Author's Note: This is based off Stephen King's It. And in case there is any confusion, the David I am using is Warbler David.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'It'. I also do not own any characters from 'Glee'.
Derry, Maine 1990
David Sullivan was standing by the crime scene of the murder of a little girl, listening in on the statements being given to the police. Alex Chang, or rather, what was left of her, had been found by her mother, Tina. The distraught mother had told the police that Alex had been riding her tricycle when Tina had called her in, wary of the coming storm. Tina had been in the house for less than a minute when she came outside again to collect the laundry from the line.
She had found her four-year-old daughter ripped to pieces.
A police officer approached David when he saw him, "The Chief's gonna have a cow if he sees you snooping around here."
"Well I won't tell him if you don't," David replied with a slight smirk before his face fell blank again, "What have you got, Wes?"
"There's not much left. Just like last time."
"Anybody see anything?"
"The mother said she saw— " before Wes could tell him anything else, he was interrupted by the Chief of Police, Hunter Clarington.
"I thought I told you to stay out of this, Sullivan."
"I'm just a concerned citizen, Chief," David said, turning to face him, "And I call six kids missing or dead a major cause for alarm."
Hunter rolled his eyes, "A drifter could have easily killed this girl. And the rest could be just a rash of runaways. Kids get itchy feet. They want to explore the world."
David didn't even try to contain his sarcasm, "Right. A five-year-old in a toy car gets itchy feet. A seven-year-old goes down to Acapulco for a wild weekend? Is that what you think happened?"
"The boy's father took him. We're nearly positive of that. The other one…" Hunter trailed off, mainly because they had no idea what happened to the other child.
Even though he knew it was useless, David still had to try to convince him that there was more going on than he thought, "Chief, there is something terribly wrong here in Derry…and you know it."
"Hey. I'm the cop. You're the librarian. Okay?" Without waiting for a response, Hunter walked away.
David turned to leave. Before he could go, however, a piece of crumpled paper leaning against a nearby tree caught his eye. As he bent to pick it up, he saw that it was an old picture of a little boy with tangled dark brown hair and an easy smile. It was a boy that David recognized from a picture he had been shown when he was a child, "Joe."
May 28,
Another killing today. But this time there was something more. Something that makes my skin crawl. A picture that couldn't have no, that shouldn't have been there.
It's time to tell the others what's happening. I can't put it off any longer. But I hope I'm wrong. Oh, I hope to God I'm wrong.
David put away his journal and reluctantly picked up his address book. He had made sure to keep up with their current phone numbers in case something like this ever happened. These were calls he had never wanted to make, but they were the only ones who could do anything about It.
The dark-skinned man sighed as he found the first number. Finn Hudson.