Just to let y'all know, there's probably three legit chapters left and then maybe a LONG ass epilogue that'll probably take forever to write :)

"Everyone needs to shut the fuck up right now and let me fucking explain." Mike snapped. When he and El got home many hours later, he requested that she call everyone and have them come over while he showered, the Party, the Losers, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Hopper and Joyce. Everyone stopped talking, surprised at his tone of voice, and turned to him.

"What the hell happened, dude?" Lucas asked. None of them knew what happened. At least, not yet.

"There's been a change of plans." He replied. "We're not waiting for Richie to get back. We're going to kill that mother fucking clown tomorrow."

"But why? What else happened?" Mike H asked. Mike swallowed and shook his head.

"My dad... is dead because of that... because of that fucking clown." He watched as everyone's expressions changed from shock, to sympathy, to horror, and back to sympathy. "And I'm not gonna let anyone else I love get taken or hurt by that mother fucker as long as I can help it. If Richie isn't back by nightfall tomorrow, well, he won't have to face this fucking demon and I'll be glad. He's been through enough." Mike started babbling and ranting about how Richie didn't deserve any of what had happened to him and about how badly he wanted to kill the clown until Ben stood up and said,

"Do you need to scream?" Mike paused and looked at him, confused.

"What?" Everyone else looked just as confused.

"Do you need to scream? When I'm really upset or frustrated I'll just scream into a pillow."

"I'd prefer punching something but... I guess screaming wouldn't hurt." Mike shrugged and snatched a pillow off the couch, buried his face into it and just screamed. He screamed at the top of his lungs, louder than anyone thought he could.

As he screamed, the lights began flickering.

"Holy shit, is he doing that?" Dustin asked, looking around. There was a giggle coming from the kitchen and the lights flickered faster. Mike's head snapped up at the giggle and looked around frantically, eyes narrowing.

"Do you have your bat, Steve?" Mike muttered to him. Steve nodded and tossed it to him. He'd apparently brought it in with him, just having a bad feeling.

"Mike, wait a second." Lucas tried to stop him but Mike just huffed and ignored him, slowly creeping into the kitchen.

"Why? I'm not scared of this fucker." He replied.

"Mike..." El whispered. He looked over at her and saw her eyes wide.

"That wasn't me." She said quickly.

"Mike..." She whispered again, louder this time, coming from the kitchen. Mike glanced back at the others to make sure they heard it too, and took a couple more steps into the kitchen. What he saw was definitely not what he expected. He lowered the bat just a tiny bit, eyes widening a little.

El was twelve again, head shaved, wearing that pink dress and too big jacket. The main difference? She was grey, her eyes were glazed over, blank. There was some gooey substance flowing from her mouth, that had a reddish tint to it, dripping down her chin and onto her shoes. Her skin looked like it was slowly rotting before him and he stepped back. He looked at the real El and back at the other.

"What the fuck are you showing me this for?" Mike snarled. "I know it's not real you dumb fuck."

"Mike..."

"Mike." He mocked. "El, I hope you know I'm doing this because it's not you. I'd never do this."

"I know." He heard her say. Not-El giggled, showing hundreds of tiny, sharp teeth in IT's mouth. The lights were insane, and for a second he felt like he was twelve again. He lifted the bat higher, too a couple of quick steps forward, and whacked Not-El right in the face.

"Get the fuck out of my house." He growled, swinging again and hitting IT's shoulder.

Pennywise growled and lunged, throwing out an arm and going for Joyce, who was standing behind him. Mike jumped to the side, taking the claw in the shoulder. Pennywise hissed and retracted the claws, backing away into the shadow of where he'd been standing.

"You dick." Mike looked totally done, ignoring the searing pain in his left shoulder. "I'm goddamn tired of you." Pennywise giggled again and disappeared.

"What." Bev said, dumbfounded.

"What." Eddie made a face. "What the fuck was that."

"Um, Mike?" Dustin said. Mike looked at him, his eyes just as wide as everyone else's.

"What?"

"You have, uh, a little something there." He gestured to Mike's shoulder and everyone's eyes shifted to the fairly large cuts across his shoulder. He sighed, feeling it throb.

"I've seen enough fucking blood to last a life time."

"How in the actual ever loving hell are you acting like that was a normal thing that just happened?" Steve asked, looking like he was about to pass out himself.

"I honestly just don't fucking care right now, Steve, that's why. I'm sure I'll freak the hell out later but I'm pissed and upset and I just wanna kill that thing for killing my dad and ruining our lives, more so you guys." He gestured to the Losers. "I've had it with all this paranormal bullshit." He looked at the others, who were staring at his shoulder.

"You should uh, probably let someone check that out, kid." Hopper said.

"I'm not going to the hospital." He replied instantly. El rolled his eyes.

"You're so damn stubborn." She grabbed his hand and went to pull him towards the bathroom but he stopped her and held the bat out to Steve.

"Here's your bat." He said. Steve hesitated for a second but took it, grimacing a little at the goo that was on the end of it. He let El lead him to the bathroom and barely registered her asking Eddie and Nancy to help her.

Everyone else just stood in the kitchen silently, wondering what the hell just happened. Eventually, Bill said,

"Is it obvious or is it obvious that he and Richie are related?"

"I mean they are twins, Bill, so-" Steve thumped Dustin on the back of the head.

"Shut up, dipshit."

"Rude." Dustin pouted.

In the bathroom, El was helping Mike take off his shirt while Nancy grabbed a towel and Eddie searched the first aid kit for some alcohol.

"I liked that shirt." Mike said childishly.

"I'll buy you another shirt, Mikey." Nancy told him, ruffling his hair. He just nodded. El tossed it in the sink.

"Do you think you could wet the towel with warm water?" Eddie asked Nancy. She nodded. He put the lid of the toilet seat down and looked at Mike, pointing at it. "Sit." He did as he was told. "El do you have any tape of any kind anywhere?" He asked.

"Uh yeah, in the kitchen. Joyce knows where it is. I don't want to, uh, to leave him right now."

"It's okay, I'll get it." Eddie told her and rushed into the kitchen. "Joyce, do you know where El keeps the tape?" She nodded and went to one of the drawers, pulling out scotch tape and thankfully, medical tape. She handed he latter to him. "Thanks."

"Wait, Eddie, uh, he doesn't need stitches or anything, does he?" She asked. He shook his head.

"No ma'am, he'll be fine. He's kind of... not registering it much yet. I think the shock of Ted being gone is setting in a lot more now than it did earlier." She nodded.

"I figured. Go on, they need you in there, Doctor K." He smiled at that and nodded, rushing back to the bathroom, where Mike just sat there while Nancy wiped at the cuts. Eddie held the tape up triumphantly and El gave him a smile. He took over cleaning the blood from Mike's shoulder and then cleaned the cuts with the alcohol and wrapped it up, using a good bit of tape for the gauze.

"This might rip some hair out when you take it off." Eddie told him. "I put a lot of tape on it to keep it in place.

"What hair?" He mumbled. "I have like three chest hairs." Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes. He patted his other shoulder gently. Nancy leaned down and kissed the top of Mike's head and he gave her hand a squeeze. The four made their way back into the kitchen and Joyce immediately hugged Mike.

"Thank you. You didn't have to jump in front of me like that." She told him softly.

"Yes I did." He replied, hugging her back. He kissed her cheek as she pulled away from him and she smiled at him.

"Should we go over the plan again or wait until tomorrow?" Bev asked after a couple seconds of silence.

"It wouldn't hurt if we went over it a couple more times." Hopper said.

"Are we sure that no one's talked to Richie?" Jonathan asked. Everyone nodded.

"Not since Saturday." Eddie said, biting his lip.

Of course, the phone rang right after. Everyone looked at each other, and Mike looked at El.

"Maybe it's him." She said. "You should pick up. If not I'll take it." He nodded and swallowed, reaching over, grimacing as he stretched his bad shoulder a little, and picked the phone up.

"H-hello?"

"Hey, Mike." He sighed in relief, feeling as though he could breath a little better now.

"Richie."