then, a dark silhouette appeared from within the dark sewers.
Georgie jumped in shock, but was soon only curious as to what someone would be doing down there.
"Hiya, Georgie." A voice to the form spoke.
Soon, a face slowly became clear to see, along with his lost toy.
"What a nice boat. Would you like it back?" The stranger asked.
"Um, yes, please." Georgie said, unsure but hopeful to get his toy back.
"You seem like a nice boy. You must have a lot of friends." The stranger continued.
"Just three. But Bill and Emily are my bestest." Georgie said, gradually growing comfortable to the conversation.
"Oh. Where are they?" The creature asked.
"Bill is sick, and Emily-"
"Georgie!" Emily's voice could be heard from a distance.
Georgie turned to the voice for a second, then back to the stranger, "I should get going now."
"Oh. Without your boat?" The creature reminded, holding the boat just a little closer to the surface of the drain. "Come on. Just take it."
Georgie grew wary again towards the tone.
"Georgie!" Emily was closer now, "What...-"
She trailed off as she could spot a barely visible form in the drain he was crouched down at.
Red flags and alarms were going through her body in an instant.
"Georgie! Get away from there!" She said sternly, walking even faster towards him.
"He has my boat, Em, his name is-"
That was as far as her kid brother got, before a hand shot out from the drain, snatching Georgie's and pulling him down into the darkness.
"No!" Emily screamed, running through the heavy running flood waters.
Despite the adrenaline, she still wasn't moving fast enough, so, she used the water to her advantage, and lunged the remainder of the distance.
Miraculously, she slid far enough to be able to grasp Georgie's free hand, who's form was already halfway into the sewers by now.
Emily nearly lost her grip on him, with the rain making everything slick.
She grabbed hold of his raincoat hood with her other hand, until she was able to get her feet back under her again for better leverage.
The man... Creature... Thing, was not giving any leniency, still attempting to drag Georgie down.
The strength of the creature made Emily lose her footing again, but she refused to let go of her crying and screaming brother.
Finally, she took the risk of stretching her leg out towards the drain, in attempts to kick the creature, long enough for it to maybe lose its grip
The only thing she got from that, was an angry growl, or snarl.
"Emily! Help!" Georgie was in hysterics, even though Emily was trying all in her power to get him out of the man's grip.
Finally, Georgie's arm was somehow free, and he was scrambling out and away from the drains.
However, now, the creature had only changed his focus onto Emily, grabbing hold of her, still kicking, leg.
Emily's heart nearly stopped, but she still managed to make sure her little brother was up and out of harms way.
"Run!" Emily yelled, even as she felt herself slowly being dragged into the drain.
"Em-"
"Go! Now! Go... Go get Bill." Emily said, quickly trying to think of a way to try and get him out of the danger zone.
Georgie was still hesitant, but finally turned and ran off.
With her brother safe, she now focused on her own.
She continued to struggle against the iron grip, she was up to her waist in the drain now.
Emily quickly tried to roll onto her stomach, in an attempt to twist out of the man's grasp.
It didn't do anything
She was left helpless, trying to find anything to grab onto, but she only ended up empty handed with the waves of rain water.
She screamed in pain as the concrete of the drain scraped up her back.
Now, she had lost all leverage, as her body soon fell into the depths of the sewers.
She was caught, however, before hitting the deep waters.
The man now had her by the throat, pinning her against the walls of the sewers.
It was only then that she could see his true features.
Piercing golden eyes, pale face, and dagger like teeth.
The... Creature growled at her menacingly.
Emily struggled against Its grasp, trying to gain her breath back.
The horrifying moment seemed to last forever, until the creature began to fall silent.
The grasp on her throat even seemed to loosen.
Emily stared down at the quiet creature with worry.
The creature stared back at her for the longest time.
Finally, Emily built the courage to break the silence, "What the hell are you?"
The being seemed to growl lightly at her words, but answered her question with Its own, "Why aren't you afraid?"
Emily's brows furrowed at the creature's question, focusing on him.
"Why should I be afraid of some creep who tries to tempt young kids into a sewer?" She retorted.
The creature snarled at her answer, pressing her body even harder into the rocky wall.
This forced an uncontrollable whimper from Emily, the scrape down her back burning at the sensation. She wondered if it even broke skin.
After a couple seconds, she managed to regain her composure, as It just stood there, as if waiting.
"If you're going to kill me. Make it quick. My family will be coming soon, and if you're lucky, the police." Emily said.
As if on cue, a voice could be heard in the distance from above the drain entrance.
It was Bill.
"She's this way!" Georgie could be heard not long after.
That was all Emily heard, before the creature before her snarled in annoyance, and grabbed her, tossing her with an inhuman strength, where she miraculously landed on a pile of rubble and trash, but not before she also hit her head on something, knocking her out cold.
Then.
Darkness.
A/N: End of Chapter 1.
Extra note about this chapter: The fact that I made a lot of this Emily's Point of View, is one of the reasons why I described IT as a man, because, from a distance, that's all she could see. So... Technically there is no right or wrong. Just, wanted to clear that part up.
Anyway, leave some reviews?