Mother? Mother?
Of course, It did not use the word mother; but the word mother covers what It was trying to say, so we'll use it for simplicity's sake.
Mother? Mother?
All was dark; no longer was It in an egg, bundled all around Its siblings, warm…comforted…and feeding off the despair and anger in the cave. The web had fallen- despite Its young age, the beast on the ground could make out enough. Enough to cause it to let out a cry; not necessarily of horror. Emotions were incredibly limited- while the original It had lived with the turtle for quite some time, this It hadn't, therefore it knew not of goodness- It knew only hate, so the pain it felt was short lived and soon replaced by rage, hatred so strong It caused the beast to shake.
Carnage was something the beast had become used to; It was the product of evil, pure evil, after all. Carnage was a sort of beautiful fantasy for It- but this carnage….this was not supposed to take place. Unlike the Turtle, the damn Turtle, they were everlasting. So why was Its mother dead? Its siblings…dead? Crushed by the boot of a man.
Fucking man. Fucking woman. It thought viciously, traveling through the sewers, Its mind whirling; this could not go unpunished. This was a cruel world and It was the cause of cruelty- the original It and so Its daughter would carry on Its job. Oh, yes, It would. Derry had served as secret hunting grounds, but It knew from years of hearing Its mother that the Losers would not remain in the small town.
But they will return again. It thought viciously, surfacing from the underground, a burst of a light unseen by any human eyes. They will return sooner then they ever fucking thought, because they missed me; and I miss them and we just can't live with us missing each other.