A/N: Good evening, everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful week. I'm glad to be able to post an update before going on vacation tomorrow. I'm currently still working on the story cover, along with writing Chapters 11-13. Chapter 14 is completely done, has been for a while now so be prepared.
Anyway, enjoy the read and thank you for the reviews! They are all very much appreciated! :)
It's been a week now, maybe even longer since Pennywise met the irritating child, Ruth.
Things have shifted slightly since the night he discovered the extent of Ruth's abuse. Typically, Pennywise preys on the weak-minded children. It doesn't matter what they are going through, he hunts for them. They're easy to frighten. Their fear is like adding salt to the meat. However, it's challenging to add that spice when a child is devoid of that primal instinct. Ruth lost it for whatever reason. Or Ruth's fear lies somewhere else. He figures it has something to do with her home. Except, Pennywise didn't find anything that would frighten her there. He'll figure it out soon.
Since their meet, Pennywise had a change in heart, sort of. Ruth is the cause. Her dependency on a companion baffled him to a degree, but he understood. The irritating child is on a downward spiral. Her dark world is crashing down around her, and no one is there to pick up the pieces. The only person that gives her that sense of hope is that Hanlon boy.
Ruth had shown up on Mike's doorstep like she promised herself. She apologized for the misunderstanding and explained further of the rumor. Thankfully, the boy accepted her apology and apologized as well. He went on to say that his grandfather berated him for being a dumbass. Mike won't do something like that again. To make up for his stupidity, Mike had offered to let Ruth stay at his place for the day. She was quick to decline. Not that Ruth didn't want to be there, she had other plans. Yeah, go back to the Neibolt House.
They've met up a few times during the week. Most of the time from what he understands that Ruth only wants to talk in secret. The irritant is nervous in being seen by the eyes of Derry. Pennywise understands, he just wished the Hanlon boy did. He may not know who all the henchmen are, but Pennywise does know that Officer Bowers is one of them. He has made a habit in keeping a close eye on Ruth whenever she went to meet Mike. Why? Pennywise doesn't know.
While on his watches, Pennywise discovered that the two make a cute pair. Not like he cares any. Mike makes her smile, sort of. Pennywise can tell the girl is forcing herself to appear cheery around Mike. At least, from what Pennywise can see. She could be happy with Mike where he's led to believe Ruth is faking a smile. Ruth did tell him once that she is having a hard time trusting the kid. She and Pennywise know he has good intentions. Mike's objectives to help Ruth are pure, except he makes questionable decisions. Him returning a book at her home got Ruth in a hairy predicament. Pennywise saw the ending results.
Henceforth, Ruth is taking her time with Mike.
Despite her budding relationship with the Hanlon boy, another is blooming. Her and the Jewish boy, Stanley Uris, have run into each other a few times. He may be a stuttering mess whenever they meet unexpectedly, but Stanley is getting there. The boy is taking a stand and defending Ruth. Plus, he makes her smile. Pennywise can tell Ruth is not forcing herself. The boy even has a way of making Ruth blush. Stanley is kind and infatuated with the girl. They would make an adorable pair as well. Frankly, Pennywise shouldn't care.
Honestly, Pennywise should consider his. He may not see the child as a companion, but something is growing between them. There have been instances where Pennywise directed her attention elsewhere and gave her company. Ruth has taken a shine to him as she admires his craft in scaring people. Her insistence in getting involved by scaring Eddie is evidence enough. Ruth likes asking him what he had transformed into. His answers are always minimal, though. Pennywise is surprised Ruth never asked why he does. It's for the best honestly. Ruth doesn't need to know the truth.
Despite the little improvements, Ruth asks him something that pangs his ancient heart almost every day.
"Why won't you kill me?" or the dreaded "Kill me, please," always stung.
The first time Ruth asked, Pennywise was confused yet saddened by it. He knows why she is asking him. Homelife is getting worse by the day. Ruth is having a hard time sneaking out at night now because of it. Something is bothering Pennywise about the whole thing. The constant abuse from her parents, along with the near-sexual assaults is killing Ruth on the inside. The only thing he can do for Ruth at this point is to distract her. If he could kill the poisonous parents, he would. Pennywise would much rather have them sink to their own demise, though. They only way he would do anything is if he saw them laying harm on Ruth. Pennywise wouldn't even know how to react if it were to happen. He hopes it doesn't.
The second time Ruth asked startled him.
Pennywise had discovered Ruth on the couch asleep one day. He thought about scaring her awake until he noticed she was working on another masterpiece. He was careful to take the pad out from underneath her to admire Ruth's work. He thumbed through her sketchbook, absolutely mesmerized by Ruth's stunning talent. Pennywise doesn't smile, but he did. He found the one Ruth was drawing that one day. She had finished it, and Pennywise loves her high-quality art. He imagines Ruth becoming a famous artist in the future. That is if Ruth lives to become such a notable figure.
As he sat by the couch, Pennywise heard Ruth ask him. "Why won't you kill me, Pen?"
The question startled him, yet Pennywise didn't know the answer. Pennywise felt that unforgiving pang in his heart again. He unhappily groaned then, leaving Ruth. Her question gone answered.
