Author's Note: The next two chapters are going to be the two separate times the Losers Club fought It. I made it this way since both times it would be BEYOND lengthy to fit into one chapter.

August 1989

It was eerie to see Georgie there, none of us were moving since were so shocked to see him.

He didn't look like his old self, I could see that in my own spot. For one, his whole appearance seemed…odd and off. Though the look in his eyes showed and resembled the pure innocence that was Georgie was there….he wasn't his true self. And secondly, he had no left arm.

It was bitten clean off, and It felt like I could see some of the remains there indented on his sweater he was wearing. I didn't know why I did this, but just seeing Georgie with only one arm made me instinctively reach over to grab my prosthetic arm within my fingers. It scared me to see it on someone so young, knowing this wasn't the real Georgie at this moment.

"I was looking for you this whole time, I couldn't find my way outta here. He said I could have my boat, Billy." Georgie explained in his tony voice, and although we were behind Bill the whole time, I could see how he was trembling in seeing his little brother there in the sewers of all places.

"Was she fast?" He asked with hope in his blubbering tone.

"I couldn't keep up with it," Georgie answered back, sounding so hopeful. As he was talking to Bill he was inching closer and closer, walking to seem innocent and slow, but we were all waiting for someone to abruptly happen.

" 'She' Georgie. They call boats, 'she'." Bill reminded him, almost sounding like he wanted to laugh.

"Take me home, Billy. I wanna go home. I miss you, I wanna be with mom and dad," Georgie asked using his voice to his advantage and showing off his big eyes like a puppy. This had to be a trick, maybe the rest of us could sense it, but we were waiting on Bill since this Georgie was looking right at him and no one else. Bill was about to cry, and at this point, he was crying since even though he wanted to believe this lie, he had to stay in reality.

"I want you more than anything to be home, with mom and dad. I miss you so much," Bill admitted though his tears. They were now inches from each other, Georgie staying small to Bill's height. Even the way Georgie was staring at Bill like he hung the moon was enough for anyone to think that this wasn't a trick in the mind.

"I love you, Billy,"

"I love you too, Georgie," Bill finally said to Georgie. Maybe we thought he was finally going to fall for this trick, and he thought this was real. But once he raised the gun and placed it right over Georgie's forehead, we were all stunned in silence. Georgie whimpered, looking one more time at Bill with pleading wet eyes.

"But you're not my Georgie."

As soon as the gun went off, I gasped in shock as Georgie's body fell to the ground in a heap. Bill almost crumbled from what he did, lowering the gun to his side and was shaking in his shoulders. I wanted to walk over to him and to get him away, to shield him from this pain that he was going through, but I was frozen next to Stanley. Even looking at Stanley for a brief moment, I saw he was just as upset from what we saw as I was. The only sound that was heard was the water running in the room and Bill sniffling.

Georgie's body, sprawling on the floor, started to violently shake.

The screech that came out of its mouth was deafening, not even human at all as what looked like an arm was slowing and gruesomely growing out of whereas the rest of the body was shaking so hard it looked like the body was having a seizure. Then we starting seeing the clothes were changing into what the clown would wear, including the red pom-pom balls on the feet and the ruffled white clown suit.

Suddenly, it stopped, the legs and arms growing out and the head suddenly shifting.

The body hunched up into a sitting position, the head rolled down as the red hair was now out and drool was coming down from the mouth. We all froze in terror as the head came back up and we finally saw the yellow eyes coming into place:

IT.

Immediately we started yelling at Bill to kill the clown since it was the perfect time to do so. Bill was so frozen as the clown was slowing getting some strength within itself.

"KILL IT, Bill!"

"KILLT IT! COME ON, BILL!"

Bill was finally raising the gun towards the clown, getting a little more bit strength now in his hand as he then pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. The others were still screaming, thinking that he was stalling, but when Bill looked at the gun in disbelief, Mike looked at him in shock.

"It's not loaded!"

It was like a switch within the clown switched on, and he instantly started to get to Bill. The first thing Bill trip to do was to throw the gun at the clown, but the clown was far too quick and latched onto the barrel with its teeth in a death grip. As a gut instinct, Beverly grabbed the fence post that Bill brought down with him, holding it in her hands in such a death grip as she looked at the clown in a fury.

"Let him alone!" She screamed as she reared the fence back to strike at him. The clown at the last second deflected the fence and was about to strike back at Beverly in retaliation. Mike stood in front of her, but the clown pushed him to the side with such force.

