For a being with all the time in the world, I had very little left to use. My meals finished, though quick and only a short time to enjoy it, I found myself rushing to make my way out of Shawshank Prison.

Screams of the dying and the panicked intertwined as I left the havoc I started behind. The whole wing I had been kept in burned so intense that no one was able to get close enough to save those left trapped alive inside. Guards watched in horror as the flames licked at the closed entrance to the wing. Daring anyone to try and enter.

Sirens soon joined in with its own screeching as the fire trucks made way to the closest entry point to that part of the prison, but it would all be for show and little use. They'd have to wait till the heat began to finally die before entering. All measure of water having mysteriously been disabled from use. At least mysteriously to them.

As I slipped by as Robert Gray once more, dressed as a guard another guard and a bit of mental manipulation for those around me to pay little attention to the man walking away from the fire instead of running towards it, I had already jammed the valves before making my leisurely escape.

As much as I rather have just teleported back to Derry, I needed to keep some element of surprise in case this event got wind back to whomever was trespassing on my territory. In my previous weak human form I had little ability gauge on how strong my foe was. It obviously noticed my suddenly disappearance from Derry. Drawing all of my being and power inward to heal from the severe damage done by the Losers.

It was still likely it thought me dead and gone. A foolish thought that a being like myself would be killed so easily. Even the Losers wouldn't be able to fully be rid of me. With the lack of even knowing they wielding a small amount of 'Shine' with in them. Though the power they held as a whole in their lack of knowledge was strong enough to cause me troubles and great injury to cause a longer rest then I have yet to have.

I had always had a great strength and presence throughout the town of Derry, even when my predatory side was dormant and my human form took hold. My aura radiating a potency of warning to keep any others away, making this world as mine alone to hunt. Warding off any thinking of trying to take what was mine.

My human form of Bobby cherished the Losers. Wished to protect them. But with with myself whole once more, I knew after I got rid of this intruder that that no matter how much I yearned as Bobby or my full self, it would either be them or myself that would lose in the end.

In the past, I would have gladly have devoured those children quickly, rid myself of the danger and troubles they could bring me. Though something happened I didn't expect with time, that I would change and grew attached to even just a few of the mortals.

It started with allowing myself have just the one. 'What harm could come of one?'

It had been a foolish selfish act, but so many years alone, even a being with all of time and space can become lonely.

I must admit I enjoyed the time with my first human child, outside of being a source of foo, something new to me. Before my memories faded completely I felt an oddly overwhelming protectiveness. Even after, back in the form of Bobby, my mind felt the same. Though I never had expected the child to care to this great a degree for me in return. For any child for that matter. Not only had I gained Linda, but the Losers as well, though I knew if they ever knew the truth of me they would try and destroy me once more. For the time they thought Bobby was merely a normal human being used. If they knew it was but a form, a flesh prison, they would turn quickly on me. I should just allow the intruder to rid me of my problems. Allow it to hunt and devour the Losers, but it is too late. Even if I lie to myself and say I wish them to live because they are mine to hunt and seek revenge upon, it would be only a lie to myself.

The horror I had felt as Bobby, waking to find Georgie had been killed, it was not merely my human forms way of dealing with a child's death. Even if I were to admit it out loud, who would believe that event he feelings I felt as Bobby were the same I felt as my whole Pennywise. The memory of how Georgie died, locked away after returning to as Bobby, only to return now. The utter horror of having seen Georgie nearby after I had warned him to stay away from the sewers. For the whole group of them. Even with no memory of why at the time of my warnings.

Why did I warn them then if I obviously have a choice in who I kill and let live? The Hunger. The hunger upon waking is always too great. Having starved to the point of lashing out and devouring the first meal I can find. With little or no control over myself as I do so upon first waking as Pennywise once more. In the little control I had, I tried to make it quick in the end. I didn't wish to have Georgie suffer.

If anyone is to blame it is my father.

I once was able to roam free and control my every action. I admit in my youth I was foolish. Wanting to make my brother Maturin suffer in my jealously. Maturin, the favored son. Oh so special with his ability to create and build such wonderful and beautiful things.

I only did what I was made for. Destroy, kill, devour. Just happens those things were everything my brother loved and cared for in his life.

Oh how foolish I was to allow my childish feelings to control me so.

It all finally caught up to me when I went one step too far. Coming to Earth to attack my brother's most favorite mortals. Devour all I could with gleefully laughter and bloodshed. Cherishing the look of horror and sadness on my brother's face as he watched it all happen.

Oh how I should have known that the favored son would be heard and I would be punished.

Trapped on this planet until a foreseen point in time where I was allowed my freedom. To prevent me from destroying the whole of the planet in my anger of such unjust punishment, I was stripped of most of my powers and memories. Made to live among them as one of them until My Hunger grew too great and my need to be filled shattered my human facade.

Just so happened it would take around twenty seven of Earth's years for my hunger to reach such a breaking point. But ever so often, enough bloodshed and hatred would send me over the edge early. The hunger breaking me free once more.

If I hadn't been made to starve to such a point, Georgie would still be alive. Though neither Maturin or our parents I'm sure would listen if I made such a plea.

Regret and anger at myself for not having made sure Georgie had listened and stayed inside that day, another would have died in his place. All the children I cared for, safe inside. All but him.

This time I had the ability and the chance to prevent the others from being killed.

Some how a rare event was occurring and allowing me to prevent their loss and another being going unchecked to devour this world.

With Linda being here, I had little to no doubt it was my brother's doing that was making it possible for me to be awake fully, though it had been my time to hibernate. Bending rules in place so I could do something he couldn't.

You see, Maturin can not destroy, cano not kill. I was made to do just that. When what my brother created, built, or shaped began to erode, decay and die, I was to put an end to it. Keep the universe clean and put what was suffering out of its misery.

I didn't understand at first what came with such a job. Too young and freshly birthed. I didn't even know what death was before I was placed on my first world with its last living being. I had yet to know what fear and flesh tasted like. All was new and made me all the more curious to investigate, learn and explore.

It was from lack of being told how dangerous I was that my first kill occurred.

That my lights, even so young, are mesmerizing and deadly. Captivating enough to keep any from reacting, struggling, making a single sound. How strong the physical form I create can be. Hearing nothing but snapping and popping as I later learned as the sound of a weaker form breaking.

Something as simple as holding too tightly in a hug, something soft I wished to experience for the first time. To have the warmth of the being slowly sep out of it and upon me as a liquid. Both growing cold as the creature I held no longer moved.

In my confusion, I searched it, no matter how much I try to find out why it had stopped moving. Taking it apart to find the piece that needed to be fixed, only to find out that's not how living things with physical forms work. To see the look of horror on my brother's face as he saw the gore and confusion upon my own.

The mortal being was no different then that of an Earth dog, but it mad no difference to my child self.

To learn what I had done in my innocent search to understand was a horror to those around me.

In that moment any hope I had to get along with my elder brother Maturin was destroyed. I was nothing more then but a monster made to destroy what he loved in the most horrible and violent ways.

He didn't see the confused child searching for answers the he didn't understand would not come from the actions that he took. I didn't understand them as harmful and violent until later.

In time I gave up and embraced the monster my brother saw and my father had created.

Cause what else would be suited to get rid of what is no longer wanted then a monster.

Even trapped on this planet, I had taken my revenge on my brother during my punishment. Embraced my monster self.

But with time I had grown tired and lonely. Only after meeting Linda has I seen another side of myself as Bobby. I grew to yearn for those dormant years as well as dread them. Suffer the torment of hunger as it built inside only to have it explode each time.

The rare few too foolish to leave me be as Bobby soon disappearing upon Pennywise's return. The pleasure I took tearing each apart as I drew every last drop of fear from them.

That was what was needed, a monster. Cause what else is better to get rid of another monster then a bigger one.

I would embrace being that very monster my brother hated, fully and willingly.

Though, I did wonder, Maturin allowing Linda to be here with me, was he trying to give me a gift or find a way to control me?

Who in the end is the real monster?

Perhaps I'd have time later to ponder more on it or even ask him. For now I had no time to be distracted by wonders and questions.

As distance grew between myself and the prison, I shed the guard clothing. Shifting them to everyday clothing I would wear as Bobby, continuing my way to the bus stop. Slipping on without out a word to the driver or from them asking for my ticket. I took my seat at the back, thinking over what my next move should be.

Linda sat quietly beside me as I started out the window silently watching the scenery change. I pulled my aura inward as much as I could. Making myself appear as small and weak as possible to not only the humans around me, but to any being that didn't know me.

I'd use this to keep the trespasser unaware of my full awakened presence and hopefully catch them by surprise. I would have weeded them out and gauged their strength.

Even now greatly full and a great deal stronger I couldn't afford to let my guard down. I did that once already only a few days before with the Losers. I couldn't afford to do so again now.

Not with more then myself on the line. I had no doubt I would win in a fight head on with the trespasser, even with fresh wounds now healed that the Losers had caused. It was what the trespasser would do to the Losers, or even the town, I was concerned about.

I would need to catch it off guard and draw it away from the children. Make an example of it to any others that maybe sniffing about before killing it if possible.

Show that this is my town, my planet. That I am no weak easily killed being. I am an entity to be feared.

It had already made the mistake of underestimating me by thinking me dead. Killing my Linda and then placing the murder on me. How had it known Linda had been mine, that any of the Losers had been?

In the end I would need to clear the name of Bobby Gray. I had no plans of returning to my human form and spending it behind bars for the next twenty seven years as a trapped and tortured animal. I would make this trespasser regret thinking it could enter my territory and kill my humans. I would make them suffer, plead, scream, fear and ask for death before I am done with them.

My name would be feared once again.