IT2:The Children's Revenge
Chapter 7



The smell in the sewer was musky.
After the musky smell it smelled of sewage and after that it smelled like death.
That rotten acheint odor they had smelled years ago.
They made their way thru the sewers,they didnt need as much matches this time since cracks in the Earth above them made beams of sunlight peek thru.
It wasnt much but enough reason to save matches for more needful times.
They came to the end of a tunnel.
Bill remembered that there was a big drop here.
Then he remembered alot.
He remembered finding Audra's purse just outside the sewer entrance.
The Morlock tunnels.
He remembered Henry Bowers chasing them down here as children
He remembered Henry Bowers and his gang's screams of horror as It came before them.
He missed the drop and fell hard on his knees and elbows.
"Are you alright Bill"He heard Bev call.
He stood up and wiped mud and water off of him.
At least he hoped it was mud and water.
"Yes im ok....watch your step on that one."
"Right"
The others jumped down with out trouble.
Bill lit a match and they dragged on.
Beverly remembered the first time they jorneyed thru the sewers.
It wasnt just the sewer walk that was scary.
Before she even met her friends after lunch that day she had already been scared shitless.
Her father had chased her accross town,possessed no doubt by IT.
He screamed and yelled at her.
She thought she would never be so scared again in her life.
She was wrong.
After the first brush with IT,she went home.
She hesitated but went home.
She expected to be smacked to a bleeding pulp by her father but when she walked in he didnt do a thing.
He hadnt remembered what happen that afternoon.
And soon neither would she.
Richie began to remember some of the last bits for him.
He had remembered most of it but was missing only a few key points.
Like the first time he came accross IT.
He was sitting in the park by the Large plastic Paul Buonon Statue.
He remembered how it had been like a large figurine.
He had been chased thru the toy department by Henry and his toadies.
After ditching the team of dickheads he had been tired and didnt feel like setting out for home just yet.
He sat on the park bench near the statue of ol' Paul and dozed off.
He came too as he felt the force of wind press against his face as if some one had swung a large metallic baseball bat as hard as they could right in front of his face.
When Richie opened his eyes he expected to see Henry standing before him.
He still doesnt know which would of been better.
The angry face of Paul Bounon was nearly nose to nose with his small pale face.
Paul's eyes had gone bloodshot and he looked very much alive.
The axe that was once slung over his shoulder was then under his hand and good ol' jolly Paul was leaning on it.
But not for long.
Paul picked up the axe ,that Richie probally could not even move using all his might,and prepared to slice Richie in two.
Richie decided that wouldnt be very chuckalious and dodged the heavy blade of the axe as it cut thru the air and spilnterred the bench in two.
Richie remembered scrammbling over the ground,avoiding the axe over and over again.
Richie shuddered from the thought and Ben saw him shudder.
Ben had discovered something.
He felt something was missing besides Eddie and Stan.
Feelings were missing that were there the last.
Deja Vu was gone.
The first and second times down into the sewers were almost parallel to eachother.
Only minor differences had separated the first two as equal.
One they were older the second time.
Two they were missing Stan and Mike.
And three .....Ben couldnt come up with a third.
But Eddie and his splinted arm was not there.
That had really tied both occasions together for Ben the last time.
The fact that Eddie's arm was broken,the same arm mind you,on both occasions had tied them together.
Then a thought,a memory ran barefooted thru his mind.
He remembered how Eddie had died.
His arm was gnawed off by their friendly neighborhood Spider thing.
But Ben could not recall which arm,he suspected it was not the broken one.
Suddenly one spoke up.
It was Richie.
"I dont think its us man.We were It no.1's killers.We're done,out of the picture,history,last year's fad."
"Richie-"Bev had started.
"No Bev I dont wanna hear anymore Its just wrong.Eddie is gone.Stan is gone.LAst time there were signs that we were the choosen bastards.Well Bill where are our signs now?!I see none!"
Just then Richie foot struck something in the water.
He felt it slide forward an inch or two then he bent dowm,struck his hand into the murky browmn substance that might be water,might be shit,amd fummbled for the unknown object.
He was just about to give up since he was sick to his stomach from his face being so close to the foul smelling "water" and hated,was totally disgusted by the feel of it on his hands when the small thing struck his pinky.
He grasped it and pulled it out.
At first the thick,dark,liquid hid the object from being identified.
Then Richie had wiped some o it off.
Bill lit another match and brought it close to Richie's hand.
Richie could feel the warmth against his skin and it felt good to him.
They all gathered around Richie to discover what the object was.
Bill gasped as he discovered what it was.
Richie let out a somewhat disappointed,somewhat aggrivated,somewhat scared groan as he too found out what he fished out from the turd waters.
Then Mike,Bev and Ben too found it out.
What Richie had in his shit encrusted hand was an asthmna inhalor.
Richie wanted a sign and he had gotten it.
And if that wasnt enough for ol' Trashmouth another object came sailing down from the blackness and ploped on his head.
Dirty water dripped down his cheek as he slipped the thing of his head.
His hair was now wet,matted and dirty.
Richie adjusted his glasses and saw what he had in his hand was a book.
Bill brought the near dead match in close and they could all see the tital.

"The World of Birds"

The match went out and darkness consumed them once again.