Disclaimer: I do not own IT or any of the characters. That all belongs to the awesome and talented Stephen King. I only own my OC and other characters I make up along the way.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait but I started college again and it's already tiring me out ugh. I have an Osteology class this semester and it is giving me major anxiety. I have to spend up to 8 hours a week at the lab in order to insure that I least get a C in that class. A lot of students have said that class is hard and that going to the lab hours is needed to pass. Therefore a lot of my free time will be spent in there studying bones and then I have my other classes to worry about as well. On the bright side this (hopefully) will be my last year. I plan to graduate in the Spring of 2019 and finally earn my Bachelor's in Anthropology. So if I don't update this story or the others I have it's because I am focusing on my studies. Don't worry I am not going to abandoned any of my stories, I just need to put my schooling first. Sorry guys!
Anyways, I had major writer's block when writing this chapter, it took some time before I was even able to start typing. But my willingness to write returned with a vengeance. Now I know I originally wanted to include the sewer fight in one whole chapter but like I said I just started school and I really want to just give you guys a new chapter already. Plus I feel like splitting the final confrontation is be better because of pacing. So here's the first half of the sewer scene from the movie. I am not kidding when I say I need a serious hug after writing this chapter. My emotions were all over the place. Hope none of you hate me after reading this chapter. The next chapter will have Gwen getting into contact with Maturin, the Losers reuniting with Gwen after her terrible ordeal with IT, an emotional scene between Gwen and Stan (finally those two will see each other again) along with the fight scene with all the Losers against IT. Then chapter 25 will be the Blood Oath scene and then a extra filler chapter before we head into Chapter Two...which of course I have to wait until the movie comes out in September 2019...so we have a while until then. I might do another filler chapter before any of the phone calls are made by Mike, just to give you guys a better insight with how Gwen is as an adult and how she's changed. Let me know if you guys would like that. Regardless Chapter 26, which will be after the Blood Oath is going to take place during Gwen's Senior year on the day she graduates from high school. It will be rather angsty but I don't want to say anything else because I want you guys to read the rest of what happens.
I've been watching Castle Rock on Hulu and after some thinking I made up my mind and I'm for sure going to write a fanfic about it. I don't know when I'll release it considering I am going to be super busy with school, but I'll start working on it once I finish Chapter One for this story. I plan to use Quinn Shephard again as the faceclaim for my OC, considering the show has a lot of Stephen King references. Don't worry her character in Castle Rock will be completely different than the character of Gwen Tozier. You guys will see once I release the story.
Also, shout to writer i am cloud. I recommend you guys go read their story! It's called Bright and the first two chapters are up right now! It's another IT OC story and based on what I've been informed and read personally, it's going to be a good one!
Sorry for any spelling errors! I'll try to fix them later!
*Warning: Please Read What's Done Below Here Before Reading This Chapter!*
As I mentioned in the last author's note this chapter contains subject matter that may trigger some of you. So once again, I stress that you guys read the following with caution!
"I no longer believe that people are born without virtue. It gets beaten out. Misfortune threshes our souls as a flail threshes wheat, and the lightest parts of ourselves are scattered to the wind." ― Danielle Teller, All the Ever Afters: The Untold Story of Cinderella's Stepmother
Chapter 23: When innocence is lost
Cold. Why am I so cold?
That was the first thought that popped into Gwen Tozier's head once she started regaining consciousness. Not long after having thought that her eyes started to slowly flutter open. A disgruntled groan escaped her as she consciously started to feel the hard wet ground that was underneath her. Huh? She was still too out of it to figure out where she was and why she was lying on the ground. As Gwen moved to get up into a sitting position she smelt something horrible. Something really bad. She even made an unpleasing expression due to the rancid smell that was now filling up her nose. Ugh...that smell. Smells like piss and shit. After thinking this, Gwen gagged a little but she was able to withhold from vomiting any ounce of food she ate that morning.
Now due to her vision still being a bit blurry, Gwen couldn't right away see where she was at yet. Although thanks to the horrible smell that surrounded her, Gwen was given a huge clue on her whereabouts. A clue that left her high-strung. Visually, however, it didn't take long for her to realize just where she was. And when Gwen saw the area that was in front of her, her already overwhelmed heart nearly stopped from absolute horror.
The sewers.
This exact location that Gwen was now seeing with her own eyes made something within her click dreadfully and it was an awful feeling to experience. A billion questions started to appear in her mind and the more questions she had the more flabbergasted and frightened she became. The main question that stood out the most (and the one that left her nervous) was of course: How the hell did I get here?
Then just like that, Gwen suddenly remembered. The Tozier girl felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown on her unexpectedly. She remembered what occurred before she got taken by Pennywise...IT. Henry had taken her by complete surprise, holding her throat at knife point. She distinctly remembered her and Henry having a verbal confrontation before a fight started between them and not long after that, Victor came to her rescue...and then Henry stabbing Victor in throat with his knife after he pushed Henry off of her. Gwen remembered she wanted to move, yell, do something to help Victor...but she couldn't. Something was preventing her from doing so. She could only wretchedly watch from the ground as Victor bled out from the wound Henry had given him.
Gwen felt her heartache at the thought of Victor. Despite Henry being the one to have actually stabbed him, Gwen felt as if she had plunged the knife because (in her distressed and depressed mind) it was just as much her fault. Victor did not deserve to go out that way. He was a good guy...a real honest kind of guy. And yet he died...and in a huge way it was her fault.
Another boy dead...because of you.
A mocking (inhuman like) voice invaded her thoughts. It was such a familiar sounding voice that it made Gwen feel sadness and trepidation at the same time. Following that strange moment came a strong chilly breeze that caused goosebumps to arise in her arms. Gwen felt her stomach do a weird flip when this occurred. Once again, Gwen's heart felt erupting only this time is was because she finally took notice of what she was wearing. As she finally stood up (a bit woozy) she looked down at herself and her blood ran cold. A dress. She was wearing a damn dress. More specifically the red dress she wore on the night she was supposed to meet up Chase for their date. The same red dress Gwen had thrown away in the trash all that time ago.
No wonder she was cold. The dress was all she had on. Besides her shoes, which she was luckily enough to still have on her feet. Having to walk around barefoot in the sewer irked her. However, the possibility that she could have walked around barefoot in the sewer went away quickly when she realized another thing. She was wearing nothing else but the red dress. She didn't have on any undergarments. How had she not noticed that right away? Immediately Gwen started to think the worst. She'd been forcibly choked to the point of passing out by IT, changed while unconscious, and now she had no undergarments on. Her mind was telling her the obvious answer of the awful thing that what might have happened to her, but Gwen didn't feel any pain from her private area. And as Francine had told her before (they had been ten at the time), usually when a girl had done it she would feel some form of pain or discomfort down there.
...
"It supposedly hurts the first time a girl has sex with a guy." Francine explained to her so nonchalantly. "I mean, the guy is sticking his you know what down there."
"But...how is their thing even supposed to fit?" Gwen asked, sounding innocent. The whole concept of having sex mystified her but she couldn't deny that she was curious as well.
Francine shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know...it just does."
...
Yet Gwen felt nothing that hinted there had been something physically done to her down there. That to her should have been reassuring enough that she was okay. Except she did not feel okay. Gwen Tozier was far from being okay.
The feeling of being violated was still there because someone, or better yet something had changed her clothes without her permission and had seen her naked. No one had seen her fully naked...except for Patrick but Gwen did not want to think about him and what he'd done right now. That only made her feel worse. But really she couldn't help it because the thought of someone else (something) seeing her... all of her...while passed out made Gwen sick to her stomach. It was true that she didn't feel any pain down in her privates but what if this thing had still touched her? Just because there was no pain didn't mean she wasn't felt up or something. Violated. Gwen wanted to cry, scream out of anger from that happening, except what she saw next deeply disturbed her to the point of almost forgetting the whole clothes and being touched crisis. And that was saying a lot, but what she saw next was truly shocking and disturbing. It was so surreal that her mind was fighting with her, arguing that she was just having a bad dream. That she would wake up any second now and be in bed, safe and sound inside her own home. Oh, how she wished it was a bad dream. Unfortunately, one quick pinch to her left arm and Gwen knew what she was seeing and experiencing was very real. No matter how much she didn't want it to be.
At first glance it was just like a mountain made up from garbage (and it was) but at a closer look Gwen came to conclusion that the belongings that made up this tall mountain were either toys or items (that could be seen as sentimental) that belonged to younger kids. Now the part that made this sight unbearable was what she saw floating at the very top of this mountain of lost, taken, and forgotten items. It made her stomach churn and a dishearten scream almost escaped her that time.
There were kids floating in the air going around slowly in circles at the top, where some light from the outside was streaming through. There must have been more than a dozen kids...just floating...dead. Gwen much to her horror and grief saw how some of the kids were even missing limbs. All those missing kids from the posters around town...posters she had seen numerous times when walking around or even merrily riding her bike...they were all down here...all this time...down in the sewers. In ITs lair. Some of the kids Gwen saw floating she knew personally (somewhat), while the others not so well...nonetheless, such personal relationships didn't matter. Watching all those bodies float was still sickening. Gwen felt her eyes start to tear up from sadness, anger, and the most powerful feeling of all...fear.
Those poor kids.
Gwen wanted to thoroughly grieve all this death and misfortune she was witnessing...but she couldn't. Despite the emotional state she was now in, Gwen knew she had to get it together in order to get the hell out of there. She took a deep breath, composing and reading herself to find a way out. Except when Gwen turned around to face the other direction all her composure fell apart...because that's when she saw her. Her dark brown eyes widened from being completely taken aback.
Beverly!
This time Gwen did make a sound. It was a low one but it was one of recognition and shock. Her red haired friend was floating in mid-air. Once again all sorts of questions began running through Gwen's mind. IT had taken Beverly too? The answer was a full on yes because clearly something wasn't right with her red haired friend. Beverly was wearing one of her casual dresses. It was one Gwen had seen her wear before. However, that wasn't what made Gwen nervous (besides the floating part). Beverly had a look of emptiness on her freckled covered youthful face as she gazed upwards, and her beautiful blue greenish eyes were now a strange milky white color. A horrible thought appeared in Gwen's mind about how Beverly was yet another one of ITs victims...but something within Gwen told her that Beverly wasn't dead. Gwen went with that feeling because she refused to accept that the girl she had come to consider as a best friend was dead.
Beverly couldn't be dead...no...no..no.
Gwen protected her before, back in Bill's garage when IT tried to attack her. And in return Beverly protected her when she had impaled IT through one of the eyes. Gwen had saved her life and Beverly had saved hers in return. So Beverly couldn't be dead...she still had a life to live...and so did the other Losers. This over-protectiveness she felt (not only for Beverly but for the rest of the Losers as well―particularly with Richie) almost had Gwen calling out her name but she stopped from doing so. She doubted calling out her name would bring Beverly out of whatever weird trance she was in. Therefore without wasting another second, Gwen ran to where her red haired friend was floating at instead. She almost tripped twice while doing so but her balance at the moment was the least of her concerns. Once reaching where her best friend was at, Gwen gazed up. Beverly was up pretty high but the Tozier girl figured if she jumped she might have been able to get a hold onto one of her legs. This was one of the few times she was thankful for being tall. However, just as she was about to jump to reach for one of her legs something happened. Something unexpected and nerve-racking.
One second she was there reaching for Beverly and the next she was somewhere else entirely. It was dark and the terrible smell lingered in the air, so Gwen knew she was still down in the sewers, just away from Beverly. However, she still looked around, bewildered. What the hell just happened? Once again it didn't take long for her to feel the hairs on her arms stand up. A chill went down her spine making Gwen cross over arms over her chest. She took a guarded stance. Something was coming. It might have been the blood from her mouth but she could practically taste the ominous presence that was near...IT...and how she was right. Just like when she had been locked in the room full of mirrors in the Neibolt House.
Things then took a different turn with what she heard next. Gwen's ears perked up as she blinked a few times, puzzled. Was that...was that carnival music she was hearing? It sure sounded like carnival music...creepy carnival music to be more exact. But where was it coming from? The natural born curious side to her wanted to explore but the more rational side won over...and for good reason. Gwen stayed put as she let her gaze go around the dark area. Not that there was much to see...at first. It wasn't until her eyes caught sight of something bright...something yellow that Gwen let out a gasp. Her facial features took a scared turn, with her eyes widening again and her mouth slightly opening.
There was no doubt that what she was looking at were eyes. But not human eyes...no they were far from being human. And she knew exactly who these eyes belonged to. There was only one thing that had yellow penetrating eyes like that. Eyes that held nothing but malice behind them.
IT.
Although Gwen couldn't see the exact form IT was taking at the moment, she had a feeling Pennywise lurked behind those eyes. And her assumption only became a conformation when she heard that familiar eerie laugh with that creepy carnival music in the background getting louder. Within the next few seconds, Gwen muttered a curse word and then took off in the opposite direction she had seen those bright yellow eyes coming from, going through a dark tunnel. Gwen didn't care that she couldn't really see where she was going. At that point all Gwen cared about was putting as much distance between her and IT.
Much to her horror though, ITs laugh followed close behind her as she ran. The sewer water she was running through kept splashing onto her legs and as much as it would have disgusted her having the sewer water touch any of her body parts, Gwen just kept moving forward. Her life was at stake, so she didn't have time to worry about disgusting sewer water. Except when she took a quick left turn (almost tripping yet again as she did so) she nearly stopped with what she heard.
"Where you going, Gwen?"
She heard IT say mischievously. Despite the the shock she felt that only made Gwen run a lot faster. In her mind she could practically see the giant sneer the clown had on. It was not a nice image to have in her head. And it was one that wasn't going away.
"Don't you want to float?"
A round of childish giggles filled the air. Gwen just gulped as she continued her desperate running.
"We all float down here."
That last sentence made something else click inside her as she continued to run through the long dark tunnel she was in (a tunnel that seemed like it was never going to end). It occurred to her (as she running for her life) that what was happening right now was exactly like that nightmare she had all that while ago. The one where she'd been chased and then when she woke up she saw YOU'll FLOAT TOO in blood on her ceiling. Gwen had thought that the bloody writing was just the after effects from a nightmare that caused her to see that. Due to recent events, now she knew the truth. It hadn't just been a nightmare. That evil entity made her see that. This was all of ITs doing. Everything. Except just how long had IT been a part of her life? Like Gwen had told the Losers, she'd been having those awful nightmares of yellow eyes and sharp teeth since she was younger...way younger. Way before she and the others even knew of this evil entity's existence. Of course now that she thought about it better, in a weird way, she had always known about IT without really knowing...but how? Another horrible thought popped into her mind. Had IT planted itself in her life since at a young age? If so...why? Why her?
Her thought process about that question, along with her running, finally came to a halt when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso from behind.
"Gotcha!"
This time Gwen did scream. And it was loud. And she had done it with such fear and fury. The sudden unwelcome touch took her by great surprise. She hadn't even heard footsteps, the hold on her just happened. The feeling of ITs clown arms (Pennywise) grabbing her was rather aggressive and possessive. Gwen couldn't deny how deeply disturbed she was by this. She screamed again, just as vehement, when she felt Pennywise's mouth run along her throat from the hold IT had behind her. Her blood ran cold when she felt the entity's tongue lick her skin. ITs sharp teeth grazing her throat as this was done. A warning of some sorts that let her know she was under ITs mercy now. Soon the feeling of saliva ran down her throat, leaving her feeling totally disgusted.
