Savage of the Sewer

Sequel to Savior in the Rain

All I saw was darkness. It was as black as night. I felt my body floating and I couldn't move. I was frozen in place.

'Am I dead?' I asked myself. I looked around, for anyone who could answer my questions. It felt like I was all there, but nowhere at the same time.

I didn't see a white light, and I didn't feel as though I was pulled into hell. I was a good girl. I was a fighter and a whole hearted person all around.

I tried to remember what had happened before I found myself in this blackness.

'The last thing I remember was being smashed by that clown. He had bitten me again and then I passed out near the well in my basement. I also remember the video chat with Eddie after I found a dead child at my front door,' I said to myself.

"Fucking clown," I said shaking my head and then I remembered I was injured before I fell in this blackness. I felt my shoulder to see if I was still hurt.

I felt my blood seeping down my arm and I clenched my hand into a fist with rage and anger.

No matter what I did that clown had a taste for my shoulder flesh.

This clown wasn't going to win. Eddie knew where I was. He knew the entrance to the sewers.

He and the rest of the gang would come for me. I held out to hope.

Until they got to me, I had to help myself.

I slapped myself, trying to wake up.

"Wake up!" I yelled slapping myself across the face over and over again.

Even if I was dreaming, the pain was certainly real. My face was beginning to swell up. I felt it getting puffy from the pain.

It wasn't working so I started screaming to myself, as loud as I could.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I screamed as loud and as pitched as I could.

It seemed to work because then I opened my eyes and I was looking up at the ceiling.

I gasped myself awake.

I bolted upwards, but then I noticed my hands were touching nothing but air.

I looked down and I was floating above the tower of toys in Pennywise's lair.

I gasped aloud in fright, while I slowly started floating downwards.

I didn't understand how I had gotten to be floating up in the air like all the dead children were all those years ago when I had my first confrontation with Pennywise.

I looked around down below as I descended towards the ground. But I had to keep quiet. I had to be sneaky.

I didn't see the clown anywhere.

As my body got closer to the surface, I calmly let my feet touch the ground first, so I was in a standing position.

I tried putting weight on my feet but I was extremely weak.

My whole body ached. My head hurt as did my face.

I calmly touched my cheek but it hurt as I grazed my fingers over it.

'I must have hit myself while I was trapped inside my subconscious state of mind,' I thought to myself.

Looking down at myself, my jeans were ripped showing off my legs, my tank top was ripped letting a little bit of my flat stomach show and I had lost a shoe.

My cheek was swollen, my lip was cut and most of my hair was wet from the rain that had come through the grate ceiling.

Gasping in anger and pain, I tried to stand up, but I instantly fell back down. My own strength had left me a long time ago.

My stomach growled in hunger but I ignored it.

How my stomach could ask for food in a time like this was beyond me.

'How much time has passed? How long have I been here?' I asked.

I tried reaching for my phone but then I remembered that it was left at Neibolt house.

"Damn," I whispered.

I had no choice but to start crawling to the open door on the other side of the cistern.

Then I heard rustling from behind me.

Slowly I peeked behind my legs but thankfully it was just a sewer rat rummaging through some of the garbage.

I growled at the rat as it made its way towards me. It squeaked at me, almost as if it was laughing at me.

Then it jumped on my legs and scurried its tiny feet over my legs and up my back.

"Get the fuck off me!" I cried out, slapping the rat off my body.

I shivered in disgust.

'That's just what I need; to be bit by a rat and end up with rabies,' I thought.

I continued to crawl towards the rim of the wall, far away from the base of the wagon tower.

Just then I heard it. The soft giggling which turned into a full blown fit of laughter.

And it was laughter I recognized.

I slowly lifted my face so I was glancing at a pair of feet standing in front of me, blocking my path to safety.

I recognized those shoes and those tiny orange pompoms on the end of them.

"YOU!" I said looking up.

IT stood in front of me, looking down on me like hunter about to devour its prey.

"Welcome back to the world of the living," he giggled.

He squatted down, taking my chin in his massive hand.

"Get your slimy mitts off of me," I growled.

He slid his neck to the side, staring at me.

"Still the same attitude," he shakily said.

I watched the drool slither its way out of his mouth and land on my swollen cheek.

"You're weak," I said to him.

His grip got tighter.

"As are you," he growled.

"We can change that," he said.

He took his hand from behind his back and shoved a small kid's finger in to my mouth as if he wanted me to eat it.

I choked and gagged trying to spit out the human part.

"I thought you loved finger foods," giggled Pennywise.

He placed his hand over my mouth so I couldn't spit it out.

It tasted like garbage and blood all rolled into one.

I choked and gagged some more and the clown had no choice but to let his hand loose so I could spit out the human remain.

"No finger food for you. I guess that must be this new generation of kids," he said.

He walked in a circle around me.

"You know a lot of them are massively overweight and obese?" he asked.

I looked up at his amber eyes.

"That's my kind of food," he said with a wicked smile.

"You won't win," I said as I spit drool in his face.

Pennywise wiped away the spittle off of his cheek.

He growled before lifting my weak body up by my throat and he held onto my arms, making me stare up at him.

He showed his front buck teeth to me in a twisted smile. And it wasn't a pleasant smile. It was wicked and mischievous.

He leaned in towards me.

"I already have," he said.

Then he made me turn around and look up.

There were maybe five or six kids already fell victim to the clown; and they were floating up in the air.

I gasped aloud.

After all the precautions I took; after everything I had done to protect this generation of children, it felt like it was all for nothing.

I felt defeated.

"It's all happening again," I mumbled.

"That it is Maggie. That it is," giggled the clown.

His grip didn't falter once.

This time around he felt more powerful, stronger.

Like a savage.

AN: WELL HERE YOU GO GUYS! AFTER MANY PEOPLE ASKING FOR THE SEQUEL, YOU GUYS GOT YOUR WISH!

THE FIRST CHAPTER TO THE SEQUEL TO SAVIOR IN THE RAIN. I JUST CAN'T WAIT 2 YEARS TO TYPE THE CONTINUATION OF THE STORY.

MAGGIE'S JOURNEY IS NOW IN FULL SWING

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE