Flashes of images moving so rapidly across the backs of her eyelids she couldn't keep up, barely catching the barest of glimpses here and there of things that seemed to float around her mind a little longer and disappear a little later.

A large body of water turning red with blood.

Thousands upon thousands of screams running together to the point of turning into a steady stream of white staticky noise.

A group of children facing an image of themselves as adults.

A man painting his face chalk white before reaching up to above his eyebrows and hatefully ripping the skin down to the corners of his mouth giving himself a twisted, bloody, smile.

And a pair of lilac eyes shifting into a fierce inky black bottomless depth.

Lia bolted upright, her heart beating frantically, her vision blurry, and her ears ringing harshly.She was utterly disoriented.

Slowly the room around her focused and she felt her self slowly calm down as everything settled into place, she was at home laying on the floor of her bedroom in front of her bed. Books galore, strewn around her and in her lap. She had one of her pillows tucked under her arm and she had her legs crossed meditation style. She felt so many painful cricks in her muscles but she didn't make a single sound of discomfort as she simply laid the book down and stood up to stretch.

Wincing once her bones started popping she sighed, she was utterly exhausted and felt her eyes swollen from lack of sleep the last week. Turning to grab her towel and shower supplies she had just reached for the door when a bone chilling invisible wind rushed through her and swept around her room yet it only bothered one book even though there were many other books still left open.

Lia watched as the open book's pages rapidly flipped in the impossible wind before suddenly disappearing as the book settled once more. Slowly but surely Lia sighed softly and eased forward towards the book, bending down she scooped the book up careful not to disturb the new page that it was on before turning the book around and read the title of the chapter the book was on.

The Bird People of The Choctaw Legends

Lia felt bile rush up her throat causing her to scramble for the small trash can just beside the desk behind her, Bird People? Why did that bother her so much? What did it mean? What did it have to do with her?

Harshly gaging Lia gasped for air pulling her head up before shakily glancing down only to notice she still had the thick book clutched in her hand, the title was written as International Tales of Powerful Creatures.

She suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to hide in that large hole under Niebolt House.


"Just ask her if she can help us!" Eddie scowled at his friends looking up from pretending to dig through his fanny packs.

"I d-d-don't wa-wa-w-wanna drag her-r into this." Bill stuttered out giving a shake of his head for show.

A loud scuff sounded causing every one to glance at the only female of the group who looked down at the boys with a look of annoyance and disbelief.

"No one knows Derry better then Lia. If she's seen the clown too having her on our side will give us an advantage in defeating IT."

The boys knew she was right they just didn't like the idea of risking another life let alone someone they all individually classified as a friend.

Lia was always kind to Eddie regardless of his mom even when his own friends took jokes a bit far some times.

Lia never made Bill feel bad about his stutter or cut him off as if what he had to say was unimportant.

Lia never showed prejudice against Richie and Stanley for being Jewish, for Stanley she always showed interest in his desires and not what his father expected and for Richie she was the only one who could match his wit and sass and put him in his place easily enough.

Lia never made Mike feel like an outsider.

Lia never showed hatred towards Beverly.

And since Ben showed up she never once used his insecurities or loneliness against him.

She was always the exception. Everyone who came in contact with her felt her warmth and her genuine kindness and care for those that deserved it. She never hesitated standing up for the underdogs even if she stood alone but although Lia was wonderful she was also very dangerous and everyone knew that there was just something about the purple eyed young girl you didn't push. They just knew it wasn't a good idea to be on the wrong side of her.

No one wanted to be her enemy. Not even the adults.

Bill sighed heavily, he knew his friends were right. They needed the older red heads help if they were gonna put the clown down for good.

"I'll t-t-talk to her."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.


Lia had just shut her front door when she thought she heard her name called only to turn with a start as she was faced with Bill standing in her front yard. His face sheepish for frightening her with his hands shyly shoved deep in his jean pockets.

Where Stanley and Eddie both had been picking on him since Beverly joined the group thinking that Bill had a crush on the girl it was really his closest friend Richie who knew the truth. Bill Denbrough had the most hopeless of all young teen crushes on none of then Ophelia Quinn, the tall, curvy, older, deep burgundy haired, inhuman lilac eyed beauty with a disarming smile and an all seeing glance who humanized the bullies and kept the underdogs from arms grasp.

The first time Bill ever laid eyes on Lia he thought she was the Angels his momma always talked about walking amongst man, she just didn't seem to be real and when she smiled at him or spoke his name Bill found himself suddenly feeling like everything would be ok in the world. That he would be ok even when he didn't feel that ok to begin with.

Swallowing hard Bill gave a light cough and a playful wave of his hand to the older girl trying to ignore how mesmerizing she looked as the sun broke through the clouds just over her porch, the sun hitting her hair made the burgundy turn to a vivid crimson, like freshly spelt blood.

"Jesus!! Will you scared me!" Lia scowled playfully as she made her way down the steps closer towards him.

Bill smiled fondly. Lia called him Will affectionately instead of Bill as everyone else did.

"Sorry O." Bill apologized doing a victory dance in his head for not stuttering.

Lia chuckled in amusement at the nickname he gave her when they were kids. O. It was easier then saying Ophelia and sounded more personal then Lia to Bill who noticed she mostly called him Will so he wanted to do something similar.

The boy was lovesick.

"What can I do for you Will? I thought you'd be off getting into trouble with your buddies."

The pair began to walk down the street heading in an unknown direction as Bill worked up the courage to ask the hard questions.

"I need to ask you something."

Lia stopped short causing Bill to stop as well. She looked at the boy, really looked at him and knew the look his eyes held all to well. The look of someone deeply troubled by things they had no control over.

