A/N: Hello, everyone. I hope you are all doing well and staying safe out there.
I apologize for the long wait, but the epilogue is finally done, and so is this story. It took me fourteen months to complete, but I got to finish my first multi-chapter fic before the end of the year.
Now, it's time to move on and start working on my next project, which is fixing up the chapters to the original storyline for Safe. So, it's going to be a repost/rewrite in a few short weeks.
I would like to take a moment and thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for all the follows, favorites, reviews, and support. I greatly appreciate it.
Edit: I decided to remove several scenes as some of the content is not how I initially saw this playing out towards the end. I even moved some paragraphs around for better flow.
Enjoy the read!
It's nearing a month since Ruth's passing. Nothing doesn't seem to be the same anymore, either. It felt like another dark veil was lifted, and the citizens changed within a short amount of time. They looked for her, of course, for about a week. At first, they were surprised by Ruth's sudden disappearance and were concerned for her. After that first week of searching, though, people started putting pieces together. The city of Derry firmly believed Ruth just up and left one day without saying goodbye. It hurt, to say the least.
Because of Ruth's sudden disappearance, they just as quickly erased her from existence. The town hall in which she partially burnt in a fit of unholy rage thanks to the Crimson King, of course, was repaired. No one wanted to be reminded of the extent of her supposed anger. The memorial of her late father, Rutherford Greyson, was ripped from its place and sold for scrap metal. The statue was a symbol of letting go and righting the wrongs they had done onto her. However, if Ruth left and planned on not coming back ever again, then why bother to have the thing remain standing?
What's worse, though, is the fact the Loser's kept to their promise and did absolutely nothing. If they had come forward and spoke the truth of what really happened with Ruth, no one would believe them. They learned the hard way Ruth was not ordinary and had a personality disorder no one knew about. So, they kept Ruth's death and her witchcraft abilities a secret. They made a promise to never speak about her again or the incident. In that same breath, the Losers wanted to make a blood oath in destroying IT when he returns. Richie was hesitant still in making the promise but eventually caved after careful consideration.
The week after, the Losers spent a little less time together.
Beverly moved to live with her aunt in Portland City. She may have incapacitated her father with a toilet tank lid; the Marsh girl didn't want to be anywhere near him after what he tried to do. When Beverly left, she took the memory of Ruth with her, forgetting about her promise. She spoke to her relatives about the girl she once knew and how strong Ruth was for hanging on for so long with the friend Ruth made. Beverly talked highly about Ruth despite their rivalry. She wanted to be that fearless girl Ruth once was. Beverly even made a difference for several individuals who were like Ruth and are close friends of hers, too.
Richie suddenly stopped hanging out with them for a good long while. Apparently, he was still mad at his friends and needed more time to grieve.
So, the five boys chummed around like before and occasionally met in their underground clubhouse. They would even head out to the quarry and swim. Every time the guys went, Eddie is always reminded of Ruth nearly drowning. That was a moment when he was terrified for Ruth but had to stay calm to save her. He may not have shown it much, but Eddie liked her a lot. They had their moments, and he enjoyed those little interactions, especially Ruth's cute smirk. Eddie never voiced his thoughts about it since he promised to never speak of her. It was hard to keep quiet, too, despite the fact Eddie was the one to put it into motion. Eddie eventually left the group for a while. He needed some time for himself to get over his grieve a little more.
When he did return the next week, things between the guys started getting back to normal.
Richie returned at that point as well. He spoke less about Ruth in their company but never stopped thinking about her. When they asked what he did while away, Richie replied, "Nothing really. Just went to the arcade and played Street Fighter."
That was a lie, sort of.
He did play his favorite arcade game, but Richie had kept a secret from them.
He spent his time away at Neibolt. Richie went there to see if Ruth left anything behind, which she did. He discovered her polaroid's, journals, sketchbooks, and several incomplete scrapbooks. Richie took it upon himself to complete them for her to commemorate Ruth properly. He spent his time organizing and decorating the pages with Ruth's journals and the photo to go with it, even some stickers. Richie is not much of a crafty, creative person, but he had a lot of fun doing it and was quite proud of how it turned out. That outlet also helped with his anger and depression with Ruth's passing. He misses her still and will treasure the friendship they gained. Once finished, Richie gifted the photo book to Pennywise since he is Ruth's best friend. He trusted the clown would keep Ruth's precious memories safe. Why? Because Richie knew Pennywise kept Ruth safe and sound. No building can do that when you can have someone by your side to keep all of your secrets and share feelings with them. Richie smiled at this realization.
It's bizarre to say that Richie "Trash Mouth, Gray Water" Tozier showed a sliver of compassion to Pennywise. Despite the ordeal, the gesture was a thank you to Pennywise and being there for Ruth when he couldn't. It was his peace offering.
Pennywise was surprised at Richie for doing something like that but grateful. He wouldn't know how to put together a memory book full of photos and journal entries, let alone decorate it. Pennywise doesn't think he would have been able to gaze upon the photographs of him and Ruth without weeping. He couldn't bring himself to touch or browse through it for nearly a week. He let it sit on the steps leading upstairs to the bedroom he and Ruth had shared more than once.
He did come across the book earlier this morning and eyed it for a long time. After twenty minutes of staring at it, Pennywise ultimately decided to look through the scrapbook Richie put together. He wasn't sure what compelled him to finally acknowledge it after so long. Maybe it had something to do with the ache in his chest from a vision of Ruth smiling weakly at him before dying. He needed to replace the image with her infectious and joyful smile.
For the last hour, Pennywise sat with his back against the standpipe while going through the book. He read every journal entry and stared for the longest time at each photo associated with it. He would have to give Richie credit for being meticulous and designing each page with a theme. Pennywise marveled at the colorful pieces of paper and joyful stickers in a variety of shapes. There are even little mementos generously wrapped in cellophane to preserve the particular objects. The tiny metal Scottish Terrier from the box of Crackerjacks is one of them. Pennywise remembers the evening Ruth offered him the sweet and nutty popcorn. He may like eating frightened children, but Pennywise thoroughly enjoyed the sugary snack, even though a kernel got stuck in his teeth. Ruth probably would have gawked at the sight of his jaw hinged and trying to dig the thing out with his clawed finger. He almost swallowed the prize, too, now that Pennywise thought about it. He never told Ruth that, though. She would have gagged or thrown up. Pennywise made sure it was nice and clean before placing the figurine on the porch for Ruth. He knew the little doggy would be better a gift for Ruth than keeping it for himself. She deserved a keepsake for her generosity.