This was the Neibolt House all over again...
Except Gwen wasn't going to stand back like an idiot this time and not do anything. The mix emotions of anger and resentment from before when discovering her newly changed clothes returned. Gwen knew screaming was futile because no matter how loud she screamed nobody was going to hear her from all the way down in the sewers. But she did it anyways because it was a natural reaction from being touched by IT, and in a way screaming heightened her strength. Which was a major help as she thrashed against ITs arm. Desperately fighting to get away.
It didn't long after she started her thrashing that ITs licking stopped and a low frustrated growl filled the air.
With a spin that nearly took her breath away, Gwen was harshly turned around. Her screaming stopped momentarily when this occurred. The hold IT had her did not falter. It actually felt like the entity increased the strength on ITs arms. Which of course angered and scared Gwen. And it certainly didn't help now that she was facing Pennywise. Those beady yellow eyes of IT stared down right at her. Gwen could now see the cruel intentions within those eyes as she shakily (yet bravely) stared back.
By now it was pretty obvious how much ITs clown form not only frightened her, but also made her anxious. Due to the proximity and sudden change positions, Gwen noticed that the right eye where Beverly had injured was out of focus, dropping down lazily and how it was slightly more red than the left eye. The memory of her best friend attacking IT made some of her current perturbation to go away. However, it wasn't a cure. What caused Gwen's nervousness to accumulate again were the two front buck teeth being displayed thanks to the clown openly smiling down at her. They were like rabbit teeth. Even despite the rest of the teeth surrounding ITs mouth being awful and crooked, there was just something about those front teeth that deeply disturbed Gwen. In her mind she made the joke of IT needing dental work but that did nothing to lower her uneasiness. Gwen unfortunately had a feeling that no amount of joking or witty comebacks would help her at the moment.
Gwen found her voice again when Pennywise moved ITs face to be closer to hers. "Get away from me!" She yelled right in the clown's face, spitting even when IT was right next to hers. But IT did not let go of her, nor did the entity negatively react to her spitting. Which really threw Gwen off. She figured that would have gotten a reaction...but no, at least not in the way she thought. IT just continued to creepily stare down at her, the smile on the clown's face expanding even more.
And instead of letting go (which was what she wanted), IT began to move her around in circles, rather rapidly. This baffled Gwen, but she once again heard the creepy carnival music (music that had never stopped playing) and she soon realized just what was happening. They were dancing some strange waltz. Well, IT was dancing. Gwen was just being dragged along like some doll...being forced to do something she did not want to do. She was rather pissed about it and she made that perfectly clear.
Gwen got on an expression that pretty much showed how against this she was. Her head shaking and trying to pull away from IT was another clue. But her fighting didn't stop IT from spinning her around like some dance partner. IT just tightened the hold on Gwen, forcing her front part of her body to press up against the clown form the IT was taking. Which in return just caused Gwen to feel gross (due to her having nothing underneath the dress) but she also felt a fire start to grow inside of her. Gwen did not want to be up against the evil thing. She did not want IT to touch her again like when she had been changed out of her clothes.
They made another turn in their dancing (or rather IT did) when Gwen's voice reached a new level of frustration. "Let me go!" She shouted with such passion that IT had actually let her go...surprisingly. This time the creepy carnival music stopped playing, making it awfully quiet. With the only sound that could be heard was Gwen's rapid breathing. Despite the sudden anger power trip, Gwen was still on guard as she watched the evil entity before her.
IT didn't need to see her expression to know how truly angry she was. IT could feel her emotions and they were all over the place. But her anger...Gwen's anger was what stood out the most. That anger...IT knew exactly where she'd gotten that power from. The strength to push IT away. Such power that it practically glowed from within her. Anger that IT had felt before when trying to attack the redhead when coming out of the projector and when IT had slashed the fat boy at the Neibolt House. Such anger that mixed the power she had. Power that she had since birth thanks to one specific being.
Maturin.
