I staggered back out of the small cavern I was in, shaking all over from what just happened to me. Things were still chaotic all over the cave, but I didn't see the others there. That made me panic, looking around for any signs or Bill, Beverly, even Richie or Eddie for that matter. This made me worry, but not as much as I could see Mike being alone out in the open, facing off with the massive clown.

Damnit, Mike.

Slowly, I walked along the wall of the cave, trying not to be seen or noticed by either Mike or the clown since I had no idea what to do. It was scaring me that we were at this point in all of this, serrated from each other and the clown was massive enough to take on all of us. What was the next move? All I could do now was think as I was trying to move so silently, even though the cackling of the light and the roaring of the clown that was staring down Mike.

Mike of course was standing his ground, looking at the clown with no resistance or nothing holding him back.

"I know what you are. That's whyI'm not afraid of you," Mike sheered at the clown, though the clown was growling back at him. Within a split second, the limb of what seemed like a sea creature reached out and wrapped itself around Mike's body to trap him. When the end of the limb was right under Mike's chin, a thin claw was against his throat and was barely pressing against his skin. I froze, seeing all of this unfolding in front of me as I wanted to move to help him. But what was I to Pennywise?

I looked over to the right, seeing that seemed to be a massive boulder that was pressed against the wall and was the same level as the clown and its deformed body. I had a stupid, suicidal, and yet logical idea then, looking down at my pocket that was heavy with something I could use against the clown. It was a suicidal chance of course, and of course, the possibility of me succeeding in this was very slim. But I still reached deep in the pocket pulling it out and holding it in my hand like a death grip.

Henry Bower's knife.

"I know what you are….a mad man," It said down to Mike. I could see what it was about to do to Mike, the same thing that happened to Beverly when we were kids. There was something that was turning within me that made me want to defend Mike, but there had to be a proper way to do it. Out fo the corner of my eyes, I could see Bill coming out from what seemed like water with Stanley right behind him, both of them soaked to the bone as they were seeing what was going on with Mike. It made me remember what I felt when I was in that awkward dream state moments before.

Pennywise tried to convince me that my friends only pitied me as their friend, almost making me feel like an object to them and nothing more. But I broke away from it, I knew that it wasn't real and that this was all trick. I didn't know how to explain it, or who I could be willing to break away from it, but I was still concrete in my notion that this clown wasn't anything without fear. I knew I was brave, my friends saw that in me and they would show me that for as long as I could remember. Not being able to remember them the past 27 years, all thanks to this town and the curse of his clown, it made me more determined to not lose them again.

I can't lose them again.

Placing the knife in my back pocket, I was carefully creeping up on the side fo the boulder, trying not to slip. It was a bit harder since some of the edges of the rock were cutting into my hands and legs as I was attempting to rock climb. It took a few moments, even with one hand, and as I was getting right to the top of a smooth part of the surface, I stood very still to make sure I wasn't going to get seen by the clown just yet.

What in the hell was I thinking?

"Hey, fuck face!" My attention was then taken away from the clown. We were all looking over at the far end of the cavern. A massive rock was thrown right into the face of Pennywise, having me see him shake his head a bit. On a ledge, almost at the same level as where I was on my own boulder, was none other than Richie. He was looking dead on with the clown, a small opening right behind him. Pennywise dropped Mike out of its arm, Mike grunting as his injured arm slammed into the ground in a heap. Ben and Beverly were coming out from another small hole in the wall to the right, both of them were covered in dirt. But Beverly looked worse since it looked like she was caked in blood.

"Wanna play truth or dare? Here's the truth: you're a sloppy bitch!" Richie called out to him in a cackle, leaning down to grab another rock to hold it in his hand, "Yeah, that's right! Let's dance, yippie kayak mother—"

He was silent, his face going beyond slack as his eyes were dead white. I was frozen in my spot from seeing Richie like this, a bright light blasting into his face from Pennywise's direction. This was one of my worst fears: Pennywise getting to one of us. It made me feel like a deer in the headlights, but it was nothing compared to what It was doing to Richie. All the rest of us could do was watch in horror as this was all happening.

Reaching into my back pocket I took out the snitch knife, gripping it in my hand as I looked down at the object. This very knife that almost killed Mike, that carved into Ben's stomach when we first met him that summer, and that almost killed both Mike and me in the library hours before, was now in my possession. Such a small piece of metal that brought plenty of hell over and over again, and it was going to be everything I would use against the face of evil.

But before I could even think of doing it, someone else beat me to it.

"BEEP BEEP MOTHER FUCKER!"

I shot my gaze up right at the moment when I saw something flying high into the air and in the mouth of Pennywise, breaking the deadlight trance on Richie and having Richie fall to the ground like a rag doll. It was Eddie, who looked just as shocked at what he did.

