Chapter two: Begging is always good.
It was dark, dank and it smelt like vomit. And blood, as well as the rotting corpses that laid mangled and decapitated on the cold stone floor. Arms and legs hung from the ceiling from what looked like cobwebs. They glistened like red rubies in the only source for sunlight from a hatch on the far wall.
The little girl named Iren sat at the far corner of the chamber. Her eyes wide and red rimmed as tears prickled down her baby chops, lips parted to suck in air and breathing out through the nose. Her precious red coat's sleeves was ripped to pieces because she struggled against Pennywise.
Her nose dribbled a little but seeing her beloved coat was torn she used the good sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot. Pennywise left her in this wreck in this damnable pit. The fear of never seeing her mother and father again scared her witless. Especially since Pennywise's last words when he dragged he into the sewer. "You're dinner!" rang clearly in her mind.
She stopped shaking dead in her tracks as she heard his footsteps, she looked up into the shadows, Pennywise was there, his teeth bared, and eyes shone a deep crimson.
"Dinner time!" he declared, snarling through his clenched teeth. "Please, don't, please!" Iren begged her high pitch tone. Fear wrecked through her. Memories of his clutching her close to his chest and tight muscled arms squeezed her tightly as to tenderize her.
Pennywise stared into the green orbs, something about Pennywise softened. His face did, his teeth went back to the blunt perfectly squared teeth. His eyes turned back to the dark grey eyes.
But his eyes were threatening as Iren ducked her head into her knees, her hat falling off to reveal a long and wide black tattoo that entwined in a heart shape in the centre of a circle. "Leave me alone!" Iren screamed looking up enough at the ground and grabbed a fist size rock and threw it as hard as she could at Pennywise. It hit him right in the stomach, lets be honest it wasn't that hard but he wasn't too far away.
Pennywise eyes were wide in shock, he didn't expect this little twerp to put up much of a fight. He just laughed, a cackled laugh, "Pathetic, you brat. If you wanna cause some damage, this is the way to do it!" picking up the rock that Iren had threw at him. And threw it at her head, she ducked just in time. The rock splintered to the ground. Iren looked frightened but adrenaline pulsed through her fragile frame. She turned defensive and ran strait into Pennywise and head butted him strait in his gut.
Pennywise was taken by surprise but repelled her with a swift slap in her face. Turning one cheek pinker than the other. "Now, little girl." he began, she hissed at him in both pain and a passionate hatred as he lifted her up from grasping her collar and holding her inches away from his face.
He snarled ferociously, "You can beg for my forgiveness and make it convincing and have a merciful death or you can fucking die the most painful and terrifying way, my pet." Iren's eyes widened at the offer, She snarled her self. "You actually think I'm going to beg for a demon's forgiveness? Either I do or I don't I'll die either way you sick bastard!"
Pennywise's snarl turned it into a sick revolting grin. "You are you're father's daughter aren't you?" Iren looked him dead in the eyes, "How do you know my father?" Pennywise laughed sickly "Because he's the one that gave me this, thirty years ago." With that Pennywise tore the yellow fabric on his left shoulder, pulling Iren away enough to see.
He looked fat in his six sizes to big baggy clown clothes but actually was very trim, (That was surprising.) and well toned. That didn't matter to Iren, what bothered her was the long deep scar that ran down from Pennywise's Neck past his collarbone and further down his chest but it was covered instantly.
"My father didn't mention anything!" "I know that, but he wasn't going to tell you, yet." "What do you mean?" Iren demanded, beginning to feel the adrenaline rush pump harder.
"Your father had the exact same marking on the back of his neck like you do. A marking that's been past down since eons ago, and do you know what those marking symbolize?" Iren was confused and wanted answers. She shook her head.
"Demon hunters. Pet. Your wretched father and your mother were demon hunters. Thirty years ago your father and mother as well as their comrades nearly destroyed me. But of course as you can see I remain. As I stand here in my hands I have the Heir to the demon hunter's legacy. I can easily take my revenge." he hissed.
"If what you say is true my Daddy will come back and kick you stupid ass you bastard!" cried Iren as Pennywise tightened his hold on her. Bringing her close to him. "Face it, pet. Daddy's too old to stop me. But don't worry, Mama will be joining us any day now. Seeing she's on her death bed, oh what fun we'll have!" He laughed, throwing his head back. It was a loud cackling sound that made Iren flinch.
Something snapped inside of Iren. Her emerald eyes widened angrily, turning steely and stone cold, launching her self forward she swatted Pennywise in the face and scratching him with her finger nails.
She kicked him repeatedly in the gut and did a high kick in the face, full force. "Screw you jackass!" Throwing her against the wall Pennywise glared at her and swiped at her. (Her daddy swears, A LOT)
Once rendered harmless he picked her up with ease and lifted her to his face with one hand. One of her eyes were beginning to close and her nose dribbled blood a bit. A snarl ripped through her chest. As Pennywise lifted a hand under her chin to tilt her head up Iren slammed her jaw down on it. Biting hard into the tough material.
Pennywise hissed angrily as he wiped out his hand. "Shit!" he cussed. "Fuck you!" he swore as he dropped her on the hard floor. Tacking his hand over his head, ready to strike. Iren covered her head with her arms. Lifting her legs up for protection and letting out a low whimper Pennywise' halted on his advanced.
