Chapter 1
Emma Wright goes Home
Summer of 1985
The night everything happened started out regular, nothing out of the ordinary. Emma walked into the small, cramped kitchen and made herself a quick sandwich. Grabbing a soda out of the fridge, she toke her makeshift dinner to the couch where she crashed. She turned on the TV and started watching a rerun of the Brady Bunch. The clock over the TV blared 10:00 in luminous red numbers.
" Ah, ten, Jordan is late." She said to herself.
As on cue, the door opened and in stepped a tall man.
" Just on time, as always." Emma said, laughing.
" Cut the sarcasm for once, that damn interviewer kept us there asking the most idiotic questions. So where did you learn to sing, Is your hair naturally blue, Is that tattoo temporary, " He said in a false, high pitched voice, mimicking the interviewer.
Emma laughed, got up, and kissed her husband on the cheek. " It seems like you and the boys had a fun time, I'm sorry I couldn't make it" she said.
" Your just plain lucky" he said.
" I would hardly call catching a flu lucky" she stated.
" Hey, anything to get out an interview" he said, sitting on the couch.
Emma was just about to sit down to when the phone rang. She went over to pick it up.
" Hello, yes... who is this? Mike, I don't know anybody named Mi.... wait a minute. Are you Mike Hanlon? Oh my god, it is you! What have you been up to? It is so great to hear your voice again! So what did I do to deserve the honor of you calling me?" Just then Emma's bright eyes became dull. The color left her face and her smile was replaced with a frown. Jordan sat up, worried. Emma looked like she was about to faint. Since the phone rang he had been sitting there, listening. He was feeling jealous, whoever this Mike guy was, his wife had pretty strong feelings for him.
Emma started to talk again, but there was no cheer in her voice. " That was not what I wanted to hear. Have you contacted the others, Bill, Stan, Bevvie, and the rest? Are they coming too... yea, that is what I thought; they were all pretty trustworthy.... am I? Come on Mike, I thought you knew me a lot better. I was never one to go back on my word and I haven't changed. Count me in. It will be like a reunion, kind of. I will catch the next plane. See you in Derry. Wow, I thought I would never say that." And with those parting words she hung up. She was going back; back home, back to where the horrors started.
She flew to the bedroom, took a suitcase out of the tiny closet and started dumping her clothes in it. Jordan came in and for a while just stood, leaning against the doorframe, staring at her in amassment. He had never seen her like this, so crazy. At first he thought she had just gone crazy, but that was before she looked up. In her he say fear, a deep, dark fear that he never knew existed before. She just stared at him for a while; her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Then she looked down, brushed her eyes, and started packing like a madwomen again. Jordan walked up to her and tilted her head up. He locked his bright blue eyes with her dark purple ones.
" Emmy, what is wrong? Who is Mike, why are you so afraid, and what the hell are you doing" he asked her.
Emma turned away from him.
" Jordan, I have to go, I just do" she said, her voice (to her surprise) was strong.
" But why, where to? Emma, please tell me what is going on, what's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice pleading.
Emma thought. It would be better if he knew. She had always told him everything and so had he. She turned around to him and sighed.
" It all happened in the summer of '58. My older sister Beverly and I were just kids then. It was the year, the year it all began...." She went on and told him the whole story. The joining of the loser club, the deaths, Pennywise the dancing clown, all the way to when Stan Uris cut their hands with a piece if a Coke bottle to seal a deadly promise.
" Can't you see, I have to go. I promised them, I promised them I would, and I would never hurt them, not after what we went through." She told him after the story. Jordan looked up at her. " There is a chance you might not come back. I can't lose you. Do you know how much you really mean to me? Do you know where I would be without you, probably dead or in jail. What about me Emmy? Do you want to hurt me?" he said, trying to keep his voice down. " You know that is the last thing I want to do, Jordan, but this is something I have to do. I have no other choice. I am connected to Derry just like I am connected to you. There is a bond, and that bond will never let me go, ever, until that evil is destroyed." She said looking into his eyes. Jordan knew she had to go. He knew it and she knew it. Emma walked up, took her suitcase and purse, walked to the door, and stood there. She turned back to Jordan. He was standing there, his head down, as if he was deep in thought. She looked at that face, that face she loved. Looked at those bright blue eyes, that spiked, dyed bright blond hair. " Tell John, Andrew, Rob, and Kyle where I went. And tell them that I will miss them. I will miss you too Jordan, with all of my heart. But believe me when I say I will be back. I will, I promise. Bye, I love you." She said softly, kissing him and then going out the door. " I'll miss you too Emma, I love you" he called back into the darkness. With that she left to go face her fate.