"Holy Shit!" He gasped after seeing what he did. Pennywise was crumbling, spazzing out and rapidly wiggling around in pain as it tilted its head back. I saw the rusty fence post that Beverly brought poking right out from the mouth of It. Eddie whipped back around to peer over Richie as he was still unconscious, trying to get him to wake up. I had to smile, thinking that we had the advantage in this battle.

But my smile was now gone as I saw one of Pennywise's reach backward, almost like it was winding up to strike. The long blade at the very end curved down like a Scorpion's tail, aiming high and right above its head right down and directly at Eddie's back. I could see it all play out in my head: Eddie being stabbed from behind. It could only take a few moments, a split second.

I took a leap of faith, which was all I had left thrashing in me, and I threw the knife hard in the direction of the clown.

The knife sunk right into its back, Pennywise roared out in retaliation from how I stabbed it. It felt almost nostalgic, stabbing evil with evil. But it was the only option that I could think of doing since it was going to get the clown away from Eddie. I was shocked by what I did and how it was evolving, not being able to see the injured limb thrashing in the air for a millisecond before it whirled around in my direction. The limb was coming so fast that it was so hard to see since it felt like a blur in front of my eyes.

The massive tree trunk sized limb struck me hard and abruptly, having me scream out from the white flashing pain that I felt all over me, but mostly in my hip as I was slammed up and hard against the wall. I was rolling off the boulder and down onto the ground in a heap. My head was spinning a few times from the assault, and my whole body was numb. I couldn't breathe for a moment as everything within me was in blinding pain from the impact on me, the feeling of being hit by a truck.

"Robin! Holy shit, Robin you okay?!"

Bill and Stanley were rushing over to me, seeing me crumbled against the wall on the ground. Both Bill and Stanley and knelt in front of me to see what was going on as I then felt something was wrong in my body. I was shaking, my breathing was feeling shallow and my rleft side was….something wasn't right.

"Hey, look at me," Stanley said in urgency as I was looking down at my legs and then at him, "You're going to be fine, okay?" He looked panicked seeing me on the floor, his eyes were a big as saucers as he was making me concentrate on him. But I could feel something felt very off. I looked down briefly, both Bill and Stanley were going the same too as I had my hand that was resting there on my left side taken off. I held my hand up shakily, the three of us seeing my hand caked in blood.

Not caked. It was smothered.

"Holy shit," Bill said in horror, looking down at my rleft side near my hip and thigh. Both Stanley and I looked too, seeing the damage. All of my thigh and my hip was bloody, no sign of my skin there, and one deep slice was seen along the edge of my hips and thigh. Blood was seeping out of the wound and my brain was slowly going into shock from what I was seeing. My bloody hand was shaking in midair, my brain going to panic and in a frenzy. I was going to bleed out.

I was doing to die.

"W-W-We need to get her out of here," Bill said to Stanley in a rush, looking around for a brief moment to find the others. I couldn't move my head since it was starting to feel so heavy, but I then saw Stanley reach over to lace his pale fingers in my bloody ones. He was petrified in his spot on his knees next to me, only for a moment since I was looking at him in panic. This was all happening and my brain was spinning out of control.

"Guys! Over here," I heard Ben away from us, Bill and Stanley getting their arm around my back to get me up. I squeaked from the pain, it was worsening up for me since my whole left side was threatening to go numb from the massive slice in my skin. They were rushing, having me in the middle as they were carrying me in a fast walk along the sides of the wall and over to the opening where we came from. My head was leaning against Stanley's shoulder since it was getting harder to keep it up. Everything felt like slow motion to me and I was getting my head wrapped around what could happen to me very soon.

"Put her here," Bill and Stanley carefully placed me against the wall, having me blink a few times to see where we were. We were back in a smaller cavern, the one cavern we crawled through from the sewers seemed so far away. The roaring of my heartbeat banging in my ears as they others were surrounding me and seeing what happened. Stanley kept his arm wrapped around my upper back, almost having me lean all of my weight on him instead of the cave wall as he wasn't letting go of my hand within his own. They all looked like they were beyond scared, the blood drained from their faces as we could hear the screaming and thrashing of Pennywise back in the main dome area.

"COME OUT AND PLAY, LOSERS!" Pennywise roared as it was thrashing against the wall to tear it down and get to us.

"Guys this looks bad," Beverly said in a quivering tone, afraid to even touch my hip as I was just gasping for air at this point.

"She's hurt real bad. We need to get her out of here, you guys," Richie said in worry as I could see behind his almost broken glasses he was about to be in tears.

"How are we going to do that, Richie?" Beverly asked him back. Ben was moving away from us and me, having me want to reach out to him as he was looking around us, maybe to find a way out of here. Eddie quickly made his way over to my left side, framing my face within his hands and having me look at him drearily in the eyes. I could see the panic on his face from what he did and what was happening to me, but then again he was trying to stay in control.

