That bastard finally did ... I try to break his ties ... I try to kill him.
Things were finally starting to look good for him, for once in his life the villagers no longer feared or insulted him (Most at least.) He was finally earning his respect after defeating Gaara from the desert who tried to devastate the village. They finally treated him like a human, he finally ate something besides Ramen.
Things went on until they went on that mission ... It was a simple thing, an escort mission. Ha, as if an escort mission was enough to stop the great Naruto Uzumaki. The blonde gloated in his mind forgetting that he was on the verge of death on other missions.
So it was all south after meeting that effeminate guy ...What's his name? Well it doesn't matter. That guy almost killed him and Sasuke if it wasn't for his great idea to break the sword of the man who once belonged to the second Hokage. It was then that when Sasuke returned to the hospital that things really got worse.
I dare him and if it hadn't been for Kakashi-sensei's intervention he would have kicked his duck butt. And as the bad loser he was, he made the easiest decision to gain power. Orochimaru ...
That pedophile left Sasuke a super powerful pacifier that gave him a lot of power in exchange for his sanity, or at least that's what Ero-Sennin said ...
Shikamaru, Kiba and their dog Akamaru, Choji, Neji and himself went after Sasuke. But one by one each had to fight one of Sasuke's guards.
First it was Choji against that fat guy, then Neji with the spider guy, then Kiba with the two-headed guy, and finally Shikamaru against that foul-mouthed girl. And with his luck he didn't get too far thanks to a creepy guy who could remove the bones and use them as a weapon, and with his luck again someone came to help him, it was the recently recovered Rock-Lee.
He had to go after Sasuke who tried to run away and well ... they fought with everything they had ... and he lost ... Sasuke pierced his lung twice and now he was here drowning in the water, sinking in the small river of the valley of the end.
And the more a voice sank deeper and clearer and stronger in his head, but it was not his prisoner, the nine-tailed fox, it was something or someone else.
"You will live!" The voice repeated more and more rapidly as she began to faint.
He closed his eyes as he lost consciousness. I couldn't make out the halo of light that consumed him until it was completely gone. On the surface Kakashi and Pakistan saw the halo of light come and go, Kakashi managed to make out a familiar presence for him momentarily and only had time for one thing.
"Naruto!" Shout.
(If there was an opening here it would be: v, but well if I put one it would be Led-Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven because it is epic, or Paul Mccartney's Live and Let Die for its transition from a quiet ballad to something more aggressive and heavy, or maybe you see Pink Floyd's Time, if you want to search for the songs, look for them with subtitles so you can see why I would choose them)
The torrential rain fell in piles on the city of Derry en Mane, running next to the sewers it was chasing a paper boat that slid by the water currents.
The little boat nodded, tilted, straightened again amid treacherous eddies, and continued its march down Witcham Street toward the stoplight at the intersection of Jackson and Jackson. The three vertical lenses on the sides of the traffic light were dark and so were the lights of all the houses on that autumn afternoon in 1993.
It had been raining incessantly for a week and two days ago the winds had also arrived. Since then, most of Derry had been without power and was still going on.
A boy in a yellow raincoat and red boots happily followed the paper boat.
This was George Denbrough or "Georgie", younger brother of William (Bill) Denbrough, or as almost everyone called him in and out of school, Bill the tart or stutterer, but those were only the most sensitive, some went much further in his insults with nicknames like "Submachine Gun" "Remix" and many more that were even worse in the six-year-old child's mind.
However, Georgie's odyssey ended the moment he saw that not far from him, on the other sidewalk on the other side of the road, it lit up in a gold color that blinded him. This caused Georgie to crash into an easel and fall to the floor with a loud thud.
When Georgie got up the light that had blinded him disappeared, but in the same place there was a bloody boy with blond hair the same age as his brother or maybe younger and with a lot of orange color in his clothes. The boy was passed out. Georgie quickly got up in the boy's direction to try to help him, but his fragile attention was distracted when he saw the boat let his brother Bill go in the direction of one of the drains that was still open.
