Was this pain? Was this fear? It could do nothing as the man brought his boot down upon Its young; It could only watch and feel pain that it had never felt before. Up until the Losers had entered its lair once more, It had never been defied for quite some time, the first time being when the Losers first came upon It. Fucking dumbass turtle! FUCKING TURTLE! It thought viciously, Fuck you, cuntlicker. Fucked your mother- licked her cunt. I'll come back for you. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I CANNOT BE KILLED! Got that, Bill? Got that, Ben, Bev? Richie? I cannot be killed. But I can kill all your twisted dumbass friends. Remember, Bill? Little Georgie? He tasted good, Bill! OH, BOY, HE TASTED GOOD!
But Its crazy cries, products of emotions It could not fully process, did not reach the humans. They merely continued about, killing all of Its young. Killing it….no….no….It could not be killed. Could not! The fucking turtle was dead, yes, the fucking turtle was gone and these goddamned motherfuckers would never get the help they needed again; so It could return, perhaps sooner then normal. It was the only all powerful being left, after all. It didn't have to follow some damn schedule. But the pain It felt did not fade. But the lights. Damn, those bright lights. They were there. Not too far, not too close, but there. And It knew- It knew because it wasn't dumb, It knew because It had instincts. It was dead. Killed. Destroyed.
FUCK YOU CUNTLICKERS! FUCK YOU ALL! DERRY WILL ROT FOR THIS; ROT AND ROT AND ROT!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?! DAMN YOU ALL! I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD! I'M NOT DEAD!
Of course, nobody heard It; because It was dead.