"Robin, look right at me, okay?" He asked over the sounds of the thunder banging that was happening right outside our safe area. I nodded my head carefully at him, though I was wanting to scream and panic, "You need to take even breaths, in and out nice and easy, or else you're going to go into Hypovolemic Shock, or even make yourself bleed to death. You're not gonna die in here, not in this shit hole, understand? We're not going to let that happen to you, none of us, okay?"

I gulped and bowed my head, squinting as my hip shifted on the ground. Eddie looked down at the wound briefly before he rolled his shoulders and looked at the others.

"Bill, Stanley, give me your jacket and sweater. Richie, your jacket. Now!" He told the three of them as he was stripping off his maroon jacket. All three of them stopped off their pieces of clothing and handed them to Eddie. Eddie was rolling them into thick lines as he was then trying to tie them around my hip and thigh. I squinted in pain from the fabric touching my open wound.

"What are you doing, Eds?" Richie asked, not understanding.

"We need to slow the bleeding as much as we can, or she'll bleed out down here before we can even get out of this shit hole," Eddie explained as he got Bill's shirt on first, then going for Stanley's sweater, "This will buy us some time." Hearing the scratching and how Pennywise was thrashing against our cavern to get to us. I then had to tell them what I remembered, what I went through on my moments before all of this happened. I found my voice, finally, though it was weak and almost hoarse.

"I made him…I made him feel…feel small," I tried to push out, yet it was hard as they were all watching me intensely, "I did it before….back at Neibolt when we were…we were kids. He was weak….so weak…" I grunted, not being able to say anything else as my hip shifting again and I cried out in pain. Looking down, I could see the Bill's shirt was already soaked through, Eddie's jacket partially dripping and Stanley's sweater was doused red.

"The Shokopiwah," Mike said suddenly, all of us looking at him now as his face showed that he realized something, "All living things must abide by the laws they inhabit." I didn't know what he was saying at first, yet I was the one who was on the ground and slowly bleeding out from a stain wound. But the others, I saw it on their faces, they were understanding what he was talking about. Ben was poking his head out of a sliver of a hole across from me.

"Guys! There's a passageway, through here!" He explained as Beverly then looked up at all of us in determination.

"The tunnel! Pennywise has to make himself small to get through the entrance of the cavern, right?" She asked all of us, the rest of the group nodding in agreement, "Okay, so, if we can get back there, we can force him down to size! We make him small, small enough so we can kill him!"

They were all then realizing what was needed. I wanted to agree with it, but since I was on the ground with a busted hip I was basically left out of the conversation. But they all were determined since it sounded like the right thing to do. What else could we do? I even looked over at Stanley, seeing how he was crumbling next to me from seeing what was happening to me.

He looked heartbroken, his face showing intense pain and sadness as he was looking down at my bloody hip. I wanted to talk to him, to tell him that I was fine where I was, but there was nothing left in my voice. The only thing I could do was squeeze our laced hands together, seeing his eyes looked right at me. His eyes were filled with tears, but he still looked strong in how he was watching me carefully and protectively. The energy I thought I had in my was slowly slipping, painfully slipping with every breath I was trying to use.

The room shook again, another blow against the wall as Stanley instinctively reached over to cover my head with his hands and Eddie covering my body with his. If we were going to stay down here in this one spot any longer, then we were going to die altogether.

"We need to move," Bill said to us as we were going to follow Ben where he was. Eddie and Stanley hoisted me up, my arm going around Stanley's neck as he wrapped his arm around my waist and Eddie doing the same on my other side. They both carried me across the way to the small opening, the others going in front of us. Eddie went in first before he reached over with his hand to grab my elbow. I used my now good foot and leg, hopping awkwardly, and grunting with each step.

"I can smell your fear!" The clown sneered at us almost toying with our emotions. I was trying not to focus on the clown as much as I was getting laxer and laxer in Eddie's embrace as he was helping me lay on the side of the wall that we were all now in, away from the sight of the clown. I was feeling heavier than I was before, and I could tell my vision was almost starting to get blurry because of how much blood I was losing.

Once we were all together, I was blinking rapidly and trying to stay awake. it was easier said than done since now I was feeling numbness all over. But I looked out at the opening where I knew the clown as waiting to kill us. If we can finish It, we had to do it now. They had no, not me. Bill was looking too, seeing the rage billing underneath his skin as he was looking out the same opening. I saw him then look over at me, our eyes locking. Silently, I was telling him to finish off the clown, once and for all.

He got what I was saying.

