Monsters

You've got no place to hide.

And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside.

One look in my eyes,

And you're running cause I'm coming going to eat you alive. Ah ah ah oh.

Your heart hits like a drum, oh, oh oh

The Chase has just begun, oh, oh oh –Rulle, Monsters

October 31st, 2039 Derry Maine.

The world had shifted, dividing itself into the realities of non reality, not quiet up to par with most Sci-fi shows or even Blade Runner but it was getting there. The Dreamers arcade had opened up and those with implant oculus got to enjoy new games. Going into games from the early 80's and up, but there was a warning to never use it on Halloween during the Devil's hour of three am. Something bad always happened and if users didn't die worse things happened. No one paid attention to that right now, especially Maxwell Ashford. His sister was still working on her art not really acknowledging him as he came home from his freshman break from college.

Before her accident they had always been close most mistook them for twins, but falling through the ice nearly being dead for a day changed Eona. The lighter bubbly side had died and what had come back was something else. Mad at her he waited till she was asleep to hack into the neural implant she had from therapy and uploaded a program to trigger on the last thing she had seen, or interacted with. Leaving quietly with a smirk, going downstairs to watch his favorite sports team.

Eona woke up in her room and found it was not how she left it; it was the room of something from there grandmother's time of 1985. Feeling the fabric she got dressed in simple converse and jeans with a cold shoulder sweatshirt. Hair down, going downstairs, no one was home, she stepped out into the world and realized as two boys walked by, one with a stutter, that this was IT's Derry Maine. She was in IT's world. She had recently finished the book and watched both movies for her Halloween retreat.

Eona moved down the street, remembering the paths taken by the characters to stop across from the house on Neibolt Street. No fear, but fascination, she moved toward the back where he had scared Eddie. Waiting. Her wait didn't lead to disappointment because Henry and his gang strolled by in the car and stopped seeing her to get out and harass her. Her answer was not in words but in a judo throw of sorts Henry found himself at knife point to his own knife and Eona sung Monsters by Ruelle. Moving close to his ear as she watched the others.

"One misstep your mine, and you better stay clever if you want to survive…" She tightened on him cutting just a little. "The hunt has just begun…" She let him go he whipped around freaked out.

"You'll float down there…" She grinned. "You'll see…Patrick." Her eyes switched to the Pyromaniac. They booked it.

Freaked out, she watched and arched a brow hearing the faint jingle behind her.

"Hello Pennywise," She turned looking at the Clown.

It was the Skarsgard version she found herself facing, the one she preferred, "I don't want a balloon…but I do want something else."

The clown looked at her perplexed yet a shiver danced his spine, she was not from this world, it was obvious, and the way she had made them feel fear. Studying her, she was a slender five foot six; young of sixteen or seventeen, with very pale skin it was also fair. Her eyes were a very unnatural blue, and her hair was a deep rich red it bordered a sort of dark brown. Quiet pretty actually between that child and adult. The unpredictable stage of life and forming, she was playing with the knife still between her fingers.

"I don't give things to strangers…" He mused.

"Well I'm Eona the Traveler. Yes, Eona meet Pennywise, Pennywise meet Eona. There, now we aren't strangers are we? The Turtle didn't send me, and the turtle can't help anyone here." She said casually.

Pennywise moved up to her and she kept his gaze, the seven foot clown still smelt no fear. Hand going around her throat she tilted her neck to his grip. She smiled at him instead, she had to be dreaming. Pennywise saw a glint of yellow in the blue that he didn't squeeze; instead he held her face and stared into her eyes. She was a true traveler, maybe she came here by the same means or another little multi-verse. But what he did know was she was trapped, trapped in her current form. No one had taught her, which meant someone had messed with her long ago. She needed to be remade, but that took time, patience and bonding.

He was a creature of habit, to bind and change her would not only take patience but a piece of him. Did he really want to do that? It meant they would be oh so close, like mates.

"What do you want Eona?" He asked softly but seriously.

Eona watched him, "To stay here."

She didn't want to go back to her world; she wanted to stay in his world. Pennywise let her go and regarded her. Thinking of killing her didn't satisfy him, thinking of banishing her didn't satisfy him either. Thinking of keeping her appealed to him, but thinking of her scaring his prey with him made him salivate. Putting a hand out to her, she looked at it and reached out, her slender hand took his. He enclosed his around hers and pulled coaxingly.

"Come on then Eona…come with me." He pulled toward the house to go for the well. Eona didn't resist instead she fell into step beside him. He was pleased by this and thought on perhaps changing her after all.

Ashford House November 1st, 2039

Mrs. Ashford started screaming for her husband who burst into the room to find out what was wrong and found that the room was empty. Eona Ashford was gone. Max had come down the hall finding out that his sister was gone and looked around the room to find the hookup for the oculus system went to Stephen King's series set. When his parents left he found it to be…IT. Turning he pulled the sheet on accident a jingle made him stop. Looking back his eyes fell on the source as it shined in the light of the morning sun. A single bell…for a dancing clown.