IT released another growl at the thought of that old good for nothing Turtle. Even without her wearing that damn silver necklace, Gwen was still able to one up IT because of that stupid Turtle. IT didn't want to admit the truth of how Gwen's anger caused IT to feel...to feel...dare the word be...concern. IT hated thinking that word. For IT had never before felt concern before. Not once. IT was a powerful being and that fed on the weak. And everything on the earth was weak and up for the taking. So IT never had to worry about being brought down. Well, not until now that is.
And though Gwen's anger was her strongest emotion at the moment, IT could still smell her fear but something felt off about it. When IT realized what was causing her smell to be different another growl was released. Her fear was slowly decreasing. Gwen still smelled delicious, but IT had to admit that without her fear it just wasn't the same. IT wanted her to be afraid. Without her fear, Gwen was starting be a little less appetizing. Not entirely but where was the fun when the victim wasn't thoroughly afraid? She was starting to become just like Beverly. Minutes prior before Gwen had awoken, the red haired girl tried helping the passed out dark haired girl only to be stopped by IT. When IT had Beverly in a tight grip, she proclaimed not to be afraid of IT anymore. IT thought she was lying through her teeth by one whiff of her and IT knew she was telling the truth much to ITs frustration. No ounce of fear could be detected on the redhead.
IT simply couldn't have that be. So the deadlights came out to play. Resulting in Beverly Marsh to be lost now. Floating just like the other dead kids. It was a perfect solution to a problem. Except now the Tozier girl was starting to become less afraid of IT...and that really couldn't happen. Not only did IT want her to be afraid, IT needed her to be afraid. However, before IT ended up using the deadlights on her, another type of solution appeared. If Gwen couldn't offer IT the same deliciousness her fear did, perhaps IT would still be able to get that sweet smell and taste from her, just in a different way.
And with this thought, a new plan started to develop.
Pennywise's smile became less eldritch as IT began walking towards Gwen. At this point the space between them had grown thanks to Gwen backing away, causing her back to hit one of the sewer walls. The wall was just as disgusting as the sewer water but Gwen rather she backed up against the wall than be closer to IT. Unfortunately for Gwen, her backing up really didn't make a difference considering IT quickly closed the space between them. The thought of running again crossed her mind but stopped from doing so when Pennywise brought ITs arms up planting them on both sides of her head, trapping her.
It was such an intimate pose that she had seen in various romantic movies. Except there was nothing romantic about this. None whatsoever. Gwen's heart started to race but out of nervousness. All sorts of thoughts were popping into her head. However, all her thoughts faltered and her face took a bemused turn when she stared right at Pennywise's face. What was once a full menacing smile was now slowly turning into an alluring one. And those yellow eyes...they were changing...and so were the other clown's features.
"I can be anybody you want me to be."
A voice that was less childish, not at all like ITs when taking the form Pennywise rang out. It was a gruff but soothing voice...and she found herself strangely being attracted to such voice.
"A handsome stranger."
After this was said, Gwen could only silently watch as IT turned into someone else. She was left mystified by what she saw now. ITs clown form no longer stood there in front of her. Instead a man who appeared to be a few years older than her was there. He was wearing clothes that she would consider to be normal. The man looked to be in his early twenties. He had alabaster skin, dark blondish hair, and murky green eyes. The slump of his nose remind Gwen of an elf, while his full lips remind her of something that could be compared to being sinful. Because those lips...they could cut glass with just one touch.
She let out a gasp when the man brought down one of his hands to run through her now tangled hair. Gwen felt her body shiver when she felt his other hand run down her one of her arms. This was done rather sensually, bewildering her. She knew this was wrong because this man...this man was IT but somehow she hadn't processed this yet because a little voice in her head was saying: Let him touch you. You like it. You need it. And Gwen was too dazed to argue back at the moment.
When the man's hand started to touch her thigh, slowly going upwards, the skin to skin contact made goosebumps appear. That's what finally allowed Gwen to break whatever daze she had been in. It was like she'd been slapped because the reality of what was really happening hit her hard. She grabbed the man's hand from down there and held it to the point where she could break it before letting go with a harsh throw.