Why do you want to die?
There were a few other instances when Ruth ran into the adults, and they did things to her. Whenever Pennywise saw the fresh bruises and thick tears streaming from her eyes, a different pang surfaced. He felt angered yet pained. Pennywise can't figure where these emotions lie. Having Ruth around caused the evil being to experience emotions he never thought possible. To think, Ruth's request for him to kill her hurts. Pennywise doesn't understand why he feels disconcerted by that question. Does Pennywise already care for the girl? No, he can't be. Of course, Pennywise never could follow through with her request. There were a couple of times he threatened her very existence from Ruth irritating him. She always challenged him. Except, Pennywise wouldn't fall through with his empty promise.
They've become close, sort of.
If him following her to the fair is not an indicator, then Pennywise wouldn't know what would. He's beginning to like the irritating child, only a little. Pennywise also knows people are watching Ruth. He needs to be sure none of them see her. The consequences Ruth will face would be severe.
He's keeping a close eye on her as she waited for that Mike boy to show. Pennywise scuffs at her insistence in seeing him. The boy is going to wind up getting her in unnecessary danger. She stood there with her sketchbook close to her chest, bobbing on her heels. Ruth is anxious, he can tell. She's worried about getting caught. Despite wanting her to be safe, Pennywise does in a way hope the girl enjoys herself. Ruth deserves a breather.
Pennywise watches as Ruth stood off in the shadows. She's glancing every which way for Mike. Ruth smiles upon seeing him in the crowd. Only, it slowly falls when she sees Bill, Ben, Beverly, Richie, and Eddie with Mike. She frowns deeply, hiding further in the shadows.
"Are you kidding me?" He hears Ruth mumble sadly.
Pennywise may not be a fan of the Hanlon boy, but he's not going to allow him to ignore Ruth. He readies himself to take action. Pennywise stopped when he noticed someone approaching her. He sits and waits quietly, watching.
Hmm, this will be interesting.
"Hey Ruth," a male voice calls as they approached her.
"Oh, hi, Stanley," Ruth grins widely.
"Hi, how have you been?" Stan inquires.
He's getting better in talking. Good show, young lad. Wait, why do I even care? Argh! What the hell is the matter with me? Pennywise questions himself. His squirrel form scurries down the tree where Ruth stood to listen in closer.
"I've been doing okay. It could be better. What about you?"
"Eh, fine. It could be better," Stan replies with a slight shrug and a relaxed smile.
"I guess we're in the same boat if we wish things were better. How come your not with your friends?"
Stan regards her with a slight frown. "I told them to go on ahead. I noticed you were standing off in the shadows like Batman. Why are you?"
Ruth frowns herself. "I would like to go in and find inspiration for my next drawing," she starts, motioning to her sketchbook. "Unfortunately, I don't have enough change to pay my way in."
"I can," Stan says instantly.
"It's kind of you, but I couldn't. Besides, I'm_."
"No, really. Let me pay your way." Stan grins, reddening in the cheeks.
Ruth glances down with a smile, a flush of pink graces her cheeks. "Okay, thank you, Stan."
He mirrors her grin and takes her hand, their fingers entwining.
"You're welcome, Ruth. Come on."
Pennywise groans, Yawn! Let's add some fun here. Geronimo!
Pennywise jumps and lands squarely on Stan's chest. A startled, girly scream comes from Stan's lips who tries to bat the squirrel away. Pennywise's form circles around the boy's chest a couple of times then claws its way up Stan's shirt. He leaps back on the tree trunk, squeaking angrily.
Haha, you'll float, too, Stanley Boy! Pennywise guffaws.
He inwardly grins from Ruth bursting into laughter.
"You scared the shit out of me! And what the hell are you mad at me for, huh? Not cool!" Stan fumes at the animal.
He squeaks back, his tail twitching. Hehe, fear is humor for the girl, boy.
Ruth can only laugh at the hilarity between Stan and the squirrel. "Are you two going to duke it out like the Rock Em' Sock Em' Robots?"
Stan scuffs, glaring at the squirrel. "No, that would be silly."
Ruth chuckles lightly then glances at the animal, smirking. "You silly squirrel. It's not nice to scare people."
Pfft, whatever. Irritating child, Pennywise grumbles.
He scurries back up the tree, missing the knowing grin Ruth had on her lips.
"Now that the furry rodent humiliated me in front of the prettiest girl in Derry shall we?" Stan offered.
Ruth stares at him briefly, growing a deep shade of red. She presses her lips, suppressing a shy smirk.
"Yeah," she whispers.
Both Stan and Ruth walked close, disregarding the baffled glances from other pedestrians. Stan can only hope none of Jonathan's henchmen see them. They walked silently to the entrance, where Mike emerged with a big grin upon seeing Ruth.
"Ruth, hey!" Mike calls with an enthusiastic wave.
Oh boy, here we go, Pennywise thought as he watched from afar.
"Hey, Mike," Ruth answers, smiling.
"Do, do you two know each other?" Stan asked as he looked from Ruth to Mike.