"Let's finish Him," he said to the others, all of them were rallying around him slowly. I was still paralyzed from moving out there with them, but as I watched them all one by one get up and walk out to the opening together. The only one that didn't move was Stanley, who moved to kneel in front of me and placed his hand on my hip that was covered at least four times, his other hand on my arm to rub soothing circles. I could tell he didn't know what to do at that moment as the others were going out there.

"Go," I said to him, seeing him watch the others with his wide eyes, "Stan, go with them, they need you."

"I'm not leaving you here," He said without hesitation, having me stay quiet for a moment before he took in a shaky breath and looked back at me.

"It's okay," I reassured him, sounding so soft about it. His face shifted, almost like I slapped him hard across the face as I was telling him what was on my mind. Of course, it sounded selfish for me to say it since we were facing our number one enemy.

But at that moment, knowing that I spared Eddie's life and maybe the others and that I knew that my friends loved me more than anyone else in my life…a small part of me was saying that it was okay that I let go in that moment. I was willing and fine with it since it felt like everything else beyond this wasn't going to be worth it. Man, did I sound pathetic in my own head just saying it mentally, but I didn't care.

"No, it's not," Stanley said, almost on the verge of tears as he was looking at me in such disbelief since I was being so calm, "It's not fucking okay! You shouldn't be bleeding out like this here in this fucking place!"

"No one should," I said in agreement, squint as I tried to sit up a bit. I weakly almost slipped to the ground from how much strength I was losing as the minutes were going on. Everything within my body was going cold, and although it was scaring me, I almost felt as peace with where I was and with what was going on.

Stanley grabbed my one hand in both of his, not knowing what else there was to do as he was looking at me dead in the eye, his eyes were wavering and his hold on my hand was very strong and possessed.

"Robin, you stopped me from dying," He explained plainly to me, "Even when I was ready for it. And now I'm going to do the same thing for you, okay?" I didn't say a word since he was telling the truth. We were in a switched role not even three days ago, back in Georgia in his home. He didn't want anyone to save him, and yet I did. So now that I was here okay with dying, Stanley was going to save me.

"I'll be right here," I reassured him softly, looking over at the others at the structure. They were all huddling over what seemed to be Pennywise, who was getting smaller and smaller with what they were saying to him. I could only hear a few of the phrases they said to him, but they were vicious and they were trying to tear Pennywise. Out of all of us that had to face It, Stanley was meant to be there with the others.

"You need to go with them," I said to Stanley, seeing him say nothing as he was looking at the others too. I squeezed his hand and looked at him sternly with the last bit of energy I had in my body, "Look at me! I'll be fine right here, but you need to go there and get rid of that fucking clown."

"But I'm…" he trailed off, biting his lower lip with what he wanted to say was right there on his lips. Of course, he would be hesitant in his moment, like he was when we were kids. Second-guessing himself even at this time when it seemed as if we had our backs to the wall. It made me smile at him, pulling him down a bit to rest his forehead on my own. We both took in a breath as I closed my eyes and just felt Stanley right against me.

This to me was soothing, knowing that my friend whom I was in love with all this time was near me while I was on my last leg. This would be worth it, holding his hands and breathing in a distinct smell that was only Stanley. If this was going to be the last thing I was going to do while I was alive, as stubborn as I was, then so be it.

"You, Stanley Uris, are one of the strongest men I know," I said in a staggered breath, "That's why I love you so much: that strength inside of you that makes you...you."

Stanley and I looked at each other again, but our gazes were a bit softer then. I made me remember when we were kids, meeting for the first time in the cafeteria. The look he gave me that made my stomach loop and twist all these years later. It was a look that I felt like I was searching for in someone else in my life, and yet he was there in front of me all this time.

"Please go to them," I said now in a breath, feeling his hands almost releasing me carefully as I nodded, "Kill that fucking clown once and for all,"

Stanley gulped, almost shifting onto the tips of his toes as I could him roll his shoulders with a new fleet of strength. He leaned down and kissed my bloody hand in both of his own before he stood up and walked over to the others, his walk was stern and thorough. As I watched him walk away, my own heart was feeling warm and triumphant as I felt as though I told him what I needed to tell him. He was joining the others and the downfall of Pennywise, even from my spot I couldn't see the clown but I saw that they were towering over him now since he was no bigger than my foot.

"Look at you…you're all grown up…" The clown muttered from its spot in the middle of the structure. I could hear it, a small smirk on my face as my eyes were getting heavy and my body felt like it was melting to the ground with every breath I could. Before I could pass out with nothing left in me, seeing all of my friends about to crush the clown to its death was enough to have me utter once more phrase. Although it was a whisper, I knew the clown could hear it:

"You fucking pathetic clown."

I sighed, letting my eyes slip shut against the wall of the cavern as the remaining black heart of Pennywise floated to the sky.