Pennywise flipped through the thoughtfully decorated pages with a gentle smirk. All the photos of him and Ruth brought a smile to his face. He had wept a few times while staring at the more intimate moments they shared, like Christmas morning, for instance. Pennywise envisioned Ruth beneath him and smiling brighter than the snow. Her ginger hair blazed like fire against the white with pink cheeks and rosy lips. Ruth's beautiful jeweled eyes of golden-amber, tawny, and peridot stare up at him lovingly. She mouths something at him but couldn't figure out what. It could have been his name. Pennywise absently touches his lips when he remembered the feel of Ruth's mouth against his, how it tingled in delight, and the sensations that rocketed up his spine.
Pennywise quickly shook his head to rid himself of the sounds Ruth made when he felt his lips curve into a smirk. He heaves a puff of air, forcing himself to continue reading Ruth's thoughts. Her beautiful scrolling handwriting described the emotions she felt that day. In summary, she was on cloud nine. Ruth had never felt so happy in her life, and she credited him for the abundance of joy Pennywise provided. Ruth even admitted she could be falling in love with him. Finding this out made his heart hurt even more.
He sighs heavily while staring at a blank spot of where a photo would be. Pennywise reaches at the crease of his suit, fishing something out from underneath. He glances down at the polaroid Victor took of him, in his human form, and Ruth laying in the snow. They both have content smiles on their faces and eyes closed as if enjoying the closeness. His bottom lip trembled then gingerly bit down.
Hopefully, what he had done to bring her back was the right thing to do. Ruth made such an impact in his life that Pennywise couldn't remember what it was like without her. Pennywise just hopes once she wakes, their dynamic won't take a step in the wrong direction. If it were to happen, it would break his heart even further.
With another heavy sigh, Pennywise hesitantly reached for a piece of tape to pair the photo with Ruth's treasured memory.
Pennywise knows he gets lost in a different world whenever Ruth was around. She had a tendency to block out distractions, so Pennywise could focus solely on her. He always loved those moments, too. The photographs are no different. Unfortunately, it cost him. Pennywise was completely submerged into the photos when someone bounded up from behind him.
"HI, HO!" A female voice hollered near his ear.
Pennywise was startled so bad, he jumped with an almost girly-like scream and scuttled ten feet away from which he sat. The scrapbook landed on the ground with a heavy thud, and his prized photo lightly floated in the air. He is not the type of person who gets frightened, but holy space turtles, they scared him good. Pennywise can feel his heart pounding and is trying to calm it down.
The female laughs loudly at Pennywise's reaction, snorting and hiccupping.
Once he got his bearings, Pennywise directs his attention to the unannounced visitor and growls.
"Damnit, Berta! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Berta, the middle-aged receptionist at the police station, chuckled and wiped at a tear.
"Phew, if only I had Ruth's camera on hand because that was classic."
Pennywise groans while glaring at her.
"Oh, haha, very funny. Even after nearly forty years, I still can't lay a hand on you, pagan witch." He grumbles.
Berta chuckles to a stop.
"Oh, lighten up, Silver Monkey. It was all in good fun. May I remind you to not call me that. If we want to be technical, I'm a Universalist or an eclectic pagan witch in simpler terms. So, what exactly are you doing all the way out here when you should be near the house?" Berta questioned, then stopped low to pick the photo up from the dirt.
"None of your business!" Pennywise retorts.
Berta lightly wipes at the photo, smiling fondly at the oddly cute couple.
"You two really do look happy together and freaking adorable, too. Look at those dimples you have. I've never seen Ruth this happy in her life."
Pennywise wrinkles his nose, glaring daggers at the somewhat attractive female. Berta has a slightly curvy figure and is of average height with soft feminine features. She has cat-eyed plum-colored glasses, which enhanced Berta's green eyes. Her pre-mature graying toffee brown hair cascaded down her broad and rounded shoulders in long loose curls. Berta's well-endowed breasts appeared larger since she stood with her arms crossed in front and left hip jutted out. Pennywise took notice of her black flowy dress with large purple flowers. He groans at the sight of Berta's crescent moon amulet, which glowed gold from the sun.
Pennywise opts not to say anything in return as he crawled back to his spot. He is quick to snatch the scrapbook and resumed his previous position.
Berta watched him with a critical eye. She doesn't see it, well doesn't really have to, but Pennywise sadly stared at the empty space of where said photo should be. She would like to say something, it's on the tip of her tongue, too. Except, Berta must tread lightly. He may not be able to lay physical harm on her, but Pennywise does have a terrible bite when antagonized about his dear friend. She understands, though. Ruth holds a special place in his heart and is protective of her, too.
"May I have the picture back, please?" Pennywise asked her suddenly.
She stares at him then, floored the evil clown politely asked for something.
"Well, this is certainly new," she thought out loud.
"What is?"
"You asking politely for a change. I never knew you could. Well, I didn't take the time since you did try to eat Rutty and me when we both kids."
Pennywise growls then snapped a furious golden gaze on her. "And I would have eaten both of you because of your interference! Now leave me be!"
Berta glared with a purse of her deep purple lips. "Do remember you came to me for help, you Silver Monkey. I can and will cease my sessions in undoing the damage you caused onto Ruth if I so desire."
Pennywise groans sadly, folding forwards onto the scrapbook.
"I'm sorry, it's just_."
"You can't function properly anymore without her, I know. I swear your dependence on Ruth really made you soft and grumpy, Pennywise. Just keep your anger in check when you're in my presence. You don't want me to place another hex on you or keep you away from Ruth, now do you?"
It took him a moment, but Pennywise answered back softly.
"No."
Berta studied him briefly and sighs heavily. She remembers the day Pennywise came on her doorstep. Of course, Berta struck the giant ape with a frying skillet on his noggin. She even yelled at him to keep away. That's when Pennywise told her he did something and needed help. She was reluctant, at first, until he revealed the terrible truth about Ruth. Berta struck him again with her pan and berated Pennywise for being reckless. She even demanded to see Ruth and inspect the injury herself. Upon arrival, Berta discovered the extent of Ruth's wounds and wasn't entirely his fault. Pennywise explained everything as she gazed upon a motionless and breathless Ruth. Upon further inspection, Ruth's heart barely drummed within her chest. All of Ruth's lacerations and stabs were slowly healing yet cleaned. She was astonished from the sight but knew what had to be done. Berta would have asked questions but couldn't afford to waste time with conversations.
