Disclaimer: I do not own IT or it's characters, all the credit goes to Stephen King, the amazing horror author. I own only my original characters.
A/N: So after rewatching the IT movie about 20 times, I wanted to make a story based off the movie, where another new kid appears and joins the Loser's Club. I know it's not exactly the most original concept, but I decided to put my own spin on the movie by adding a new kid to the mix.
Prologue
It was a rainy day in Derry Maine and Alexander Torres was outside, walking to the supermarket to pick up some groceries for his family. He pulled tge drawstrings of his grey and black striped hoodie and tried to walk as fast as he could to his destination. 'Perks of being the new kid: your parents want you to explore while you do their bidding,' the young teen thought to himself as he turned on a street called Jackson Street.
Looking around at his surroundings, Alex saw a young boy in a yellow rain jacket running after a small paper boat. He watched as the paper boat fell into the storm drain nearby and grimaced at the fact that this kid losing his entrainment, seeing the young boy look into the drain. "Damn, that sucks," Alex said to himself as he continued to walk to the supermarket.
After walking for a few more minutes, he could of swore that he heard a scream, so Alex looked around, but couldn't find the source. The teen shrugged his shoulders and saw his prize in front of him, the store. "Let's get started," Alex said to himself before stepping inside and pulling out the damp list in his pocket.
After gathering everything he needed, Alex paid for his groceries and walked out of the store, noticing that the rain had seemed to get worse. "Shit," he said as he then looked around and saw a red minivan and almost smiled. "Maybe I do have a savior,"
He walked toward the car and saw his mother waiting inside at the wheel. Alex quickly opened the sliding door and jumped inside, leaving the groceries in the back seat before jumping into the front seat. "Mom, have I ever told you how much I love you?" the youngest Torres said to his mother, causing her to crack a small smile.
"You must not tell me enough, cause I was really debating on making you walk in the downpour," she said, causing her son to laugh and buckle up.
They began driving, going through Jackson Street. Alex was looking for the young boy, but then quickly gave up. 'I was in there for at least 25 minutes. He probably went home after giving up on the boat,' the teen thought to himself, brushing some of his black hair out of his face.
He pulled down the sun visor and looked into the mirror. His semi-long black hair fell to his shoulders and one side of the hair always seemed to cover one part of his face. "Mom, i think I want a haircut before school ends," Alex said, looking at his mother, who had her eyes glued to the road.
"Your father and I were thinking the same thing," she said, making him cringe.
Since the move, Alex and his father, Marcus, weren't really getting along. Abigail could see why her son was upset, they were making him move away from his childhood friend, but his father seemed to believe that young Alex was blowing things about proportion. There were many arguments, filled with cuss words and slamming doors. Abigail just wanted her old family back, so she came up with the idea to have the two men in the house to make dinner that night. "Are you sure I can't get out of this?" Alex asked his mother, who shook her head.
"No. You and your father need to get back on the same page," she said, making her son sigh and nod his head.
Once they got home, the cooking began. So far, the two were getting along, which was music to Alex's mom's ears. "Crap! Son, can you go into the basement and grab the parmesan we have in the spare cupboard?" Marcus asled his son.
Alex replied with a nod. "Sure thing Pops," he said as he hurried down to the basement.
Alex walked down the steps to the basement and set his sights on the cupboard down below. He tried turning the light on, but to his luck, the lightbulb was burnt out. "Oh that's just fucking great," he shouted quietly to himself, walking towards the cupboard.
The young teen opened the door and to his luck, the small bottle of parmesan was right in front. "Sweet," he whispered, grabbing the bottle and closing the door of the cupboard, cringing at the slight creaking sound. "Time to get out of the fucking darkness," he said as he walked towards the steps, but stopped, hearing a rustling noise.
"Hello?" Alex asked out loud, hoping that there wouldn't be an answer. There wasn't one, but for a quick second, he thought that he saw two yellow eyes staring at him intently. Running as fast as he could, Alex got out of the basement and went back to the kitchen, breathing heavily. "Hey guys, let's get on that broken lightbulb huh? You know my fear of the dark," he said as he put the parmesan on the table.
The next morning, Alex woke up and got out if bed, walking towards the living room to watch some television before having to do anything this great Sunday. When he reached the living room, he saw his father pacing back and forth, with his mother sitting in her chair, hand on her mouth in shock. "Uh...guys?" he asked, both parents turning their attention to their son.
"Alex, come quick!" His mother exclaimed, rushing her son to her chair. The 15 year old walked to his mom and looked at the tv where a news reporter was talking.
"A little boy by the name of George Denbrough has recently disappeared. His parents say that he went outside in the rain and never returned home. He was last seen in a yellow rain jacket and his family would greatly appreciate if he was found,"
Alex went wide-eyed as he came to a shocking realization. "Holy shit..." he said outloud, causing his father to glare at his son.
"How many times have I told you son, watch your language," Marcus stated with a cold tone.
Alex ignored his father and walked towards the television. "I saw him..." he said, putting his hand on the electronic. "I saw him chasing after a paper boat and I saw it go down the storm drain...I heard a scream when I was a little ways away too..."
He turned to his parents. "This is my fault...If I was there, he wouldn't have disappeared.." the teen said as he walked back to his room and shut the door.
Alex's parents looked at each other in worry as they watched the news turn to another story. The rest of that night, Alex laid in bed, headphones on, blasting Motley Crue into his ears. He finally fell asleep after awhile, but unknowing to him, something was watching him sleep.
IT was standing in the corner, watching the young boy sleep. IT laughed softly to ITself before slowly disappearing. This one was ripe for the taking, oh yes he was. He just needs a little more fear in his brain and his flesh will taste extravagant.
Alex quickly jolted upwards and turned on the lamp, thinking that he heard someone in his room. He looked around and out his window, where he saw a red balloon floating outside of it. "What the hell?" he asked himself before jumping at a distant chuckle that would anyone's skin crawl.
Alex slapped himself, trying to get himself back into reality. Forcing himself to think it was a figment of his imagionation, he fell back onto his bed, closing his eyes and going to sleep. What the teen didn't know was that he was caught in IT's web and he wouldn't be released until IT would make him float like the rest of them...
I hope you all enjoy the first part of my IT story! Will Alex be able to make any friends before the school year ends? Will he be able to cope with the fact that he was the last person to see the young Georgie before his "disappearance" (Unless you count the old lady, but in my opinion, she doesn't count cause she wouldn't do anything anyway)? And what's the deal with red balloon and creepy laughter? Find out next time in IT: Cloud Walking!