His boat took several turns caught in a whirlpool before disappearing down the drain.
"Got damn!" He squealed in horror and completely forgot about the blond boy who slowly began to wake up from the boy's screams. Georgie ran towards the entrance to the drain with speed and slipping a bit until she reached the drain and bent down to look inside looking desperately for the paper boat that her brother made her with love and with Derry's newspaper.
The water made a hollow, wet noise as it fell into darkness. That sound gave her the chills. It made you think of ...
"Hey!"
The exclamation was ripped out like a thump.
In there were yellow eyes. Those kind of eyes that he always imagined, never seeing them, in the darkness of the basement. It is an animal, he thought, incoherently; that's all: an animal; maybe a cat that got caught ...
Still, she was about to run to help the boy; he would have run in a second or two, when his mind had taken over the dread of those two creepy yellow eyes.
He got up a little quickly and started backing toward the fainted blonde boy.
"Hello George" someone said mysteriously, the boy turned towards the boy, but he was still on the ground, writhing hard and blinking greedily.
George blinked and looked back down the drain this time without really believing what he was seeing inside the sewer. Inside the sewer was a clown, like the ones from the circus or the movies. He looked very much like Ronald McDonald, his face was painted white, he had strands of red hair on each side of his bald head, they were some entrances as his brother Bill and his father said. There was a big, goofy smile on the clown's face that was painted red.
The clown had a bunch of red balloons, like a tantalizing ripe juicy red apple. And in his other hand was the little paper boat his brother Bill made for him.
Oddly even with a passed out and bloody boy across the street, the adults around didn't even notice this, nor did the clown down the drain with a bloodlust.
Suddenly, the blond boy lying on the other side of the sidewalk suddenly stood up with a strange feeling in his chest and a tingling in his head. His wounds had healed, but he still had a strange feeling in his chest. It was like that time when he faced Orochimaru in the forest of death ... It was as if there was a candle inside his burning chest ... as Ero-Sennin described it ... Detex-detezhio-detection of negative feelings ! Sure, apparently it was kind of weird since no one of his generation, or well, no one in many generations had had that detecting ability ... but he knew that the old man and Kakashi-sensei called it the blaze ... he had even been able to feel Out of the ordinary things with this ability, remember to see brilliant ... and creepy people who always scared him away at the orphanage ...
But why was it working now? He never managed to use it at will, he could only use it when he was in danger but he was not in danger, right ?.
He awkwardly moved his head around, observing where he was. It was raining heavily and her tousled hair slid down in the pouring rain. His blood spilled around him moved with the small streams of water down the sidewalk. Her gaze met a boy the same age or perhaps smaller than Konohamaru crouched in front of the drain entrance.
Inside, he noticed viscous orange eyes that watched him and the boy with hidden malice. A sinister smile was drawn on the painted face of the clown.
"Do you want your little boat, Georgie?" It was that simple question that set Naruto's instincts on fire.
Georgie smiled back without noticing anything really wrong with the clown. "Of course!"
The clown laughed, an apparently innocent laugh, but that the glow could well notice, there was malice in him.
"Do you like balloons? What do you think! Do you want a balloon?" The clown asked him with that silly smile on his face. The boy held out his hand and Naruto tried to stand up from the ground using his hands as support, but he slipped in the attempt.
The boy then backed his hand away with speed. "My father told me not to receive things from strangers"
"And your dad is very right" replied the clown with the stormmouth smiling. George wondered how he could have believed that his eyes were yellow, if they were bright blue, a dancer, like his mom and Bill's eyes.
"Very much reason, I think so. So, I'm going to introduce myself. George, I'm Mr. Bob Gray, aka Pennywise, the Dancing Clown. Pennywise, this is George Denbrough. George, this is Pennywise. And now We already know each other. I'm not a stranger and neither are you. Right? "George giggled.
"No ..." Whisper Naruto without knowing exactly what the clown would do to the boy, but with only one thing in mind. The clown would hurt him or worse. Naruto tried to get up again and slipped on the hard pavement again. His body was numb, his wounds, or at least the less serious ones had healed but the fatigue was still there, it was as if his body wouldn't let him respond to his call.