"Get the fuck off!" She yelled as she took a few steps back. A fiery expression now appeared on her face as she stared at the man again but this time with a new outlook. Gwen couldn't deny that this man was striking. Beautiful even. He was the most handsomest man she had ever laid eyes on so far during her youth. But beauty, as Gwen was about to be certain of for herself, can be deceiving…and she wasn't about to be deceived.
A displeased expression crossed the handsome man's face that IT had taken form of. She'd been under ITs influence for a brief moment when she suddenly found the way to break it. Looks like IT needed to try again before the deadlights came out. IT had a feeling though this next idea would work. For IT knew the color blue meant something to her...so blue quickly replaced green. And the form IT was about to take...well, it was one Gwen would certainly be affected from. "Then how about someone you know."
Within an instant Gwen was no longer looking into those beautiful deceitful murky green eyes. She was now staring deeply into blue ones. Chase's eyes. And the handsome man from before no longer stood there. No, someone else was. Someone she had cared deeply for.
Chase Campbell.
The blue eyed boy stood a few feet away from her. That soft smile of his (a smile she missed) caused Gwen to almost step forward. She wanted to embrace Chase in a hug him. She wanted to kiss him, but something stopped her from doing so. Before she even took a step forward, her whole body froze and it was like she was suddenly somewhere else entirely. It was like a mini-movie playing in her head while she was silently there at such scene, and what she saw was not wonderful. It was straight out horrific. With her own eyes, Gwen saw an unwillingly Chase slit his wrists with IT laughing close by. His actions, although happening, were not done with intent. And just as she discovered before, Gwen knew Chase did not purposefully kill himself. Although Gwen did not want to see that, she took this vision as a warning to let her know not to move closer because that this was not the real Chase. Her momentarily confused heart was now set straight and the vision was a great help to break the stupor she was in.
Almost immediately did Gwen begin shaking her head. A few tears escaped her. NO...NO...NO! This wasn't the real Chase. Not the Chase she used to have strong feelings for. A little piece of her heart will always belong to Chase. Feelings that would always be there but with time would lose value little by little. "You're not Chase!" She shouted with such passion that only her fifteen year old self was able to express with no complications. Not unlike her adult self when she would return to Derry twenty-seven years from now...not that she was aware of that issue whatsoever. Her voice didn't lose any ounce of anger as her face reddened due to her fiery emotions. "You will never be him, or anyone I would ever want!"
Her saying that finally caused IT to snap. A growl filled the air, this time more louder than before. Those blue eyes then transformed back into haunting yellow as did Pennywise's form. Looks like things needed to go in a different direction. A wicked grin appeared on ITs face. Not that the entity minded. If she wasn't going to comply with IT using those tricks, then perhaps having her floating down here caught in the deadlights would be better. Having her not age, stuck in a daze forever, with IT feeling and tasting her whenever IT wanted sounded absolutely perfect now.
Before Gwen could do let out another yell or anything really, IT suddenly pounced, knocking her down onto the ground. The low water that was around her splashed in all directions as IT now laid on top of her. Gwen could only now stare in horror as IT gazed down at her with that crazed smile that showed off those sharp razor teeth. Both of ITs clown arms pinned Gwen's own arms above her head. She hated this position. It was the exact one Henry had her in...only this time it was much worse. Of course that didn't stop the Tozier girl from trying to escape ITs hold. She kicked her legs and tried moving her arms but sadly it was to no avail.
Her attempts made IT laugh. The sickening laughter soon entered her ears as she felt the rumble thanks to IT pressing closer to the front of her body. Her hating the contact just pleased IT immensely. "Don't you want it, Gwen? Don't you want it?"