So, for the last month, Berta went to the Neibolt House and try bringing Ruth's soul back from the in-between. At least, that's where she believes Ruth could be. It's a daunting task, that's for sure. She hasn't brought anyone back from the dead before. Berta used every method she could think of and is making little progress. The wounds are healing better, but no sign of life entered Ruth's lungs. She is growing fearful her attempts are futile. Berta prays to the gods this Maturin fellow Pennywise mentioned would help Ruth in some fashion.
She sighs heavily as Pennywise remained to stare at the scrapbook then gently handed him the photograph, which he thankfully took.
"How is she?" He questioned.
"Well, I would need to have one more session, maybe even more. I'm doing everything I can here, you know. If Ruth were to wake_."
"Once she wakes," Pennywise corrected.
Berta pauses briefly while glaring at him. "If she were to wake, it will be a fucking miracle. You giving Ruth an ounce of your power can only do so much. Yes, it healed her wounds, but it won't bring a human soul back from the dead."
Pennywise says nothing, just stared down at the scrapbook, and caressed the photo thoughtfully.
Berta sighs then approached the moody clown. She stood with her back against the standpipe, arms folded still, and glared down at Pennywise.
"This Maturin fellow you told me about, are you certain he would help Ruth?"
"I'm sure," he replies softly.
"Not to sound skeptical here, but what makes you so sure he will? Is he not your enemy or something?"
He thought about it for a moment. Pennywise knows Maturin is kind, wise, loving, gentle, compassionate, and loves helping people. Except why would the giant galaxy vomiting tortoise help him? He did, at one point, say the clown's friendship with Ruth won't last. Maturin was right about that to a degree. Now, Pennywise expects him to show up and be scorned for the selfish act he had done. For all Pennywise knew, Gan could probably manifest here in some form, if it were even possible. He is an almighty being and is far superior to him than Maturin is his equal. The probability of either of them sparing Ruth for him is now slim to none. Pennywise is beginning to second guess his actions and may need to make a tough decision soon. Beasts such as himself don't deserve happiness or love. Pennywise, the Eater of Worlds, is supposed to be alone.
Pennywise sighs heavily as he continued to stare at the photo of him and Ruth. With another hard breath, he stood to his feet.
"I don't know anymore," he started then handed Berta the scrapbook.
Berta stared at him for a moment as she gingerly took the book from his hands. Alarmed by this unexpected behavior, Berta searched his saddened gaze for an explanation.
"Meaning what exactly?"
Pennywise doesn't answer. Instead, he transitions out of his clown persona into his human form, which Berta marveled at his change in appearance.
"Whoa, I've seen many of your transformations, but this one," she stops once Pennywise brushed past her. "Hey, wait a minute. Where are you going?"
"I need to take care of a few things."
"What, now?"
"I will be hibernating soon, Roberta. I need to tie up some loose ends."
Stunned, Berta watched as Pennywise walked further away.
"But, aren't you waiting for Maturin?"
From afar, Pennywise sighs dejectedly, and shoulders sagged.
"He's not coming."
Berta blinks and nearly dropped the scrapbook.
"What, why not?"
"Think about it, Berta." Pennywise stops and glances over his shoulder at her. "Why would a creature such as I deserve any form of happiness, let alone love? I'm designed to be alone."
Berta gawks but quickly morphs into anger.
"There is a difference between design and destiny, Pennywise. Rutherford saved Ruth from abortion so you could have some form of harmony in your life, which I still find absurd. However, it shows right here you are capable of showing compassion for a human girl that deserves your affections!"
"And look where it brought me!"
He stomped forward, his blues turning a bright gold. "Opening my heart left me alone! I knew the moment I realized I was in love with her, it was going to be short-lived."
"Oh, for the love of everything holy, you must remember the Crimson King got in between you two! He took advantage of your ravenous nature and Ruth's multiple personalities, including her forgetfulness. That crazy old man drew you and her apart. Please, please don't let what happened with you and Ruth result in you making brash decisions. Doing so will only make the situation more permanent."
Pennywise growls. "Then you answer the question of why that loggerhead failed to show. He won't spare Viv for me! I don't deserve her."
Berta glares with eyes burning and fists trembling at her side. "Ruth deserves you!"
Pennywise refuses to acknowledge her. He stomped away with hands tucked in his pockets.
"Don't let my efforts be for not, Pennywise! I can still save her if you just let me!"
He still doesn't say anything, just continued strolling away.
"God damnit, Pennywise, don't give up on her!" She hollered as a last resort.
Berta watched him leave, sickened yet saddened at the thought of him reconsidering his actions. She knows Pennywise loves Ruth and would do just about anything to bring her back. If he decides to "pull the plug" on this mission of his, Ruth will forever be stuck in limbo.
The dark walls of Neibolt glowed softly from the late afternoon sun. Its aurulent rays beamed through clean windows, making the home appear more angelic than eerie. Dust lightly filtered and littered the floor. A light, brisk breeze blew through a nearby window, which billows a sheer curtain. A colorful blur of leaves rustled through the open window and fluttered to a bed. A leaf the color of sienna butterflied a still form's nose.
You would have expected the leaf might stir them, but no movement was made. In fact, the body of which is Ruth laid breathless as her chest didn't rise and fall. Upon first glance, she appeared alive. Her skin softly glowed from the warm sun, and hair blazed a vibrant strawberry. Ruth's features are relaxed and serene as if she were asleep. The harsh reality is that Ruth is not entirely dead. Her body is alive, thanks to Pennywise, but her soul is trapped in a world Ruth can't escape.
And Maturin knows precisely where she is, too. Ruth is stuck in the in-between, the land of spirits, and the Crimson King is there, as well, fighting her for Ruth's power.
It can be hard watching young people, such as Ruth, struggle through their hardships. Maturin has seen some flourish after overcoming their wall and become better, successful individuals. Other times, they end up losing the battle and succumb to their demons. Ruth, in particular, always brought a tear to Maturin's eyes. He hated watching her get brought down and physically harmed by both children and adults alike. Maturin would have comforted the poor girl if he knew how. He is a turtle, anyway. He doesn't have arms to reach out and touch her in times of comfort. Maturin didn't have legs to run to her rescue when she needed someone to stand up for her honor. The only thing he could do was send some form of happiness her way. However, the brute uncle always took the sense of joy away, even the mother. Poor Ruth was always left in tears and attempted to escape it all only to fail, which ultimately made Maturin feel worse than he already was.