"Right." He reached out again ... and withdrew it. "How did you get in there?"
"The storm brought me flying," said Pennywise, the Dancing clown. "It took the whole circus. Don't you smell circus, George?" George leaned forward. Suddenly it smelled of peanuts! Roasted peanuts! And white vinegar, which you put in the chips through a hole in the lid! And it smelled of cotton candy, fritters, and also, lightly, but powerfully, manure from wild animals. He smelled the exhilarating scent of sawdust.
And yet ...Yet underneath all that it smelled of flooding, unmade leaves, and dark shadows in stormy mouths. It was a musty, putrid odor. The basement smell.
But the other smells were stronger.
"Of course I smell it" he said.
"Do you want your little boat, George?" Asked Pennywise. "I ask you again because you don't seem to want it much."
And he held it up, smiling. He wore a baggy silk suit with large orange buttons. A bright, electric blue tie was spilling down his chest. In his hands he wore large white gloves, like Mickey and Donald.
"Yes, sure," said George, looking into the storm drain.
"And a balloon? I have them red, green, yellow, blue ..."
"Do they float?"
"What if they float?" The clown's smile deepened. "Oh, yes, of course they do. They float! I also have cotton candy ..." George held out his hand.
The clown grabbed his arm.
And then George saw the clown's face change.
"No ..." His whisper grew louder and louder "No!" I scream with renewed strength. "Stupid fox ... help me .." He thought, and then mentally repeated several times without receiving a response from his incarcerated "Listen to me for once damn it! If that child dies ..."
"If the child dies, what? What will you do to me? You are stupid to believe that you have the power to threaten me"
What he saw then was so terrible that the worst thing he had imagined about the basement thing seemed like a sweet dream. What he saw destroyed his sanity with a claw.
"Float" croaked the thing from the sewer with a voice that laughed like between clots.
He held George's arm with his thick, wormy fist. She pulled him into that horrible darkness where the water ran and roared and howled carrying the storm debris out to sea. George craned his neck out of that final blackness and began to scream into the rain, to scream like mad into the gray autumn sky that curved over Derry that autumn day in 1993. His screams were sharp and piercing throughout. All over the street, people didn't even look out the windows or hit the porches.
"He killed me ..." he said with determination shining in his eyes.
"Float," growled the thing, "float, Georgie. And when you're down here with me, you'll float, too."
The fox inside him growled before speaking. "All right..."
And the blond's body filled with new energy and he ran towards the boy in the yellow raincoat. He slipped several times on the road but that didn't matter, he had to save the boy. In his gaze there was Konohamaru ... he was himself those days when he escaped from the orphanage and found those horrible beings who would haunt him for the rest of his days ... The day he began to be afraid of ghosts .. It was just like this one, a rainy night, but he had no one to save him.
"Aaaggghhh!" He gave a war cry that was heard for blocks, but that only a few would hear. And then he kicked the deformed face of the clown that growled at him.
"The TuRtLe ..." Her voice was so distorted that it was indistinguishable from that of a short time ago.
The blonde took the boy in the raincoat in his arms and took a smoke bomb out of his bag. Then he threw it to the ground creating a cloud of smoke that blinded the clown. The clown fell back into the sewer with his eyes on a new prey that he would enjoy eating his guts like noodles and his eyes like meatballs.
"Maturin ... You had to meddle in this damn turtle ... but it won't do any good ... I will end up eating your hero ... and then I will eat you from the inside and enjoy drinking your blood." The clown's yellow eyes glowed in the dark, watching with a sinister smile as the blonde fled with Georgie in his arms.
"... And you will be the main course ..." And he returned to his hiding place at the Barrens for this day to catch prey tomorrow.
Not far from there ...
Naruto did not know where he was going, his instinct told him where to go. Fatigue began to overwhelm him little by little and he saw a house in the distance.
"... Home ..." Georgie whispered into her very weakly.