"Yeah, we met a week ago. It was the same day you patched up my arms."
"Oh, okay. I remember you saying something to Mr. Keene that you nearly got killed. You didn't go into details about how, though. What exactly happened?"
"When I tripped and fell in the road to escape Bowers, I was nearly hit by a truck. Mike was there to pull me out of the way. It would have been one horrible way to die, that's for sure."
"Yeah, no kidding. I'm glad you are alright. Thanks for saving Ruth, Mike."
"Yeah," Mike replies, unsure.
He watched Ruth and Stan for a moment, confusion contorting his features.
"Are, are you two related or something?" Mike inquires, pointing at them.
Ruth and Stan glance at each other. Yeah, they look similar in appearance: ginger to light-brown hair, faint freckles and fair-skinned. They could pass off as siblings.
"We may look alike in certain aspects, but we're not related. We could if the occasion calls for it." Ruth answers.
"But we're not going to," Stan replies quickly. He feels uncomfortable and a little threatened now that Mike is watching them strangely.
The three of them fell silent, an awkward tension starting to build.
Urgh, love triangles are complete nonsense. Irritating brats, Pennywise thought then disappeared into the shadows.
"So, uh Ruth, I got you a ticket as I was coming in," Mike starts and hands Ruth her stub which she takes.
"Sorry I was running a little late. I ran into Henry Bowers while I on my way here."
Ruth's features soften, sighing heavily. "I swear, he's a sadistic prick. Glad to see you are okay."
Stan stiffens. "Uh, I ran into him, too. Well, all of us really. I got a freaking rock to the head."
Ruth stares, blinking. "What the hell were you doing that you got a rock to the head?"
He opens his mouth to answer when Mike interjects. "Got into a rock war with Bowers. Stan and his buds came to my rescue."
She continues to stare, starting to feel nervous and uncomfortable. "Oh, I see. I think I better go alone. I don't want to impose on you and your new friends, Mike."
Mike regards her with a frown and brows knit close. "You wouldn't be imposing, Ruth. Come join us."
Stan's eyes widen, about to argue.
Ruth quickly steps back, shaking her head in protest. "Oh, no, no, no, that's not a good idea, Mike."
"I would have to agree with Ruth here. Quite a few of them don't get along with her, Richie especially." Stan defends.
"Yeah, so. I'm not going to have Ruth go alone." Mike insists.
"It's nice of you to invite me, but I really shouldn't," Ruth argues, stepping back further.
"Come on now, what could go wrong?" Mike fought then grabbed Ruth's hand, guiding her away.
Stan watched them in disbelief. Are you kidding me!?
He saw Ruth glance over her shoulder at him, pleading for help.
"Oh, I got a bad feeling about this." Stan mumbles, reluctantly following.
The squirrel follows, as well.
Mike guided Ruth through the crowd, determination evident in his gaze. Poor Ruth reluctantly followed. She half dragged and slumped with a deep frown. Ruth glances over her shoulder again at Stan. She lost sight of him but can hear him. He got caught in a hurdle of slow-moving people. Stan sounds frantic to get through.
"Um, let me through, please!" She heard him shout.
Damnit, I don't like this. Pen, some assistance, please! Ruth thought. Her other hand trembled as she held onto her sketchbook.
"This is a terrible idea, Mike. Can you and I hang out without them, please?" Ruth begs.
Mike turns to her, alarmed. "Why are you so nervous?"
"Do you not remember me telling you we have to be careful? Your grandfather even told you to be patient with me. Stop being so headstrong in fixing things so quickly."
He frowns, sighing heavily. Mike knows she right. He's trying his best in helping Ruth and being patient with her. The thought of Richie and the others mistreating Ruth angered him. He wanted to try and put an end to it by having Ruth confront them.
Mike softened his gaze, flashing her an apologetic smirk. "I'm sorry, Ruth. I need to start considering things more slowly than brashly. If you would like to hang out with just me, then we can do that."
Ruth smiles gently, removing her gaze. "Thanks, Mike."
He smiles as well. "You're welcome. Do you_?"
Mike is interrupted by a voice.
"Yo! Mike, over here, man!" Richie's voice sounds over the crowd and waving.
Oh, shit nuggets, Ruth drones to herself.
Mike groans, his head leaning back. "Shit."
"Come on, man! Move your keister!"
He sighs heavily, glancing over at Ruth. "Do you want me to ignore them?"
She frowns, glancing over at Richie who doesn't see her yet. With a sigh, Ruth caves. "No."
Mike stares, uncertain. "Are you sure you want to face them?"
"No, not really, but I don't want to disappoint your newly acquired friends."
"Hey, you are my friend, too, you know."
Her breath catches in her throat. Mike considers me a friend when I haven't yet?
Mike sighs again, lightly urging Ruth to the spot where the others waited. "Don't worry, girly. I got you."
Ruth wants to feel reassured, but she's finding it hard to relax. "Okay."