Once Ruth met Pennywise, Maturin feared the worse. Mike Hanlon was his first hope in driving Ruth away from the other. Except the young man was too quick and crass in eradicating the problem, which unfortunately made Ruth push him away. Stanley Uris was Maturin's second option as the boy did have a crush on Ruth. The only issue was that he was too settle in his approach. Well, Stan did also show up at Ruth's house to stop Mike. Maturin would have sought a third option, such as Richie if he hadn't noticed Deadlight's mannerisms towards Ruth.
He watched in bewilderment at Ruth's fearlessness towards the creature and showed interest in his abilities. While Ruth was going through the ordeal between her and Mike, Pennywise provided Ruth with attention Maturin never thought possible. It astonished him that the other would go out of his way in providing Ruth comfort and frights to make her smile. They do have some similarities in interests to help build that foundation, of course. There was even an invisible thread of which connected them on a deeper level. When Maturin saw the altercation between the girl and adults, Pennywise swiftly jumped in to save her. It was that night Maturin decided not to pursue another suitor. Pennywise rescuing Ruth proved to Maturin that he cared for the girl and wanted her in his company. He posed the challenge of their relationship, not lasting long for Pennywise to step up his game. Maturin was not disappointed. He watched as Ruth and the creature become inseparable and potential partners.
Now, if Maturin had known the Crimson King was involved in requiting what was once lost, he would have extended his help to Pennywise. For the longest time, he knew something was off about the darling girl but never expected this. The confrontation with Beverly and Victor was a sure sign something wasn't entirely right about her. The incident between Ruth and Pennywise proved she was under someone else's control. He hated seeing their heartbreaking split because Maturin was rooting for those two, not that he really should.
Maturin wanted the human girl with her own kind, but once Ruth's abilities became more apparent to him, it is best to keep people of power with someone similar in nature. Pennywise is the best option as there were no other youngsters for Ruth to grow as a witch. Besides, Maturin saw the unlikely pair lasting through the ages. A creature with extraordinary, inhuman capabilities and a powerful eclectic witch with uncanny powers are a force to be reckoned with. Pennywise would make Ruth his, which would ultimately alter her genetics in becoming a lot like him. Of course, they would eventually end up dying together.
He just wished it never resulted in this tragic outcome; that's for sure. Deadlights did the right thing in striking her down despite his profound love for her. If he hadn't, the Crimson King would have taken full possession over Ruth and annihilated humanity with Ruth's extraordinary power. Watching Ruth die saddened him, which in turn broke Pennywise's heart. He hated that it did. However, his love for Ruth and the promise in keeping her safe for Rutherford made Deadlights do a selfless act. Giving Ruth an ounce of his power did save her if the Crimson King hadn't trapped her soul within the in-between and try taking her lifeforce for himself.
Maturin can see it now, Ruth's golden light is battling against the Crimson King. He can tell her power is waning from fighting for over a month but will not let up. She desires to be with her beloved partner and will fight tooth and nail to get there. All Maturin would have to do is give her immense strength through direct contact. Now that Pennywise is no longer so close to the house, Maturin will perform his task without any distractions. He will speak with him at a later time and when he had plenty of rest.
Of course, he couldn't perform this task without downsizing himself into a small box turtle. Maturin crawled up her breathless chest, watching Ruth sadly. Even looking upon her while up-close brought on a wave of guilt and sorrow.
You deserve so much, young one, Maturin says to himself.
He drew closer, closed his tiny eyes, and rested his chin upon hers.
The house sat silent for the longest time, which didn't bother Maturin, not one bit. He enjoys it, honestly, but a good conversation is welcomed. That is if he wanted one, of course. Out of the silence came a male voice.
"See anything of interest?"
Slightly alarmed, Maturin removes his tiny head from Ruth's to peer over his shell. Standing behind him, and near the door, was a wiry, trim man with a salt and pepper beard, bald head, and silver-rimmed round glasses. There is a smile on his lips and hands stuffed in his dark jean pockets.
"Hello, Adam," Maturin started, his voice reaching Adam's mind.
Dr. Adam Davenport's grin widens that his eyes sparkled.
"Hello, Maturin. It's been quite a long time."
"It has. What can I do for you?"
Adam frowns as his gaze shifts to Ruth's lifeless form and sighs heavily. He eyed her for a moment, remembering the last time he saw the charming young girl. Ruth was already unconscious when she was wheeled into the emergency room. He was startled to learn she was sixteen, well fourteen, at the time and pregnant, maybe even angered that some punk boy knocked the girl up. Although he was relieved once the nurse informed him of a family friend that is with her. Upon meeting Robert, Adam instantly knew it was Pennywise underneath that disguise. He had his fair share with the ravenous creature so many years ago but put the encounter behind him. Adam never could forget the tall frame of the clown or the tiny suns for eyes, which Adam later learned were the deadlights. When he learned of Ruth's involvement with the evil entity, Adam grew concerned for the girl. As it turns out, he didn't have to be. Adam saw how the supposed monstrous creature acted towards her, even witnessed Robert, at the time, climb into the hospital bed and laid with Ruth. There is certainly a bond between the unlikely pair, and is oddly refreshing to see two sides of a penny collide harmoniously.
However, it seems, Adam is facing another similar situation where Ruth is on the brink of death. Except, Adam knows the girl can fight her way out of it if given enough strength. He didn't have to guess what was happening since Adam has had dreams of her for the last few weeks. These visions were signs of her in distress while in this vulnerable state. Adam tried reaching her through his projections but has proven unsuccessful. He came here to see how delicate the situation is and what he could do to save the girl.
"I came here to help her if I can. I feel she needs it, too."
"No need, my power alone will give Ruth the strength she needs."
Adam pauses and lightly touched his chest. "Are you certain?"
"I am."
He stared at the turtle briefly to study Maturin with a critical eye and took in Maturin's appearance. For an inter-dimensional being, the shell seemed different as intricate motifs carved on his carapace. Adam marveled at the unrecognizable and archaic symbols, intrigued to know what they mean. Maturin looked he emerged from a nearby water source when the wetness is a light shimmer glossing over him. The leathery texture of Maturin's stretched neck showed old age, along with his arms, legs, and toes.
Interesting, Adam thought.
After a long moment, Adam's features shifted as a question formed in his brain.
"If you don't mind me asking, but is the other aware of your intentions, Maturin?"
Maturin grew silent, which prompted Adam to stare softly at the little turtle on Ruth's chest.
"Have you not spoken with him at all?" Adam asked.
"I haven't," Maturin sighs as he remained to keep his chin upon Ruth's.
"May I ask why?"
"Time is of the essence, Adam. Conversations can wait once I provide Ruth the strength in conquering the evil that still lingers."
Adam stared for a second longer, then scowls with arms crossed.
"Are you telling me the Crimson King is still trying to take Ruth's powers for himself?"
"I'm afraid so. Ruth has been fighting him for a month now. It's time I stepped in and ward off the Crimson King, once and for all."
"Then why didn't you do so several weeks ago?"
"Opportunity," the turtle replies simply.
Adam somberly stares at the little box turtle that is Maturin with a sigh. He understands Pennywise never stayed far enough from the house while his niece worked long hours in bringing Ruth back from the in-between. He was always near waiting for news on Ruth's condition. Berta reported with the same response each time Pennywise asked. "One more session." From what Adam understands, the clown will climb onto the bed, lay with her while holding her hand, and begged for Ruth to wake. He stayed near her, so neither would be alone while they slept. It astonished him really of how much the ancient evil loves the girl.
For Pennywise to suddenly go further than usual gave Maturin his opportunity. He needed the other to be away for an extended period to provide the darling girl strength. Having Pennywise here would only distract Maturin from his objectives.
Adam frowns, then bent as if greeting a king.
"I will keep my distance, old friend. I will remain here if needed."
Maturin grins but didn't say anything in return. He concentrated solely on Ruth. He can feel a quiver of energy from beneath him, including a warming sensation through his toes. Maturin inwardly grins victoriously; Ruth will walk the earth once more.
Little did Maturin know, he isn't the only one who came to Ruth's aid. A figure eyed Ruth's motionless form with a frown then silently approached. Their ghostly fingers gently touched her forehead and stroked through Ruth's hair.
"You know I never loved you," they started, their voice orotund and fruity. "Nor have I ever been there to pick you up when you fell, as a mother should. I know you probably don't want my help now after all these years, resenting me. I wouldn't want it either, but you're still my daughter. You were not supposed to wind up like this."
Jordan's ghostly fingers glide from Ruth's hair to her closed eyes. She touches them softly, then closed her own. Rutherford forbade her to come here, but Jordan defied him and came here anyway. Jordan assumed he was afraid she would do more harm than good. That is far from the truth. Ever since Ruth murdered her in self-defense, she has kept a close eye on her. Jordan refused to move on, even when the demons came to drag her to hell. She had unfinished business.
After the night of her murder, Jordan watched Ruth become close with the clown, which she finds baffling still and oddly fascinating. She never thought a creature like Pennywise would find love from a loveless child. Strangely, they worked well, which she vastly approved of their relationship, even though Jordan preferred Ruth to be with her kind and with Stanley Uris. The amount of joy Pennywise provided Ruth had Jordan envious. Happiness was hard to come by for her; she suspected Pennywise was in the same position. Jordan did have a desire to cause all the emotional turmoil Ruth was facing but couldn't bring herself to do so. Something in her invisible gut and heart told her to back off and watch everything unfold. Jordan did just that and critically as she always felt an evil presence surrounding her daughter since the day she was born.
Maybe that's why Jordan treated Ruth the way she did until the very end. Well, she never did like children, to begin with. It could also be that Jordan is more sensitive to malevolent spirits and tends to project their negative thoughts, emotions, and actions onto others; Ruth was no exception. Maybe, with Jordan being an empath, she absorbed all the negativity in her life and became an embodiment of revulsion and resentment. Jordan has always been that way since she was little: acting out at random times, hurting those around her, including herself and family members, even friends. Jordan couldn't escape it even if she tried; it followed her everywhere Jordan went, and ultimately accepted it along the way. She never knew how to control her power because no one else in her family had the ability and didn't want to say anything. Jordan feared what they would think of her. She eventually started dabbling in the dark arts of witchcraft and becoming a pagan, which consumed her along the way.
Much later in life, she kept her dark and destructive nature a secret. No one knew about it as Jordan found hiding under the spotlight in hopes of gaining fame and fortune more appealing. She desired positivity to block out all the negative. That is until she met Rutherford and had Ruth, of course. Jordan became a druggie alcoholic to escape the darkness that was devouring her sanity and blackened soul. However, something kept her alive, even at the brink of death. There was a sliver of hope in reaching out to the child she birthed to be the better adult and parent her kin but never could.
Maybe, if Jordan had known her daughter was a lot like her, she would have treated Ruth differently. She could have tried conquering her demons and show the girl how to control and repel the evil that laid dormant under Ruth's skin.
The Crimson King was attracted to Ruth's light for a reason. He saw Ruth's power and believed he could take it from her. Jordan is grateful the Red Asshole was unsuccessful but is still trying. The second Ruth died in that brief moment, he trapped her soul and is slowly draining the girl of her powers. Jordan can feel it through Ruth's cold skin. A heaviness befalls on her chest and shoulders with frown deepening.
This is all my fault.
Jordan concentrates on the darkness surrounding her daughter. She envisioned the shadowy wisps attacking Ruth, feeding, and draining of her life energy. It's not exactly a good thing either, as those strands of darkness are Ruth's dark, suppressed emotions. Jordan can tell Ruth still harbors deep resentment towards her as she has yet to move past her mother's death. She doesn't doubt it haunts her mind, providing ammo to be used against her, slipping Ruth into insanity. Besides, hanging onto that hatred and anger after nearly a year can drag you down. Jordan needs to step in and subdue the negativity; she's the only one that can. Maturin can help in providing Ruth strength to fight the Crimson King but not chase away someone's self-doubt.
"I am so sorry, Vivian. I'm sorry for everything I have done to you. You didn't deserve it. Will you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
She pauses to eye the motionless Ruth, guilt settling on her shoulders with each passing moment.
"Let go all of your hate; let go all of your anger. Rise above the doubt of which I tainted your pure heart, and conquer your own. You are a fearless, intelligent, yet stubborn young woman, Vivian. Let it all go. You will be much stronger without any burdens on your heart. Fight the rövhål, defeat the Crimson King once and for all."
She looked for an indication Ruth heard her but found none. Jordan huffs, sneers with a determined glint in her eyes. If she can't reach Ruth here in the living, then Jordan would have a better chance where Ruth is trapped. Jordan is not going to Ruth's aid for redemption; she is not worthy of it. Jordan has done too much onto Ruth to gain any sort of tender affection. No, she is doing this to protect her kind, something Jordan should have done a long time ago.
Clatter
A small rock skirt across the pavement then came to rest.
Like yesterday, the air is getting cooler and crisp. Autumn is just around the corner as a tinge of auburn and gold swept flat green leaves, their vibrancy a subtle yet murky contrast against the gradual roasted honey that graced the darkening horizon. The sun, a bright tangerine ball, hung low, dipping behind some dark clouds, kissing them marmalade.
Clatter, clatter
The small rock skims along the road again before disappearing into dead leaves along the curb with a soft rustling.
A heavy sigh fills the silence, a set of soft dragging footsteps followed, then rested at the worn and broken metal gate of Neibolt.
Pennywise, in his human form, stood stationary as he stared at the doorway of the home him and Ruth made, the entrance black with shadows. He had hoped she would be standing there, waiting for his arrival. Pennywise envisioned her rushing towards him and makes a leap to hug his neck tenderly with legs wrapping around his waist. He misses the feel of her, to actually touch Ruth's warmth and get drunk off her intoxicating scent. Pennywise desperately wants her back. Ruth's presence would help ease him out of this depressive state, which resulted in an internal dilemma, even a sense of loss.
The loose ends he had were dealt with accordingly and is satisfied, to an extent, with each outcome. One of those was confronting the Hanlon boy. Pennywise wouldn't be able to hibernate without telling the kid how he felt about Ruth's companionship with Mike. Well, he could have, but something needed to be said. Pennywise wasn't going to blame Mike for the terrible misunderstanding; both were at fault. The only thing he did blame the Hanlon boy for was getting Ruth into the dire situation she was in a year ago and the ultimatum he presented to Ruth. What kind of friend has someone they're close to making a decision between one person and the other?
I wanted what was best for Ruth, Mike had argued.
Pennywise growled and kicked at the iron, which rattled and gonged from impact, his frustrations resurfacing. He, too, wanted what was best for her, even more so now, but Pennywise can't present an ultimatum when he doesn't have an opportunity or a particular individual. He doesn't like seeing Ruth lying motionless on the bed like a corpse. If Maturin had shown, Pennywise would have given the giant galaxy vomiting turtle an option between either saving Ruth, where she is a lot like him, or he will just end his very existence. You know, let him decide their fate like Mike has done to Ruth. Except, she had a plan of her own, and Pennywise didn't want to be a part of her scheme. He should have known better; maybe then none of this would have resulted in this blasphemy.
Everything is just a big fucking hairy mess.
The gonging rattle of iron rang in the air again, singing mournfully. Pennywise slumps on the fence, his body ached from head to toe being awake for this long. He should be sleeping right now to regain his strength and really needs it, too. If he lays down, Pennywise fears he won't be here once Ruth wakes. He only stayed longer than he did to be here for Ruth, she needed him.
He strained his eyes on the dying grass and weed, contemplating his next move. The feel of rotted iron beneath him provided a strange, unwelcoming comfort and brought a deep-rooted pain Pennywise never thought possible, an emptiness he chose to ignore until now. He rocked slightly, testing the longevity and sharpness against his broad chest. It could work and hurt.
He had just returned from Richie's place with a strange motive. If for whatever reason, Ruth doesn't wake and he left to hibernate, his and Ruth's beloved pet, Copper, would be left alone. He didn't want that for the growing pup, as Copper deserved a place where he would be loved and not felt abandoned like before. Pennywise entrusted Gray Water in taking care of him, which Richie was astonished he considered him. Pennywise had explained that Richie was about the only one who made an effort in being the friend Ruth needed while they were separated. Richie never pried or told everybody her secrets because deep down, he cared for Ruth like a sister. After a great deal of convincing from his parents, of course, they allowed him to take Copper in as their pet.
Satisfied with the outcome, Pennywise left the kid's home, deciding not to thank Richie for his generosity in finishing the scrapbook. He couldn't bring himself to anyway and wanted to depart on a positive note. Pennywise didn't even want to discuss with Richie about him making that blood oath. There would have been an argument and would have also opened up the discussion about Ruth. Pennywise didn't want to be reminded of the growing emptiness in his heart if Richie ever opened his mouth to express his condolences again or bring her up. It pains him still of Ruth's absence and worries she will never wake. Not that he wants to think that, but it's a possibility of being all alone again.
A growl rumbled deep within his chest and kicked at the iron again.
"Damnit," he groans.
He scans his eyes away from the grass to the first step of the stairs. Pennywise replayed the memory of meeting Ruth for the first time in his head, recalling all the emotions he felt upon seeing her. The physical marks he could see but looked past them to see the sad smile and lifelessness in her jeweled orbs, even the scars that adorned her heart. Poor Ruth was a lost soul, and Pennywise truly did hate it for her as she deserved so much. He felt a kinship with her because of the loneliness, which made the creature become someone he didn't recognize anymore. Although Pennywise still feels like himself but has a better understanding of human emotion despite still resenting mankind.
Pennywise sighs heavily then glances away from the steps to the doorway. Pennywise fully expected to see emptiness and shadows he is used to seeing. Instead, something else dominated the entryway, a figure. They stood like a phantom, cloaked in partial shadows and fair in contrast against the black. It took him a moment to register who the spectral was. He quickly stood tall, gasping softly through his nose, chest constricts, and mouth gaped open. His eyes widened yet burned from developing tears.
"Viv," he breathed under his breath.