"Of course Will. You can ask me about anything, what's going on?" Lia softly comforted reaching out to lay her hand on his shoulder ignoring the shot of energy that ran up her arm.

"Have you seen something that you can't explain? Something that's not normal? Not-" Bill drawled off his voice getting softer "Not human."

Pennywise.

Lia knew exactly what Bill was trying to ask her, had she experienced the clown's mayhem that was going around town. Lia almost smiled but bit the inside of her cheek so hard she faintly tasted blood. She knew Pennywise had been causing issues in abundance. The giant lumberjack trying to attack Richie, Ben getting chased by Bev who turned into a flaming monster who made him hide in his locker, Eddie trying and failing to save his mother from the leaper, she could go on but she knew. She always knew. Anything. Everything. It made her stomach sick causing her to bite her lip, she always fucking knew what happened even if she hadn't seen or heard it or even been told and times like now it kinda pissed her off but a deep dark part of her relished in the terror that was staining the air of town nowadays and the blood that stained the soil.

She wasn't afraid of much, but herself? Herself was starting to scare her a little.

"You mean the clown?" Lia blurted

Bill paled causing Lia to burst out in laughter. Genuine, belly aching laughter.

"Oh come on kid! This is Derry! Nothing ever stays hidden for long." Lia playfully grinned giving his arm a soft punch before walking ahead of him only to stop and look back.

"My best advice to you and the rest of your buddies is simple Will, leave it alone or die. You can't fight something like that and expect there not to be any backlash. You got no idea what you've stumbled upon Denbrough. And sadly neither did Georgie." Lia made a tsk sound and shook her head before turning and walking away leaving behind a stunned and horrified Bill.


Lia spent the rest of the day walking around the town and exploring every nook and cranny. By nightfall she was on the other side of downtown where the Derry Carnival is always held and found herself glancing over the bridge down into the moving waters below just as a train coming barreling down the train tracks over above her on the train tracks. She didn't flinch, she found herself lost in the movement of the dark water in the night atmosphere and faint glow of street lamps.

Sudden small thumps thumps thumps could be heard quickly approaching from the distance but she made no move to turn around and see where the noise was coming from, she already knew. Footsteps. Small, wobbly, terrified footsteps.

Suddenly the sound of small whimpers and pathetic sobs joined the thud of those small foot steps before the sound of impact as the child crashed into the asphalt and began to cry harder.

Lia sighed and turned around to see a small little boy about five or six years old, dirty, bleeding, bruised, terrified.

Looking around there was nothing and no one in sight but she knew that he was here and he was near by and he was hungry.

Steadily walking forward she crouched down directly in front of the sobbing little boy who looked traumatized and she felt nothing but indifference. This was life. Balance. Life and Death. Always a beginning and an ending to everything.

In order for Pennywise to survive he had to eat as did any other living creature in existence, he just so happened to feast off of other living creatures. Human ones at that. Was it all really so different? Nah, it was all balance. In order to keep him alive he had to feed. She felt an overwhelming protectiveness, nurturing need, and fondness for the clown like creature and she wasn't entirely sure why just yet. She didn't mind it though In fact she embraced it.

"I want my mommy!" The little boy screamed his eyes clouded with tears as his nose drip thick snot and his mouth leaked drool down onto the asphalt and his hands as he curled into himself.

Lia pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and flicked her lighter but the flame wouldn't flicker so she tried again, and again, and again she scowled in annoyance roughly ruffling her hair.

"Your mommy isn't gonna find you kid." Lia gazed down at the kid her usually light lilac eyes were a harsh murky purple-brown color.

The poor little boy slowly looked up at the red head only to scream in surprise as she snatched him up by the front of his filthy T-shirt and hosted him up off the ground his little feet dangling and fiercely kicking in the air as he cried harder and dug his nails hatefully into her hand that held him carelessly in the air.

Lia chuckled around her cigarette before taking it out of her mouth and whistling through her teeth

"PENNYWISE!"

Lia threw the small boy into the air single handedly with incredible strength causing the boy to shrike as out of no where a gigantic mutated wolf like beast sailed out of no where catching the boy around the mid section and chomping down before landing on the ground and began to devour the small child with ravenous glee.

The young woman watched with a now glossy pitch black gaze and a sinister smirk on her pouty lips as she was fascinated watching the large beast feast watching the blood spray and the screams turn to gurgles. Feeling something tickle her hand Lia dazedly looked down at her hand to see her cigarette freshly lit, the tall red head brought the cigarette to her breathless mouth and took a deep inhale as she turned in a daze to stumble away from the scene of horror and excitement behind her.


Sunlight beating harshly down on her face awoke her with a groan as she squinted hatefully at the large crack where her curtains were not closed entirely. With a huff she made her way to the bathroom before noticing blood smeared all over the front of her plain white t-shirt and her arm leading down to her hand. Confused she turned the facet on cold and began to vigorously wash her hands of the mysterious blood only for her to notice violent and deep scratches across the back of her hand and up her forearm, upon closer inspection she noticed something sticking out of one of the worst ones on the back of her hands and put her hand closer to her face before quickly grabbing her tweezers off the counter to grab the foreign object out of the wound.

Holding it up to the morning light of the bathroom window Lia notice it was a small fingernail, glancing in shock back at the wound she found her shock become even greater as the wound and scratches all rapidly healed right before her eyes like they never even existed to begin with in the first place.

Looking in the mirror Lia felt the tweezers drop out of her hand and heard them clatter to the floor, her eyes were pools of black ink not a shred of lilac in sight.

There was a lot more changing in Derry then just a group of brave kids trying to defeat a extraterrestrial immortal being, another creature of immense power was taking hold of the reins of the future.

A pair of lilac eyes shifting into a fierce inky black bottomless depth.