They both weaved their way through the crowd. It didn't take them long to reach the circle. When they came into their view, their solemn features changed. Richie scowled deeply at Ruth approaching while Eddie glanced from Ruth to the ground. She's wearing the lime green shirt today, so he's going to be a little fidgety. Beverly glared and frowned at Ruth. Bill is expressionless while Ben smirked knowingly. He scans his eyes from Ruth to Mike and their joined hands.
"NO, no! You go away!" Richie bellows harshly.
"What the hell are you doing in bringing her over here, Mike?" Beverly questioned.
She glares at Ruth who looked like a frightened puppy at Mike's side.
"This is the friend I wanted you to meet," Mike answered, glaring equally at the redhead.
"Friend? What are you nuts? You can't be friends with her." Richie barked.
"We just met Mike, Rich. I'm sure we're not entirely friends to him either. Hi, Ruth." Eddie acknowledged with a faint smirk, reddening in the cheeks.
Ruth eyes him strangely but mirrored his smile. "Hi, Eddie."
"See, what was there to be nervous about?" Mike inquired softly then motioned for her to sit.
"She shouldn't be here." Richie grounds.
"Come on, Rich. Let her stay." Ben coaxed with a smile. "Hey, Ruth."
"Hey, Ben."
"What do you got there?" He asked, motioning to her sketchbook.
"Oh, my sketchbook. I was hoping to find some inspiration while I was here."
"You draw? Mind if I take a look?"
"Not all."
She is quick to hand him the book, suppressing a shy frown.
"It's probably all childish doodles and other random shit." Richie criticized with a sneer.
Ruth mirrors his expression.
"Uh, you might want to take that back, Rich. These are actually quite impressive." Ben gawks with wide eyes and mouth hung open.
"Hey, let me see." Eddie stood from his spot to take a look.
He flinched backward, eyes widen then snaps his gaze on Ruth.
"Holy shit, Ruth, this is remarkable," Eddie marveled.
Bill, at that point, wanted to see. He peers over Ben's shoulder, staring at the drawing for a moment. Bill stares at it for a long moment then glances up at Ruth grinning widely. He didn't have to say anything, Ruth knew. Bill is thoroughly impressed by her drawings.
Ruth felt an intense sense of pride as Bill, Ben, and Eddie gawked over her drawings. She never thought showing her artwork to others would give her this big boost of confidence. Ruth doesn't care if Richie and Beverly show no interest. All that matters is for some of them to appreciate her talent. She knows Pennywise does. Ruth now wonders where his little squirrel form went.
Where exactly did you go? Ruth questions as she looked around.
"Damn, Ruth, these are really good. I can draw but nothing like this. You have one hell of talent here." Ben compliments as he, Eddie and Bill continued browsing through.
"Thank you, Ben. That means a lot. If things go well, I may enroll in an art college after high school." Ruth replied with a grin.
Although I don't think I'm going to live long enough to get into high school, Ruth thought.
"You should," another voice joins.
Ruth turns to find Stan approaching finally. His eyes are on her and grinning brightly. She felt the flutter in her stomach again and glances away, smirking.
Stan stared at Ruth briefly then glances at Mike who seemed out of place. He frowns, realizing they excluded Mike from seeing.
"Hey, why don't you guys let Mike get a look," Stan suggested.
"Yeah, come on over here, Mike. These are freaking fantastic," Eddie urged.
Mike rushed over. He took one good look then glanced over at Ruth.
"WOW! Ben is right. That right there is some major talent, Ruth. You should consider submitting some of these in a local art contest." Mike agrees in absolute awe.
"Speaking of which," Stan starts as he reached in his back pocket. "I have a list of upcoming art contests here in Derry. I even found some in the next town over."
"Thanks, Stan," Ruth grins as a dusting of pink graced her cheeks.
Mike glares at Stan, jaw squaring and unknowingly puffs his chest.
Richie groans, "The Bastard Kid can draw a masterpiece, big whoop."
"Can you?" Ruth bit, scowling.
His nostrils flared and stuck his tongue out. Ruth mimics.
"Hey, Ruth, what are these about?" Eddie asked as he and Ben's features morphed into confusion.
"Which ones?"
He pauses for a moment, shifting through. "The newer ones, they're kind of, I don't know."
"Dark and creepy," Ben finished.
He and Eddie then came across the one of Pennywise transforming out of his spider self. Except, it's different somehow. The clowns' features are altered as if he didn't want the others to know of his involvement with Ruth.
"This one is pretty bizarre. Who or what provoked you to draw this?" Eddie questions, turning the book towards Ruth.
She frowns, daring not to appear confused at the altered features. What the? Did he alter himself?
Ruth shrugs, curving a corner of her mouth. "I don't know. I saw him in a dream I had several nights ago."
Richie caught sight of the drawing. He is awed by Ruth's artwork, but he is more disturbed by the subject matter. Richie glances away, fighting a tremble.
"I hate clowns," he mumbles.
"This thing reminds me of a clown I saw not too long ago." Eddie voices disturbed himself.
Ruth's brows knit close, frowning deeply. "Clown?"
Richie snaps his gaze on Eddie with a snarl. "Eddie, shut up."
He and Eddie glare at one another then at the others.
"Should we tell her?" Ben asked.