With the little energy he had left he ran with the force he had left, and as soon as he touched the garden of the house he fell exhausted to the floor.
Zack Denbrough had just come to go and help remove the sandbags that were in the dam yesterday in a hurry due to the storm that hit the city. Not far from home he managed to make out two silhouettes, both lying on his patio. Zack then ran to his home thinking what but.
Upon arriving at the patio of his home he saw his son and another boy the same age as his eldest son, Bill, both lying on the ground and bloody. Her son's right arm was badly hurt and blood was dripping down the wet grass. The boy next to him had a very large wound on his chest also bleeding quite a lot like his son. The pre-teen held the younger boy firmly in her arms with great force. As if he feared something would happen to him if he released it.
"Shit ... shit!" The man crouched down on the grass holding his head in his hands. "Linda call 9-1-1! Now!" His wife came out fast and I saw both children on the ground and covered their mouths to drown out their screams and then nodded to shock the house to make the call.
The ambulances didn't take long to arrive, and even then it was a miracle that they arrived so fast because of the slippery pavement.
The paramedics threw both of them on stretchers and loaded them into the ambulances.
From the entrance to his house, Bill Denbrough watched his mother cry uncontrollably in his father's chest, who was trying not to cry. Then his gaze drifted to the stretchers and he saw something he would like to forget ... his brother ... his precious younger brother ... he was missing an arm, he was cautiously and quickly brought up next to a boy his age that he did not know with a big chest wound, to an ambulance.
Bill came running to lock himself in his room to do one thing: Blame himself and cry for tonight.
Two weeks later...
His subconscious had always struck him as curious, it had taken the form of a sewer with many tunnels but ... never like this. No. This was not his mental landscape.
His mental landscape had large tunnels, and the walls and water had copper chlorine. This was different, the tunnels were much narrower, and there was no light, only darkness. Her legs ran in, going deeper and deeper into the darkness. A darkness that consumed him and did not allow him to think clearly, and the corridors became increasingly narrow that did not allow him to breathe.
He stopped suddenly, hit something ... A door ?. He took a few steps back, he really couldn't see anything, everything was very dark but if he managed to hear something ...
"At last I caught you, fox boy!" Something yelled at him from behind and knocked him down. The last thing he saw before waking up was the battered face of his attacker ... was he himself? ...
"Aaaggghhh!" In the real world he stood up suddenly and gave a sordid cry to the few in the room. Two nurses and a doctor.
The nurses tried to hold him by the arms to keep him inert and motionless in the hospital bed. He jerked so hard that the straps he was tied to the bed tore like a sheet of paper in front of the nurses' and doctor's eyes.
"Quick Doctor, the sedative!" One of the nurses yelled.
Wait ... sedative. The blond boy's gaze went alarmed to the doctor's hand and he was completely paralyzed. "... mmm. We could stop and talk like civilized people ..." He cringed a bit in place after seeing a liquid drip from the tip of the needle.
The doctor and his nurses saw his sudden change in behavior and recorded it in his mind for later. It was time to call the police to question the boy.
In a short time the doctors came out and some guys dressed in a blue uniform came in their place. The first of them was tall and stout with a small padlock beard. The other was taller even than the other cop, but this one was thin, pale, and hairless.
"So ..." said the stocky officer before taking a chair next to his bed and sitting on it. "Do you know why you're here child?" I ask him this.
"... Emmm ... why am I sick?" I affirm without really affirming anything.
"No ..." The thin policeman replied. "You are here child because you are accused of homicide" he said contemptuously.
"Than?" The blond shouted. "Why? What the hell did I do? You know, I did nothing! I swear I have never murdered anyone. I swear! All I did was take that child and run to save our lives from ... "What was he running from? How the hell did I forget ... It was that disturbing clown ...
"What were you running from, kid?" I blame the burly cop.
"I ..." He stopped at that moment for once in his short life of 13 to think before acting. "... I don't remember ..." It was better to lie to them this time. If he told them the truth, they would only take him for a madman and lock him in an asylum where for some strange reason they are not allowed to sleep.
