1. You gave up paradise and spoke your own lie
It.
The drains were screaming again. It was three months since the strange things started up again. An earthquake which reached number seven on the Richter scale had once again divided the quiet streets of Derry as it had done 28 years ago at the end of the last nightmare. Now, as Henry and Jonsey were entering the city centre (both thinking about their three dead buddies), Bill Denbrough finally knew that the streets would no longer be quiet again.
"Do you ever wonder why we were spared Jonsey? Why should Duddits, Pete and Beaver have to save the world from the shit demons and die trying? Why shouldn't someone like the infamous Steven King lose his life? I miss them so much; it's been breaking my heart even more than ever for the past three months now," Henry was close to tears was he said this to his last remaining friend but, although he didn't know it at the time, he was also close to the end of his life.
"Same shit different day Henry. I do however feel the same way but I think part of the problem is Derry. Some-things wrong with this place. I've felt it all my life but I just pushed it to the back of my mind," Jonsey was of course right. There was a problem with Derry. A problem which has haunted so many citizens but has now named its four main targets. Jonsey was of course wrong about one thing, they were not going to get to the Derry airport as they had planned; in fact they weren't even going to get out alive.
It was alive. Bill Denbrough had made the mistake of thinking he had killed it 28 years ago but It was just sleeping. Pennywise (or that's what the clown calls himself) also holds a grudge. A grudge which has lasted for almost three decades. Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Henry and Jonsey were all going to find out just how bad this rage is. They will find out very soon in fact, as soon as Pennywise finds a poor old sole to test his bloodthirsty rage on.
Jonsey was asleep. His dreams (as always) went back to the events that happened in the snowy hills of Derry where three of his friends had died and in a place where the dreamcatcher finally let evil slip through. Back here in the streets of Derry, evil hadn't only just slipped through, it was living.
Henry was driving. He had been the one driving in a car with his late friend Pete when the shit demons had started to take over Earth. He had been driving when they had crashed into a tree and broke Pete's leg, which was of course the last time he saw Pete alive. Before evil, slipped through. That didn't matter now. These thoughts crossed his mind continuously until he entered, for the first time in three months, a deep dreamless sleep.
Sirens woke them both up. Henry opened his eyes to see two paramedics driving him to the Derry home hospital, but was it the sirens that woke him up? No. What was it? He couldn't think what it was for a moment then it hit him, some-one staring at him. Eyes had been watching him from the drains as the paramedics lifted him up into the ambulance. The eyes belonged to a form that looked like a clown.
Bill Denbrough was not scared. There was only one reason for this; he had some-one to turn to. Mike Hanlon was still alive and that was what mattered. With the help of Mike, Bill could destroy It. The only problem was, to kill It; some-one would have to sacrifice themselves.
It was alive. Derry was alive.