"I can tell you one reason why we shouldn't." Beverly chimes, scowling at Ruth still.
Even more confused, Ruth turns to Stan. "What shouldn't I know?"
He opens his mouth to explain only to be interrupted.
"Stan, don't you say a fucking word. We don't need to pull the Bastard Kid into this." Richie ordered.
Stan glares for a moment then turned his attention back on Ruth.
"Our main reason for coming here was to discuss the happenings here in Derry. You know, investigate why the children are going missing."
"Aren't the police already looking into the missing children cases?" Ruth wondered.
"They are, but they're not getting any leads. We, well, Bill wants to become Sherlock Holmes and get to the bottom it."
Her brows knit closer, scowling. "I'm confused. What does this clown Eddie saw have anything to do with these disappearances?"
All seven of them fell silent briefly, considering.
"The thing is, Ruth," Eddie begins. "We've all encountered something strange, sans Richie."
Her head twitches sideways, "What kind of strange?"
Eddie turns to the others looking for some help. Ben was happy to pitch in.
"We believe this clown appears as things we're most afraid of."
Ruth stares, her brows knitting closer. "Excuse me?"
"I don't know how to describe it but from what I've heard from them that it probably shape-shifts or something. That clown you drew reminds us of it."
She stares for a long moment. "So, let me get this straight. You lot believe a shape-shifting clown is responsible for the missing children. Right?"
They nod.
Ruth was quiet for a second then busts up laughing. It took her a moment to pull herself together, faking disbelief like a pro.
They all groan, rolling their eyes.
"A shape-shifting clown?" Ruth laughs again. "Do you not know how absurd that sounds?"
"I told you we shouldn't have told her." Beverly comments.
"Yeah, probably," Eddie admits.
"You mean to tell me you believe in such hokum?" Ruth implores, laughing still.
"I thought so, too, but it is real Ruth. I saw the clown down in the barrens eating a severed arm." Mike inputs, watching her with a frown.
She balks in disgust. "A severed arm? What is he a cannibal, too?"
"He might be. I know it sounds crazy, but it is true."
Ruth dubiously stares. "I don't believe in fantasy, Mike."
"Then what's this?" Eddie implored with a scowl, pointing at the clown spider drawing.
"That was from a dream is and a figment of my imagination. Our fear is conjured by the mind of what we believe to be real. All of the scary monsters and ghouls we see in films helps draw out that deep-rooted instinct in us. The only thing in this world that we should be afraid of is our own reality."
He looks her up and down, frowning. "I beg to differ," Eddie objects.
"Okay let's say this clown of yours is real, what did he shift as? Go on, I'm all ears. I can use your stories for inspiration."
Eddie then became impatient. "I'm not telling you a damn thing, BK."
He hands off her sketchbook, glaring. Ruth noticed Richie tremble as the book remained open on the clown drawing. Ruth caught his unease.
"What's the matter, Gray Water? You're not afraid of clowns, are you?" She smirks.
"No!" Richie lied, at first. "Well, yes. Yes, I am afraid of them. Aren't you?"
Ruth smiles. It's a grin that would mirror Pennywise's if he were around watching. She knows he is. Pennywise was a squirrel earlier. Ruth doesn't doubt he is something else here at the fair. She scans the crowd, her eyes landing on the stage. There is a clown, who resembles John Wayne Gacy's character Pogo, performing. He's making balloon animals for the kids who are enthralled by him. The clown doesn't look her way.
She's disappointed, but Ruth can tell he's very near. The cold prickle she usually feels is a searing heat. Excitement courses through her veins despite a visual clue. Her smile grows wide. It doesn't matter what form the creature could be in; Ruth welcomes his eerie presence.
The group never saw Ruth smile before. They are unnerved by her toothy grin, along with the uneasy silence. Mike even seemed uncomfortable. He watched her, noting the odd gleam in her eyes. She looked different, confident even. Ruth never seems this way whenever Mike met up with her. Yes, Ruth is shy around him and cracks a smile. This, however, is not her usual self. This is a burst of life Ruth.
Mike glances around, searching for the source of her perked attitude. He follows her gaze to the clown performing. Confusion contorted his features. Mike turns to Ruth again, her unusually bright grin never faltering. It clicked then. His new friend is drawn to clowns.
He hums to himself. I wonder where I can find a clown doll for her. She would like a gift for her birthday.
"Nope, not at all. In fact, I love clowns." Ruth admits with that big toothy grin.
Richie stares, frowning. He adjusts his thick glasses, regarding Ruth still with nervousness and agitation.
"After what they've told me, your opinion for those creepy things will change your mind."
Ruth's grin broadens. "Not likely. What's so creepy about clowns anyway, Gray Water? It's just people wearing paint. Did your fear of clowns come from that corny Killer Klowns From Outer Space movie?"
She watches Richie shiver at the mention of the film. Ruth smiles wider, pressing her teeth on her lower lip. "Aw, Mr. Gray Water the Class Clown is afraid of his own kind."
"No, I'm not!" Richie defends, pouting with arms folded.