"... I see ..." The thin policeman muttered in disappointment. There were really no charges against the boy. The family only testified seeing the boy hug his youngest son in a protective way, both with terrible wounds that seemed to be inflicted by the claws of a wild animal that tried to devour them. But this was more than anything a protocol.
"Do you have a dwarf family?" The thin policeman asked him. Naruto shook his head. "Do you remember where you came from?" Naruto shook his head again.
"Oh shit boy, you had to make it so complicated ... we will have to place you in an orphanage and enroll you in a school ... You have a name, that would only make the paperwork less lengthy." Naruto nodded.
"Yes. I am Naruto Uzumaki, but ... What happened to the boy? Is he alright? Is he injured? Is he still alive?" The boy threw several questions in an avalanche at the police officers.
"Easy, easy little friend. The boy is alive alone ... in a coma"
"In a coma, what is that?" I ask quickly.
"... He won't wake up for a while or maybe never, maybe he will die" The burly policeman said insensitively. The skinny cop nudged his partner.
"Or maybe I'll wake up in a month or two, right partner?" He hit his partner's side again.
"Right" he said painfully.
"... Can I go see him?" the blonde asked with a bit of caution.
"No, he's still recovering you and ..." The skinny cop gave him a threatening smile. "I see you well enough, why not? Even when we have no authority, no voice, no vote in a hospital." I try to make his partner see reason.
"Oh for the love of ... This heroic boy was able to save a smaller child from a wild animal, and all he wants is to see who he saved ... just this" he begged his partner who groaned before nodding .
Naruto saw the assent and taking it as a signal he gave a little jump from the bed and went out the door abruptly disconnecting all the devices. Then he came back and stuck his head out the door.
"Where is it?" Both policemen fell on their backs.
Later...
The doctors realized his escape but when they saw its good condition they let him go down to the hospital for a while, but with a guide. He had misled his guide and was running towards the boy's room, George as they told him his name was.
He ran very fast, he didn't really notice where he was going, he just thought. I thought about the clown, I thought about who the turtle was, and.
"Ouch / Ouch!" I collide with someone. He crashed into a boy as tall as Shino, his hair was black and his eyes were blue like his but more electric. His eyes were puffy and red, he had cried.
"Hey ..." He stopped and offered his hand, scratching the back of his head nervously, a habit that I think was younger. "You're good?" I ask him with a trembling and nervous smile.
"... Y-y-yeah, I-I A-am g-go-ood, thank you," I answer in a low voice.
"Hey, do you know where Room 217 is? I'm looking for someone." He asked nervously.
"... Yes" He answered without stuttering.
"It's over there" I point with his right hand to the next door.
Naruto smiled and thanked him with a nod, and on the way to the door, the dark-haired boy's hand stopped him, tears ran down his eyes and he said a single word.
"Thank you"
They would both stand there in the hallway talking, talking and getting to know each other. William or Bill, as he asked to call him, was Bill's older brother. The two became friends very quickly and did not know that they, together, and with the help of their future friends, would be able to subdue the clown of their nightmares. And they would become his personal nightmare.
The turtle's objective had been partially accomplished. There were still things the blonde had to do.
END OF CHAPTER.
Hello again, I wrote this after watching the movie and remembering when I read the book with my friends so long ago ... the idea also came because I recently read Dream Catcher where there is a mention of It's survival.
I hope and you enjoy it. As you will see, many things like the descriptions changed, even though that was more partial. Bill keeps his height but his hair is not red, I could never see him redhead, just like Richie, but I will try to be faithful to the book in more details, but I will add things from the movies.
I will also add horror / slasher movies such as: Evil dead, nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween, etc. And also not horror series but that would fit well, and as you notice also change the dates from the 50s and 80s to the 90s.
Ah, another thing. Forgive me if there are many misspellings in the chapter, and please. Dont be too hard with the history, and not. Is not because I am to bad with the critics, its because this story is some old, and I publish this chapter on Wattpad a few months ago on my perfil, remexie2. Whatever.
Bye Bye Bye.