Eddie's mouth was covered with an old t-shirt as Henry dragged him into the wellhouse, binding his hands to an old radiator.
"You and your boyfriend have caused me a lot of trouble," Henry said as he pulled out his switchblade. "I'm really going to enjoy cutting all of you to pieces. Fortunately for you, you're the bait."
Henry started cutting into Eddie's shirt, cutting it off a piece at a time, letting each piece fall to the floor. Then he started in on Eddie's pants."You'll be the last to die, you wheezing freak."
Eddie was now standing there in his white briefs, helpless as Henry flicked his knife, causing Eddie's underwear to fall to the floor around his feet. He held the knife under Eddie's scrotum, teasing him with the prospect of mutilating his genitals as he pulled his knife away.
"No, not yet, Billy Boy has to be here for that," Henry chuckled as he gathered up Eddie's shredded clothes. "Soon, though."
Tears were falling down Eddie's face as he wished that Bill was there to help him.
Bill sat in Georgie's now empty bedroom, clutching an old teddy bear that the boy used to sleep with. It had been given to him by Bill when Georgie was four to comfort him as he slept. He thought there were monsters under his bed, so Bill gave him his prized possession to keep him safe from the monsters.
The tears were uncontollable as Bill thought about everything that he had lost. Soon, Georgie sat down next to him, putting an arm around Bill's shoulder.
"Don't cry for me, it was my fault," Georgie said. "I shouldn't have gone outside to play. I should have stayed in and kept you company."
"It wasn't your fault, Georgie," Bill whispered. "I should have been there to protect you."
"I thought you'd be mad that I lost your boat," Georgie told him.
"I could never be mad at you," Bill said as he looked at the non-existant boy. "I love you, Georgie. You're the best little brother ever. I would have made you a thousand boats if you asked for them. I'd do anything to make you happy."
"What about Eddie? Do you love him like that?"
"Eddie? Georgie, I don't think that-"
"If you love him, you should tell him," Georgie told him. "He makes you happy, Billy. I like it when you're happy. You haven't been happy in a long time. You should tell him so you're not sad anymore."
"Georgie, I-," Bill said as he saw that Georgie was gone. A knock came at the door as Bill headed downstairs, and upon opening the door, found Eddie's sneaker pinned to the door with a note that looked like it was written in blood.
COME TO THE WELLHOUSE B-B-B- BILLY
"No," Bill whispered as he realized Eddie was in trouble. "NO!" Bill took off running, He had to find his friends.
"Who would kidnap Eddie?" Stan asked as the boys rode their bikes to the Wellhouse. "And why the wellhouse?"
"I heard it's happened," Richie said as the group parked their bikes, seeing the trail of Eddie's cut up clothes leading to the door. "Eddie? No, my little buddy is in there. We have to get him!"
"We will," Ben told the group. "But we don't know who's in there, or who sent the note. There could be more than one person. What if Eddie's already-?"
"He's not!" Bill shouted. "He's alive, I know it! We're going to find him and bring him out. I'm not losing Eddie, not now."
"Bill?" Richie asked.
"I- I love him," Bill said as he faced his friends. "I love him, alright? I have feelings for one of my best friends, and I can't stop it. I want to hold him, and tell he's special, and make sure shit like this doesn't happen to him. I want to protect him and make sure that he has a good life, like Georgie should have."
"Well, then it's settled," Richie said. "Let's go get our buddy."
"You guys... don't care that I might be gay?"
"Oh, no, on the fag scale, you're rocketed way past the top level," Richie told him. "But I don't care, you're still my friend. If you and Eddie make each other happy... that makes me happy."
"Same here," Stand and Ben said.
"Now let's go get your butt-buddy,"
"RICHIE!"
"I kid, I kid," Richie said as they headed for the door. "You guys are doing it in the butt, right?"