Mike, along with Stan and the others frown. None of them laughed. Ruth didn't care if they did or not. Them investigating Pennywise made something in her want to protect him. While Ruth is growing fond of both Mike and Stan, she is becoming even more curious about Pennywise and his world. He fascinates her.
Let's pick their brains for ammo, Ruth thought.
"Alright, this supposed scary clown you saw, what exactly did he do to scare the lot of you? Be honest now. I won't tell anyone how ludicrous you all sound." Ruth inquires, resting her chin on a palm.
She is enjoying this. Other than them dismissing her over a week ago, this encounter is fun. Mike bringing her over is a blessing in disguise. Pennywise told her about him tormenting them. He didn't go into complete details of their scares, of course. This is her chance to dig deeper to learn more about him. Besides, Ruth finds their turmoil with Pennywise satisfying. He's scaring the daylights out of them. Is he torturing them for his entertainment? Or is Pennywise frightening the lot for her?
"Why do you care, BK?" Richie bit, pouting still.
"You are such a child, Gray Water. I'm only curious. Did he squirt water from a flower into your face?"
"No!"
"He was blood," Beverly answers, avoiding eye contact.
Ruth's features screw. "Blood? How can this so-called scary clown be blood? What did he do, Marsh? Did he turn your bedroom into a crime scene?"
Beverly looks at her then. Ruth has her arms crossed, and a skeptical brow rose.
"It was in the bathroom. At first, it was hair and pulled me towards the drain. That's when blood spewed out. It was all over the place. My dad couldn't see it, just me. They helped clean the blood up, except Richie. He was the guard dog."
"Hey," Richie pouted. Beverly winks at him.
Ruth stares at Beverly. "The clown scared you by appearing as blood. Pfft, give me a break!"
Beverly scowls. She opens her mouth to say something when Ben talked over her.
"Do you remember me freaking out back at the library?"
"Yeah, I remember. You acted like you had seen a ghost and were sheet white."
"He came after me like a headless boy. Like one of the children victims from the Easter Egg Hunt back in 1906, like you mentioned. It scared the crap out of me." Ben explains, shuddering slightly.
"That's why you left in a hurry? I would have freaked out, too."
"You would?" Ben asks, awed.
"Yeah, at first. But I would know it wasn't real."
He screws his features a little, challenging her. "Okay. How would you know?"
"Oh, come on, Ben. You can create a Halloween costume by using cardboard and stuffing an old shirt."
Ben nods. "Okay then, how would you create the steam then?"
Ruth eyes him strangely and a little disturbed. "It was steaming?"
"Like a chicken roasting over an open flame," Ben replies without missing a beat.
She lightly laughs. "Okay, that will be a challenge. What about you, Twitchy Eddie? What did this supposed scary clown do to you?"
"I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that. He was an infected hobo or leper. He scared the shit out of me. I think he was also a snake and launched himself at me!" Eddie responds, violently shaking.
Ruth grins, remembering that day as if it were yesterday. Oh, I know. If only I had a camera then. Your expression was priceless!
"Did he really? Did you scream like you did in class that one time?"
Eddie glares, scowling like a chipmunk but he blushed. "Yes." He guiltily admits.
She then turned her attention on Stan, nodding with a cute smirk. "What about you, Stanley? What scary monster or thing did you see?"
Stan turns to her, frowning. He's a little disturbed at how different Ruth is acting. It's not the Ruth he knows. Usually, Ruth is timid and considerate to a certain level. Her throwing caution to the wind is even more alarming. It's like she doesn't care anymore. Stan looks at Ruth, noticing the odd gleam in her eyes. She seems cheerier and confident with that smile. This is a burst of life version of Ruth, and she is mesmerizing because of it. Stan is lost in a daze, growing red in the cheeks.
Oh, holy crap, I have a crush on her, Stan thought to himself.
"Stan," Ruth calls, snapping him out of it.
"Oh, um uh blah," he stutters. Stan clears his throat, recollecting himself. "Sorry, I didn't get to tell you earlier, but you look pretty in that blouse, Ruth."
Stanley's compliment startled his group of friends, even Ruth. He made her blush, though. Mike glanced from Ruth to Stan, realization hitting him. He inwardly groans and rolls his eyes.
Aw, come on, now! She has a crush on him?
"Oh, uh um thanks, Stanley." Ruth stutters with a shy smirk, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear with a twirl.
Aw, man, this sucks, Mike thought to himself.
Stanley ignores the glares. "I know it's been a while, but do you remember the painting that is hanging by the door in my dad's office at church?"
"The bizarre Judith painting?" Ruth doesn't particularly like the painting either. Ruth won't let Pennywise know. Although, she will know it's him trying to scare her.
"Yeah, that one. He was the woman from the painting. Well, came out of it. He charged at me with these gnarly rows of piranha-like teeth. Scared the shit out of me." Stan described animatedly.
"Piranha like teeth? What is he a fish?" She smirks jokingly with a little giggle and wink.
Stan chuckles with her, smiling. "A fish that can shape-shift sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"
"It sure does." She grins, glancing over her narrow shoulder to Mike.
"What's your story, Mike? What have you seen?"