Pennywise watched her from the fence, mesmerized by the handkerchief hemline of her gauzy cotton white dress that fitted at Ruth's waistline. It's embroidered at the wide banded waist with a bold floral design of magenta, gold, and green. The V-neckline showed off her cleavage, something Pennywise doesn't mind now, and ruched at the bodice, emphasizing her breasts. Ruth's fiery ginger hair cascaded past her shoulders in soft waves, and creamy skin seemed to glow from the setting sun. From this fair a distance, Pennywise can see Ruth's earthy jeweled eyes staring at him. He noticed her petal-soft lips quiver and pressed to keep from grimacing, which failed. Several trails of tears fell from her eyes and down her pink cheeks. She opens her mouth, faintly saying his name, "Penny."
Is she really there, though? Is the figure he is seeing his beloved friend? She appears real, but for all, he knew Ruth could be a figment of his imagination. Other than being on his mind, Pennywise has seen flashes of her everywhere he went today. He saw her at Michael Hanlon's place, watching from afar by a tree. She was even at Richie's when Pennywise asked the boy to take care of Copper for him. Ruth was everywhere he went, and now she shows here, which is the one place she always felt safe.
But, is it her? Is this really Ruth Pennywise is seeing?
To know for sure, Pennywise had to approach. He took one hesitant step forward, paused for a second, then resumed with long, slow strides. Pennywise watched as she slowly moved from the doorway to the crooked steps. Her feet sounded heavy on the worn-out and decayed steps as she descended. He quickens his pace and stride to meet her at the bottom. She stood eye level and said not one word, just stared at him with labored breath. Pennywise saw her tremble under his astonished gaze and fingers itching to touch his human form.
Pennywise reaches out to touch her. His fingers lightly brush her smooth cheek and trace her jaw. He gently wipes stray strands of hair from her eyes, which are on him and brimmed with tears. Her lips quiver as if Ruth wanted to smile. Pennywise combs through her silky, luscious hair where he noticed a streak of silver. He twirls the section curiously while still determining if this is really his beloved. She looks, feels, and smells real. Her wonderful warm rose scent does fill his nostrils. Pennywise just wished he could hear her beautiful voice to be sure she wasn't his imagination.
"Vivi?" He wobbly questions.
She smiles then, one that caused wrinkles around her eyes, and tears fell.
"It's me, Pen," she quavers in a whisper.
His arms encircle around her in an instant, hugging Ruth closely and with intensity. Holding her like this reminded Pennywise when Ruth and Stanley reunited a month after the Birthday Fiasco. They embraced each other like life partners. Pennywise didn't understand at it at first, especially since he never could grasp the need for human affection. Now, he can relate. After a month of not hearing Ruth's beautiful voice or feeling her warmth, he hugged her with all his might. He suddenly shook violently, convulsing from hard sobs raking through his body and lungs. The feel of Ruth's body and slim legs wounding around his waist brought a surge of memories. Pennywise held Ruth tighter as he held her off the step, needing to feel every inch of her. Her fingers run through his hair, rubbed his back comfortingly while lightly pecking at his ear and neck.
"You're alive," he whimpers.
She shushes him softly, hoping to calm him. Her effort did little help since Pennywise wept loudly into her hair and mumbled.
"I'm sorry," he stammers with a whine. "I'm so sorry, Viv, I didn't want_."
"Shh, it's okay," Ruth reassures shakily.
He wanted to blurt out that it wasn't okay. It tore him apart, striking Ruth down despite her request. There were nights Pennywise fallen asleep briefly and would jolt from a nightmare of her getting impaled and dying in his arms. He occasionally found himself weeping. That day haunted Pennywise day in and day out.
However, her reassurance and comforting, warming embrace had dissolved his nightmare. All of his doubts were washed away, even the emptiness that consumed him is gone. Pennywise is free from all of it because of her.
Pennywise felt her legs unwind from around him, alerting him she wanted to be let down. He doesn't want to, but Pennywise sets the flats of her feet on the step then gently pulls away from the embrace. He cradles her face with his thumbs brushing softly at her temples and eyes, searching Ruth's misty gaze for an explanation.
"Maturin came."
He stares at her for a long moment with mouth gaping, and breath stalled. His fingers smoothed over her flushed cheeks and velvet lips, wondering when the turtle appeared. In the back of his mind, Pennywise didn't think Maturin would save Ruth for him. He is a dangerous, ravenous creature who feeds on the fear of children for Christ's sake. Except, with her, he is different, almost unrecognizable due to his actions and mannerisms. Pennywise would do just about anything for her. He would have professed his undying, profound love for Ruth to the turtle and groveled to bring his beloved back from the dead. So, why would his arch-nemesis bring her back when he never got to ask? What did Pennywise do to have Maturin willingly spare her? Nonetheless, he will thank Maturin and humbly.
"I'll tell you all the details later," she answered softly and hugged his neck. "I just want to be with you."
He feels her lips pecking gently on his cheek and corner of his mouth. It felt as if she is teasing him into kissing her, and damnit its working. Pennywise vividly remembers the sweet taste and warmth of her breath, even the sounds she makes when touched. The thought alone caused his heart to drum inside his chest and shuddered a breath. He stares deeply into her lively, earthy jeweled orbs for a visual cue to act on his impulse. The look Ruth gave him is a good enough answer. His lips quickly found hers, kissing Ruth with an intensity she expected. He is elated his precious, beloved friend and partner still taste the same. Every bit of her is real, and Pennywise is grateful to have her back.
The contact instantly ignited a wildfire within his core and triggered a similar burning sensation deep in Ruth's abdomen. Pennywise knew the night they first kissed on Christmas Eve there are meant to stay together. That light he saw within her is the fire to their kindred souls, a connection he never thought was possible. The thought of solidifying their bond as they fiercely kissed crossed his mind. He could only imagine the magnitude of her sighs and breath hitching. He could very well take her right here if Pennywise truly desired but being out in the open would leave them vulnerable. Plus, that level of intimacy should be kept out of the public eye and privately between them.
His ears perked from the sound of her tiny moan, and back rounded from her palms smoothing over his shoulders and chest. What Pennywise didn't expect was her lips pulling away from his, leaving him kissing air for a split second. He attempted to reconnect only for Ruth's thumb to press at his lip, stopping his advance. His eyes snap open, looking at her while panting lightly. Pennywise opened his mouth to express concern but stopped once he noticed Ruth's eyes dilated with desire. Ruth lightly bit at her bottom lip seductively and gently raked her fingernails against his scalp. He hums appreciatively, presses his head against hers lovingly, and kisses Ruth's closed eyes.
"Take me inside," Ruth whispers.