As Gwen released another angered yell, she quickly grew quiet when she saw the smile on the clown expand. To her panic those sharp teeth began to overtake the clown's entire face. In fact, ITs whole head was nothing but sharp teeth, except right in the middle. In the dead center she saw three bright moving circles. They were small but they were definitely eye catching to the point of being hypnotic. No matter how much Gwen wanted to look away, she just couldn't. She watched those three bright moving circles with an awed, slowly transforming, empty expression. It felt like a life time before Pennywise closed ITs mouth again, returning to the normal form it was prior.
Except it didn't take long for the entity to be the shocked one.
Firstly, Gwen hadn't floated in the air like IT expected her to. Just like all the other victims had. Secondly, Gwen eyes had been milky white as Beverly's for only a few seconds. It didn't take long for the dark brown color to return back to her irises, and when Gwen's eyes fully returned to be normal she gave IT such a glare that the entity was genuinely staggered. IT even let go of her.
"That doesn't work on me, asshole." Gwen seethed, trying to lift herself up. She had no idea how she was able to fight off that sensation from going into the unknown. When she stared into those lights she heard voices. They all had called out her name, asking for help. Those voices sounded familiar and as much as Gwen wanted to help something pulled her back into reality.
That really angered IT. How did the deadlights not work on her? No human ever was able to overpower the deadlights. They all either became catatonic or lost their minds to the point of insanity. That was impossible! IT snarled. This had Maturin written all over it. As if the Turtle hadn't interfered enough already. Despite the entity's plan on keeping her trapped in the deadlights not working, IT remained in control. IT launched forward again, pinning her down once more. This time lowering ITs face to her neck.
Gwen felt and heard Pennywise inhale her neck when ITs nose was smelling her. Having IT on her again caused Gwen to shiver out of fear and she knew IT must have sensed that fear. Not long afterwards a spine chilling cackle filled the air.
"I would have preferred the easier way, but you've always smelled better whenever you're afraid. Your juicy girly bits smell so sweet. I bet they taste just as sweet, too. They sure feel plump...ready for the taking."
The thought of IT changing her clothes crossed her mind after saying that. That sick, demented.... Gwen didn't finish that thought, she just continued to fight against the hold IT had on her. Unfortunately, that didn't do much but she did not for one second stop trying. And just because she couldn't physically escape, that didn't mean she couldn't verbally fight back. She glowered at the clown. "Nothing you do is gonna hurt me! I am not scared of you!" She shouted and in some way what she said was the truth...but it was also a lie. It was true that she was starting to feel less scared now, but she knew that IT could still cause her immense pain. Pain that she had a feeling she was about to experience.
Pennywise leveled ITs face on top of hers. That unhinged smile was planted without any ounce of mercy. "Are you sure about that?"
Gwen continued her fight but what IT said next caused her to stop.
"What would Stanley boy think after I'm through with you?" Pennywise's head tilted to the side in mocking thought. "Do you really think he would still want a tainted girl like you?"
The mention of Stan had Gwen's heart racing. She did not want his name to come out from ITs mouth. The last thing she wanted was for IT to mention the innocent curly haired boy that she had feelings for. Gwen couldn't help but react back to what IT said. She frowned and tears glistened out of worry. What the hell did that mean? After IT was through with her? And tainted? In her mind Gwen was already tainted. So what could IT possibly mean?
Everything suddenly made sense to Gwen when ITs sharp teeth started to show and she felt ITs claws expand, digging into her wrists. Sadly there was nothing Gwen could do for what occurred next. An incident that would forever haunt her into adulthood. Even with or without her fully remembering the exact details of the horrific experience.
"Sing for me...you sweet, sweet girl."
Excruciating pain soon erupted when IT bit into her right shoulder. ITs razor sharp teeth joyfully and mercilessly dug right in. Gwen then let out an ear piercing scream as IT continued to harshly bite her.
Gwen didn't stop screaming until her vision started to get blurry and she was close to passing out again. Before that happened, Gwen saw yellow piercing eyes, along with Pennywise's wicked smile that was now smudged with her own blood. She then felt an unfamiliar sharp pain as she hazily watched IT escape her line of vision and felt something wet run down her thighs before she finally passed out.