Mike regards her as he stood while she sat. Ruth stares up at him, patiently waiting for an answer. Except, Mike found it hard to respond. The bright summer sun beamed down on Ruth, illuminating the light sheen on her forehead and bridge of her nose. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she grinned.
Damn, she's pretty.
Richie watches the trio from a short distance, annoyed. He turns to Eddie, who is slightly irked. They both glances over at Ben, Bill and Beverly. Ben is watching Ruth with a slight smirk. Beverly is increasingly becoming irritated. Bill, on the other hand, seemed oddly focused on Ruth. Why?
"Mike?"
"Oh, uh, right. Charred hands, that's what I saw." Mike started then glanced around at the others.
"You know that burnt down house on Harris Avenue?"
"Yeah. What about it?" Richie questions.
"I was inside when it burned down," He shares, staring at the ground.
Ruth gaps, dread developing in her stomach. "Mike?"
He regards her with a sad frown. "Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me. But it was too hot. When firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands melted down to the bone."
Everyone fell silent. Ruth stared at him with tears brimming her eyes and pressed her lips sadly.
"I'm so sorry, Mike," she says softly.
He warily smiles. "Thank you, Ruth."
They eye each briefly before Ruth looks away.
"We're all afraid of something," Mike adds.
Ruth turns her attention on Bill now, frowning. She can only assume what he might have seen.
"What about you, Bill? What did you see?"
Bill glances at her, gulping. "Juh, Juh," he struggled.
"Take your time, Bill. Speak slow and clear." Ruth encouraged.
Bill puffs his chest, "Georgie. I saw Georgie."
Ruth sadly frowns, her sparkle gone. "You're afraid Georgie is lost in the sewers still?"
He doesn't answer, only nods. Ruth grimaces slightly from a pang of guilt in her stomach. She won't dignify that with a cold remark. Ruth knows Bill is still in shock over his brother's disappearance. She would be, too, if Ruth lost her sibling.
"It's hard to get over, I know. I'm sorry."
Bill sadly smiles, deflating as he glances away. "Thanks," he mumbled with a struggle.
Ruth noticed a tense silence between them, deciding to break it herself.
"So, you six got the piss scared out of you by some clown who apparently can take on the form of your worst fears. Am I right?"
They nod.
"And the only one left he hasn't scared is Mr. Gray Water, here?"
"Will you stop calling me that, Bastard Kid? Every chance you get, you fling that around." Richie growls.
"Oh, gee, really. Now you know what it feels like to be called something you hate. How is my name-calling any different to yours?" Ruth snaps.
Richie opens his mouth to retort only to close. He knows she's right but won't admit it out loud. Instead, he puts the blame on the person for bringing her over.
"Why did you have to bring the basket case over here, anyway?" Richie directs this to Mike.
"I wanted Ruth to confront all of you and put an end to your differences. We all have something in common here and its Henry Bowers."
"So, what? We can't be around her," Richie insists.
"I know Stan told me about some of you not getting along with her."
"We all don't get along," Beverly interjects, glowering at Ruth.
"That's not entirely true," Ben corrected, defending Ruth.
She glares at him, "Ben?"
"I don't have a problem with her. I know at first I kind of did, but after running into her a few times, Ruth is not that bad of a person. I tolerate her."
"Thank you, I guess," Ruth mumbles.
Ben opts to not say anything further.
"But you must understand something," Eddie chimes.
"Understand what?"
Eddie sighs heavily, "Ruth is trouble."
Mike crosses his arms, "How so?"
"There's a rumor of Ruth being Henry Bowers girlfriend, which is so not true," Stan explains quickly.
"Yeah, she told me about that. If she were that idiot's girlfriend, Ruth, wouldn't be throwing punches at him or him harassing her."
"It was something that Betty Ripsom started before she went missing. I've also heard Ruth's parents don't want her around anyone for whatever reason." Eddie affirmed, watching Ruth, along with Stan.
"That's why we have to keep our distance from her. The disease will get us killed." Beverly replies, snidely.
Ruth gulps harshly then glances down at the ground, tears stinging her eyes. I'm not wanted.
Mike glares daggers at Beverly. "So, treating Ruth like dirt is the answer? Have you ever thought to consider why they don't want her around anyone? I have. I made some startling _."
As he spoke, Ruth's eyes grown wide then snapped her gaze on him. Her sad expression morphed into rage, scowling deeply.
"Mike," Ruth growls lowly.
He glances down at her, startled by Ruth's vicious glare on him.
"Shut up," she enunciated through clenched teeth.
While the others stare bewildered at Ruth's hostility, Stan regarded the pair with a knowing frown. The way Ruth is glaring at Mike told him what he needed to know. His suspicions finally confirmed. Ruth's parents are abusing her. Stan knew something was wrong but wasn't sure what. He must tell his father. Stan needs direction on how he could best help Ruth. His crush desperately needs saving.
Mike remains quiet, apologetically staring at her. He can't apologize outright as they will know. Mike almost said something. He's breaking his promise to Ruth and his granddad in being careful.
Man, I'm stupid!
"Just leave it alone, Michael. They clearly don't want me." Ruth suggested then stood.