It was turning into an all-out fight of sorts. Each of us, apart from Stanley, were trying to take him on on our own. I even tried to at least get him myself, though it seemed foolish when the clown threw me off like the others. Towards the end, the group of boys was piling on the clown in thinking that they could get it all together. But the clown tossed them off, I even reached down to help Bill get up. But the clown was faster, grabbing Bill and yanking him away from me in an instant. I almost fell forward, but Stanley pulled me back before I could fall forwards. We all were frozen, seeing that Bill was trapped with Pennywise, its hands were grasping Bill both around his head and around his arm to keep them there. I watched the hand around his head go to his throat, which made us all feel a bit more threatened by it.

"Let him go," Beverly said to him with a hint of tears in her eyes and venom in her voice.

"No," The clown replied in a growl, all of us standing like we were in a square off, "I'll take him. I'll take all of you, I'll feast on your flesh as I feed on your fear, " We were all stunned silent to hear this. It felt like we could feel the threat going through all of us. But then the clown he held up one finger to us.

"Ooooorrr…you'll just leave us be. I'm taking him, only him. And then I'll have my long rest and you will all grow old and drive and lead happy lives until old age takes you back to the weeds," He explained to us in such a growl that it gave me the creeps. I didn't know what to do since it felt like we were giving the ultimatum: either all of us get taken by the clown or just Bill alone. There was nothing else to it, but we were slowly looking at each other to see if someone was going to say something.

My gaze went to Bill, He was giving me a look of devastation on his face. It looked like he was already accepting his defeat. But the others, what were they thinking? A part of me was willing to try and go over there and get Bill since the last thing I wanted was for Bill to be the one who had to be there.

"Leave!" Bill said to me, still being held captive by the clown who was smiling in glee, "I'm the one who dragged you all into this. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry, I'm s—s-s-s-s-sorry," He said it to all of us that were watching this unfold. The guilt he was feeling all this time was now pouring out and we were all witnessing him having a breakdown.

"Go!" Bill said to us now, pleading more than ever. None of us moved, and yet I was thinking that we should, Something, at least to me, was holding us back from doing what we wanted to do. Beverly was now looking at all of us.

"Guys, we can't," Beverly said to us, sounding a bit desperate to help Bill. Richie was the one who moved, looking away from Bill and having a bitter look on his face as he took a step in front of all of us.

"I told you, Bill. I fucking told you," Richie explained to Bill, "I don't want to die. It's your fault." I looked at him disbelief as he was looking angrier and angrier.

"You punched me in the face, you made me walk through shitty water, you brought me to a forking crackhead house?!" Richie listed them all on his fingers, getting louder and louder as he was going through everything on the list. We were looking at him in shock from how he was acting to Bill and the clown. He then walked over to the structure that we were all next to, reaching into it for a brief moment and pulling out a wooden baseball bat, a new glint in his eye as he was looking at the clown.

A new switch went off in Richie.

"And now, I gonna have to kill this fucking clown." He said in almost a threatening tone, grabbing the bat hard. The clown tossed Bill to the ground like a rag doll and squared off with Richie, roaring at him in anger.

"Welcome to the Loser's Club, asshole!"

He threw out a mighty swing, slamming the clown hard in the head as the clown ran towards him. It sprung in a new spark within all of us. We were taking turns with the weapons that we could find, no longer afraid. I rushed over to grab what looked like a worn-down hammer from the pile, whirling around to see how Stan was holding his pipe and was squaring off with the image of the demon lady that attacked him moments before. He swung back, no once of fear was left in him as the demon lady screamed at him when she was just about to attack. Mike went to his aid and took a swung, but the clown grabbed the rod he was holding by the tongue and wrapped it tightly for Mike to be stuck, its mouth opening wide and several burned hands were reach out to grab Mike. His face went blank in fear as he was trying to not be touched by the burned hands that were frantically trying to grasp him.

Ben came up from behind and stabbed its back with a thin pipe, the clown releasing Mike and shaking in the air as we could see some of the blood rising up in mid-air. But the clown then magically whipped around to face Ben and not Mike, its face contorted to look like some kind of mummy and the wrappings from its head springing out to wrap around Ben's hard. Ben was stuck as the wrappings were bringing him closer and closer, Ben crying out as he was trying to getaway.

"BEN!" I screamed in horror as Bill rushed over with a massive chain from the ground, smacking the mummy hard and releasing Ben. Ben fell to the floor as the wrappings let him go and the clown roared in retaliation. The clown fell to the ground on its knees, its head bowed as I rushed over to Ben to get him away. Yet when I was close enough, I saw the clown shifting again and a familiar growl come through its lips. I froze, looking back and seeing what I saw what seemed like so long ago.

The creature from the community pool.