Hello everybody! I hope you liked this chapter, more will come soon. Please review; I love to hear your comments, good or bad. I take all kinds, even flames, but please keep them to a minimum. Anything you say will help. OK, I will stop begging now, or at least try to. Well hope to hear from ya, Shadowcat
Emma Wright goes Home
Summer of 1985
The night everything happened started out regular, nothing out of the ordinary. Emma walked into the small, cramped kitchen and made herself a quick sandwich. Grabbing a soda out of the fridge, she toke her makeshift dinner to the couch where she crashed. She turned on the TV and started watching a rerun of the Brady Bunch. The clock over the TV blared 10:00 in luminous red numbers.
" Ah, ten, Jordan is late." She said to herself.
As on cue, the door opened and in stepped a tall man.
" Just on time, as always." Emma said, laughing.
" Cut the sarcasm for once, that damn interviewer kept us there asking the most idiotic questions. So where did you learn to sing, Is your hair naturally blue, Is that tattoo temporary, " He said in a false, high pitched voice, mimicking the interviewer.
Emma laughed, got up, and kissed her husband on the cheek. " It seems like you and the boys had a fun time, I'm sorry I couldn't make it" she said.
" Your just plain lucky" he said.
" I would hardly call catching a flu lucky" she stated.
" Hey, anything to get out an interview" he said, sitting on the couch.
Emma was just about to sit down to when the phone rang. She went over to pick it up.
" Hello, yes... who is this? Mike, I don't know anybody named Mi.... wait a minute. Are you Mike Hanlon? Oh my god, it is you! What have you been up to? It is so great to hear your voice again! So what did I do to deserve the honor of you calling me?" Just then Emma's bright eyes became dull. The color left her face and her smile was replaced with a frown. Jordan sat up, worried. Emma looked like she was about to faint. Since the phone rang he had been sitting there, listening. He was feeling jealous, whoever this Mike guy was, his wife had pretty strong feelings for him.
Emma started to talk again, but there was no cheer in her voice. " That was not what I wanted to hear. Have you contacted the others, Bill, Stan, Bevvie, and the rest? Are they coming too... yea, that is what I thought; they were all pretty trustworthy.... am I? Come on Mike, I thought you knew me a lot better. I was never one to go back on my word and I haven't changed. Count me in. It will be like a reunion, kind of. I will catch the next plane. See you in Derry. Wow, I thought I would never say that." And with those parting words she hung up. She was going back; back home, back to where the horrors started.
She flew to the bedroom, took a suitcase out of the tiny closet and started dumping her clothes in it. Jordan came in and for a while just stood, leaning against the doorframe, staring at her in amassment. He had never seen her like this, so crazy. At first he thought she had just gone crazy, but that was before she looked up. In her he say fear, a deep, dark fear that he never knew existed before. She just stared at him for a while; her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Then she looked down, brushed her eyes, and started packing like a madwomen again. Jordan walked up to her and tilted her head up. He locked his bright blue eyes with her dark purple ones.
" Emmy, what is wrong? Who is Mike, why are you so afraid, and what the hell are you doing" he asked her.
Emma turned away from him.
" Jordan, I have to go, I just do" she said, her voice (to her surprise) was strong.
" But why, where to? Emma, please tell me what is going on, what's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice pleading.
Emma thought. It would be better if he knew. She had always told him everything and so had he. She turned around to him and sighed.
" It all happened in the summer of '58. My older sister Beverly and I were just kids then. It was the year, the year it all began...." She went on and told him the whole story. The joining of the loser club, the deaths, Pennywise the dancing clown, all the way to when Stan Uris cut their hands with a piece if a Coke bottle to seal a deadly promise.
" Can't you see, I have to go. I promised them, I promised them I would, and I would never hurt them, not after what we went through." She told him after the story. Jordan looked up at her. " There is a chance you might not come back. I can't lose you. Do you know how much you really mean to me? Do you know where I would be without you, probably dead or in jail. What about me Emmy? Do you want to hurt me?" he said, trying to keep his voice down. " You know that is the last thing I want to do, Jordan, but this is something I have to do. I have no other choice. I am connected to Derry just like I am connected to you. There is a bond, and that bond will never let me go, ever, until that evil is destroyed." She said looking into his eyes. Jordan knew she had to go. He knew it and she knew it. Emma walked up, took her suitcase and purse, walked to the door, and stood there. She turned back to Jordan. He was standing there, his head down, as if he was deep in thought. She looked at that face, that face she loved. Looked at those bright blue eyes, that spiked, dyed bright blond hair. " Tell John, Andrew, Rob, and Kyle where I went. And tell them that I will miss them. I will miss you too Jordan, with all of my heart. But believe me when I say I will be back. I will, I promise. Bye, I love you." She said softly, kissing him and then going out the door. " I'll miss you too Emma, I love you" he called back into the darkness. With that she left to go face her fate.
Hello everybody! I hope you liked this chapter, more will come soon. Please review; I love to hear your comments, good or bad. I take all kinds, even flames, but please keep them to a minimum. Anything you say will help. OK, I will stop begging now, or at least try to. Well hope to hear from ya, Shadowcat