Pennywise smiles softly, kisses her bottom lip and corner of her mouth. He has told Ruth numerous times he would do just about anything for her. Leading the beautiful young woman into their modeled home and in the Christmas room, which started their newfound relationship, falls into that category.
The room, still decorated with bulbs and golden tinsel hung loosely on brown ferns, is occupied with an actual bed now. Its dark metal frame blended into the walls, except for the marmalade tinged sheets from the marigold spilling through the open window that was initially boarded. The tiny bulbs seemed to glow without being lit, recreating the moment from that fateful Christmas.
He clambered onto the bed with Ruth hugging at his neck and legs entangled around his waist, settling her onto the soft cotton sheets. His hands did some exploring as he settled between her thighs, touching her in places that caused Ruth's breath to hitch and moan into his mouth.
Pennywise hums, then gently pulled away to stare Ruth in the eye, caressing her hairline. He gulps tightly, searching Ruth's wondrous gaze with apprehension and desire.
"Do you want to," he questioned in a whisper.
Ruth smiles softly up at him and touches his cheek with her fingers.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," she pauses to caress his lips. "I mean, we could."
He feels Ruth shift from under him, positioning her legs on either side of his and calves pressed against his. Pennywise suppresses a moan, eager to take Ruth now but hesitated still. He heaves a ragged breath with his fingers running through her hair.
"Or we could just cuddle like we did New Year's Eve," Ruth adds.
Pennywise thought about it for a moment as he stared deeply into her earthy orbs. He can tell just from the look in her eye and the heat that resonated at her core, Ruth wants him just as much as he. The thought of cuddling sounds promising, but his fingers itch to touch and learn every inch of her. She's like a roadmap, a travel guide ready to be read, to discover every curve and which roads not to take. There are boundaries, and there are also consequences for his actions. Laying with a human is forbidden, yet Ruth is a person of power and magic. He and Ruth are similar in more ways than one. Pennywise can help Ruth grow as a witch and teach her how to control it. Mating with her will strengthen their bond and bind them. So, will there really be ramifications if Pennywise were to partake in a physical act to demonstrate his love for her? Part of him doesn't want to risk angering Maturin or even Gan if the omnipotent being were here as well. The other tells him to just go for it and face the repercussions afterward no matter what they are.
He smiles softly, captures Ruth's lips for a sensual chaste kiss, then nuzzles her neck.
"I think I just want to hold you."
Pennywise won't risk it, not until he knows for sure they can do down that road. For now, he will settle in laying in Ruth's arms. He hears Ruth hum lightly and kisses his temple while her fingers comb through his dark blond hair.
"I'm okay with that," she replies.
Her legs unhook themselves as Pennywise slowly eased himself on his side, embracing Ruth as he laid with her. They settled close with heads touching and smiles plastered on their faces. Pennywise sighs contently as he hugged onto her, feeling no sign of disappointment in her body. He thought she would be but is grateful she isn't and understands where he is coming from without Ruth asking.
After a short moment of settling in each other's arms, Ruth's sweet voice whispers near his lips.
"This feels good," she starts.
He grins and pulls her closer to the point of spooning.
"And safe, good, and safe."
Pennywise's grin widens before lightly pecking a kiss at her forehead.
"You're always safe with me, Vivi."
He kisses Ruth one last time before officially settling near one another and falling into a light, rejuvenating slumber.
Around the corner of the doorframe, Maturin's small and aged turtle manifestation glances into the room where the pair embraced in their sleep. He inwardly grins and nods in approval on what they decided. Granted, they could have laid together if they genuinely wanted to, but Pennywise, oddly enough, resulted in holding back and wait. It's the right move anyway as it displayed respect towards Maturin and does not want to screw this up. Pennywise is dedicated to Ruth, and his actions prove it.
He'll never truly understand why he chose to save Ruth for the evil being, but it's apparent those two needed each other. Maturin could tell the clown Pennywise was on the verge of giving up but not on her. If Ruth hadn't pulled through, Pennywise would have ended his existence and join her wherever she went. There wouldn't be anything for him to live for except sleep for twenty-seven years and return to feed. It's a clockwork, monotonous, and solitary life where Deadlights grew exhausted. Finding a companion, who was just as alone like him, wasn't on is his list of objectives. Yet, he found a girl very much like him.
Now that Maturin has completed his mission, he would need to keep a close eye on those two. They may be together again, but there are strict rules to follow in the year to come. However, Maturin will inform Pennywise about the deal he has yet to discuss at a later time. He wants to give the unlikely pair their privacy so they could have their alone time. Besides, Maturin needs some rest. He has used a lot of strength to downsize himself and save Ruth from the Crimson King. It was daunting, but he, along with Jordan, managed to rescue her.
Maturin was surprised the mother had come to Ruth's aid when Jordan's relationship with her daughter was nonexistent. He could only assume she had a guilty conscience and wanted to make up for all the times Jordan had neglected her offspring. Or maybe Jordan was protecting her kind. Maturin won't dwell too much on why Jordan came when she ended up passing through to the other side afterward. Ruth will most likely be a little upset when she learns the truth about her mother.
Either way, Ruth won't have to deal with anymore heartache, at least for a while.
He peered around the corner one last time at the two sleeping soundly. Maturin wonders now, once Pennywise wakes, how he will react to the arrangement Maturin devised for them. Ruth already knows and would have told him, but she and the Other needed their alone time. Plus, Ruth needed Pennywise to rest. Ruth's abilities allow her to sense Pennywise's both physical and emotional state. If his body aches with the need for sleep, Ruth will encourage him to lay down instead of giving him the fine details about something important. It's a good thing, though. Ruth cares about him and would do just about anything to ensure the safety of Pennywise's health, even if her's is critical. Pennywise comes first, and her second. It will most likely be the same for Pennywise. He will take care of Ruth while she looks after him.
Maturin nods in satisfaction with a gentle smile then slowly trudged down the long hall to locate a waterhole.
At least, you found what you were looking for, Maturin thought.
And he is right; Vivian Ruth Greyson found her safe place but is not just four walls.
She found haven with Pennywise the Dancing Clown.
The only question remains, what lies ahead for Ruth and Pennywise now?
A/N: I have the rewrite posted. Please check out Terrified, this is the original storyline to Safe.
Also, I do plan on writing a short follow-up for this. I'll most likely post it separately or add it here as an Epilogue Part Two thing.
Thanks again for the read!