One of its hands reached out to grab me, but this time I saw how contorted its face was. It was just as scary when I saw it for the first time back in June, how I was alone and it felt like no one was going to believe me. Was it going to be the same thing, though we weren't in the pool, now we were in the sewers? Something was different about this moment too compared to last time, I knew I wasn't alone.

The others could see it too now.

"ROBIN!" Eddie shrieked in terror as Stanley was rushing over to help me. Ben grabbed my arms to hoist me away as the creature was about to wrap it's slimy webbed fingers around my ankle to yank it towards its rows and rows of teeth. But I gripped the hammer that was in my hand, rearing it up above my head and slamming it hard onto the top of the creature's head.

The creature backed off instantly, which gave both Ben and Stanley enough time to pull me up and away from him as the clown was now coughing almost violently. It shifting again into something that looked like a man, though it was way more grotesque and awful to look at while it was looking at Eddie who was close by. Eddie grimaced as the creature instantly vomited on Eddie

Eddie coughed, shaking a bit as it was now covered in black vomit.

"I'M REALLY GONNA KILL YOU!" He screamed so loud, running towards the deformed man and kicking it hard in the chest. The clown howled as Beverly was sneaking up right behind him with the fence post hoisted up above her head when the clown's' face then turned to her, morphing into another face.

Her father's face.

"Hey bevy," Her father voice called out from the clown's mouth, "Are you still my little—"

She screamed like a banshee, slamming the end of the fence post right into its mouth and it started to gag. The eyes were rolling back and the face was morning back into the face of the clown, I stumbled a bit to walk over to Beverly and pull her away from the clown. The clown then coughed the fence post out of its mouth.

"Shit," Eddie grumbled as we were backing away a bit but still holding our ground. As one group, we were seeing the clown crawling backward on its hands and feet, looking at us almost in freight as we were now slowly walking towards them. Ever since Richie took the first swing, the shift within all of us was strong, it went from the clown now over to us. Now the clowns seemed a bit more afraid than he was before.

"That's why you didn't kill Beverly. Cause s-s-s-she wasn't afraid, and we aren't either, not anymore. Now you're the one who's afraid because you're gonna starve," Bill explained it to Pennywise as the clown was backing away to the opening in the ground where the water was going into. The clown did loo afraid, looking at each of us and seeing that we weren't moving or backing down. I was next to Stanley and Beverly, holding the hammer in a death grip and seeing some of the black liquid substance on the end of it. There was a piece of his head missing, almost split open like an egg as the cracks were seen on the top of its head.

"He thrusts his fits against the post and still insists he sees the ghost. he thrust his hands against the p-p-posts—" He was saying the same mantra Bill would say to calm his stuttering, but now it was almost like he was mocking Bill as his voice was getting more and more frail and agitated. Stanley, right next to Bill, reach down to grab the fence post that fell on the ground and he handed it to Bill without a word. Bill gripped it hard about to strike down hard when the clown was too fat, hoisting itself into the hole and gripping onto the edge for dear life.

We all rushed over, seeing how the black ooze was coming out of its head in slow motion as he was almost hyperventilating in the hole. It paused there for a moment before it was so still.

"Fear."

Soon, it was gone, down into the depth of the black hole.

None of us were moving since it felt like the clown could come back out and attack us again. But there was no sign of it, and I felt like I wanted to sigh in relief. We were all still wired from what we just did.

"Now I know what to write for my summer reflection paper," Richie said, almost in amusement as we were all together without the clown. I had to smile from that remark, even after we were all fighting off a demonic clown that could have killed us at any moment. I looked over at Stanley, seeing that he was still a bit stunned from what we went through, but there was a bit of a sigh of relief on his face. I felt a twinge of guilt seeing him with all of the blood all around his face, the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and the heaviness that was on his shoulder. He stared at me back, having me wish that I would will my body over to hug him.

"G-G-Guys, the bodies are floating down," Eddie stuttered as he was looking at the floating bodies around the structure. We were all looking too, seeing that they were slowing coming down from being elevated in the air, still rotating but coming down slowly. It was berries to watch them come down, almost bittersweet since it felt like this had to be some kind of sign that we defeat the clown…for now, that is.

Bill was moving away from us, over to the structure slowly and almost in a stagger as he was reaching for something that was matted into the piles of things. We slowly walked over too, watching as Bill was crumbling to the ground and holding something within his fingers and hunching over it. I could see the color of what it was, and I knew what it was instant as Bill clutched it to his chest and started to cry.

One by one, we were all surrounding him and wrapping our arms around him in an embrace. None of us said a word as we were letting him mourn and grieve with us being there in silence. My heart was pouring out of him at that moment, and it felt like whatever he was feeling was being engraved into my own soul.

We were silent as Bill was crying into Georgie's yellow rain jacket.