Oh, she's mad now, Mike thought.
"Well um, it's not like we, oof!" Eddie is cut off when Richie elbows him in the gut.
"Eddie, shut up," he growls at him then turned to Ruth. "Just go away, Bastard Kid. We can't be around you. You're nothing but trouble and will only get us killed. Go on now, shoo!" Richie hollers, dismissing her with a wave.
Ruth stares at him hurtfully, life draining from her eyes.
"If your make-believe clown really does exist, I hope he scares you real good, Tozier."
"Just disappear already, Greyson."
"Richie!" Stan seethes with a vicious glare.
She had it then. Ruth turns sharply, her hair flying behind her like flames.
"Ruth, wait, please!" Mike calls.
"Just let her go, Mike," Beverly advised, watching Mike chase after Ruth.
"Yeah, you really shouldn't have brought the Bastard Kid over here anyway, Mikey!" Richie hollers.
"Damnit, Richie, will you shut up! Jeez, stop being so cruel to her." Stan bellows.
The boy immediately fell silent at Stan's vicious glare. He knows Stan has a crush on Ruth and is quite protective of her. Richie gulps, turning his gaze to the ground. The others silently watch Mike and Ruth converse out of earshot.
"Ruth, hold up, please," Mike pleads, reaching out for her.
Ruth flinches back, hiding her arms from him.
"Stay away," she urged lowly.
"Come on, girly, don't leave."
"Listen, Mike, I understand you want to help but that," Ruth pauses, pointing towards the others. "Was not helping."
"I realize that now. I'm so sorry, Ruth. I really am. I should have kept my mouth shut. I was caught up in the moment defending you."
Ruth softly stares, sighing heavily. "Thank you."
"I'm curious, though, don't you want them to know?"
"When I'm ready, Mike. It's risky to talk with one person already. I'm putting myself in danger speaking with you about all of this. I'm putting you at risk getting into trouble, too. If I got them involved, they're dead, and I don't want that. I may not get along with Richie or Beverly, but I don't want them to die. They're you're friends, Mike. You need a group of friends like them more than I do."
"You know, that's not true, Ruth."
Ruth eyes him sadly, frowning deeply with tears welling in her eyes. Having a friend to talk with about all of this is not in the cards for her. Him almost slipping up is part of the cause. Yet, Ruth is deathly afraid her parents will find out. They will end up removing the bit of happiness in Ruth's life quickly. She must protect Mike, along with the others.
"I'm sorry, Mike," Ruth begun, struggling.
His heart leaps into his throat. No, please, no. Don't do this, Ruth.
"Ruth, please."
"I'm sorry," she pauses, crying now. "I just can't do this. I seriously thought talking would help my situation. Except, the harsh reality is that it won't. It is damn near impossible for me to make friends, Mike. If my parents find out that I've been talking, I'm dead. They even threatened to kill me."
Mike breathes heavily, struggling to keep himself from crying as well.
"You can still make friends, Ruth. You know that. I am so sorry that I nearly revealed your secret to everyone. It was stupid of me, I know. Just please, don't push me away. Don't turn away from us to save yourself." He fought grimacing.
Ruth lightly shakes her head, "It's not me I want to save."
This caught him off guard. "What?"
She sadly smiles, her lips trembling. "I'm walking away because I like you, Mike," Ruth admits.
Mike's stomach flips excitedly. She, she likes me!
"But I don't want you to get hurt because of my mistakes. I'm very sorry, Mike, but we can't be friends. I can't afford to lose someone that gives me a slither of happiness and hope. It gets taken away from me."
Mike sighs, his tears finally falling. It caught Ruth off guard from how upset he is about this. He wants to reach out and take Ruth's hand. Except, her arms are out of reach. With another hard sigh, Mike regards Ruth with tears streaming.
"Can, can I still help you, though?"
Ruth weakly smiles, shaking her head. "No. No one can help me."
He takes her by the shoulders, gripping her gently. "That is not true, Ruth. Rather you want me to or not, I can still help you. Just hang in there for me, please."
She looks up at him, locking her gaze on his. Her bottom lip trembled, tears falling from her eyes. Ruth leans into him and pecks a kiss on his cheek. She felt Mike stiffen slightly, but he welcomed her closeness. Ruth wants to hug him but fought her desire for human contact. She sniffles, pulling herself closer to his ear.
"Goodbye, Mike," Ruth whispers softly.
She pulls away from him, then quickly rushes away. Ruth covers her face, trying to hide the thick tears that streamed down her cheeks. Ruth then felt an emptiness fill her heart as she ran. Ruth is wondering if letting Mike go is a mistake. She can't take it back, though, Ruth must protect him. To do that, she has to keep her distance. If he really wants to help her, Mike must do it discreetly.
Mike watched her leave. He felt the emptiness, too. They may have known each other for a short time, but Mike likes Ruth, also. He may have made a couple of mistakes along the way, but there is something between them. Mike wants to make this work for Ruth. He has a goal in mind, but there are specific steps Mike has to overcome. One of those steps is to get Ruth out of her home.
"I'm going to save you, Ruth. I promise you."