Looking up from under her arms she stared at him with innocent eyes. Pleading with him for mercy. Only to find that he disappeared.
Looking forward up the door to the chamber in the dark room (which she tried to open but failed because it was locked) was left open.
Confused she stood up and trod forward towards it. Uneasy that this could be a trap of Pennywise'. Gaining confidence Iren began to run and speeded through the sewer after leaving the threshold of the corpse chamber.
Running up the sewer stairs she heard the cries of Pennywise. Pausing with fear looked behind her quickly to make sure she wasn't being followed. Turning back she ran as fast as her legs could carry her fragile frame.
The screams echoed behind Iren, driving her farther out of the underground. Seeing light Iren hoisted herself up onto a window ledge where glass was shattered. Looking out into the bright light Iren sighed in relief when she looked back and then to the moor and lake outside.
Climbing trough the broken glass frame, making sure not to cut herself on the sharp shards of glass, but with no such luck, slicing her lower leg, cutting trough the boot to her skin. "Ah!" she cried quietly.
But putting on a strong face Iren continued to climb through. Looking on either side she spotted growing ivy on the side of the building. Laying her back against the wall she skidded side ways to it where she carefully climbed down it from it, making sure she used enough grip to hold herself from falling.
Jumping down at the last four feet Iren ran into the forest, looking behind her and running from it and deep into the Forest where she bumped into some one she was all too happy to see.
"DADDY!" she cried as she saw her father stumbling through the shallow end of the forest, near the roadway. Turning to Iren, Stewart Smithers grinned broadly and stumbled towards his only daughter.
Tumbling to running Stewart skidded down on his knees and wrapped his skinny arms around him. Tears flowed freely down his shallow cheeks. Mouth open he cried out loudly. "Iren, where were you?? I was so worried!!" He screamed out. Iren was confused "What are you talking about daddy??
"Your mother is dead, daughter." he said simply. Tears flowed freely. It made sense now, those screams weren't Pennywise' they were her mothers. Tears again brimmed the child's eyes and sniffled quietly into her father's chest. Even though he was a drunk and refused to lift so much as a finger to help anyone Iren knew for a fact that that was about to change.
"Where were you?? I was looking around town for you for nearly two days!" Iren's eyes flew wide open, two days? Almost two days?? She was only gone for nearly half a day. Not a day and a half. "What are you saying daddy, I was only gone for half a day not a day and a half." Iren laughed, not wanting to believe it. Pulling his young daughter at arms length Stewart eyed her wryly.
"Sweetheart, you've been gone for nearly two days." he said firmly. In the long run Iren decided not to argue with her father and replied "I'm sorry daddy it wont happen again." No way in hell would she tell her father about Pennywise, one: she was to frightened, two: She didn't want to believe even though she saw it with her very own eyes, and eventually would believe it was just her imagination.
Stewart sighed heavily and picked up his daughter with one arm, cradling her affectionately. In all which Iren smiled and nuzzled her face in his chest.
"Come on Ireny, lets get you changed, look at you you're all dirty and your clothes are ripped to pieces." Stewart scolded lightly, whatever happened he was going to find out one way or the other. One thing was for sure he wasn't going to drag it out of her. He couldn't, as much as he would like to but he knew Iren. She'd just clam up.
He noticed the cut through her boot and her nose bled, her coat was tattered and her cap was missing. Her hair was mashed.
That night at the Smither's residence Stewart had read Iren a story before bed. Which he had never EVER done before, his wife was the one that usually did these kinds of things but seeing (and in grieving) he knew now that she was dead he had to step up to the mark. He knew he was an arsehole of a father and husband. But that doesn't mean he didn't love them, he did.
After tucking Iren into bed and kissing the red head goodnight Stewart couldn't help but grimace at the scarlet red hair that his wife had, too much, he thought, too much like her. Flawless skin 'cept with that freckle on Iren's top lip, pale and soft. Her green eyes were his, but that was all that she had off of his family, the green eyes.
"Good night Iren, sleep well Darling." Stewart whispered as he flicked on the night light and turned off the main light to her room. Iren, tired as she was slept until a noise had awoke her from her slumber.
Apart from the night light the corners of the room was shaded and a pair of yellow eyes opened up. Iren was startled, she whined a little as the demon clown appeared fully from the shadows. "No point in screaming Iren." said the clown menacingly, smiling smugly to Iren. "No one can hear you." Tacking a step forward and reaching towards her Iren jumped out of bed and ran towards the door.
Trying to pull the door knob but to no prevail, it wouldn't open. Looking over her shoulder she could see the clown making his way towards her, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed, putting her arms up over her head for protection as Pennywise' raised his hand above her.
A wicked smirk graced the clowns face. His grey eyes turned a yellowy orange hue. "Why would I do that now? Lil' bird, lil' magpie." "Please…" she begged again like she did in the sewers. Pennywise' halted and looked at the young six year old. Lowering his hand Pennywise just stood there. Staring at her in wonder, peeking through her tiny and venerable shield Iren gazed up at the clown.
He JUST STOOD there. Pennywise was aware of the young girl staring at him. But he paid no heed, he stared in wonder, 'So alike,' he thought quietly, 'So much like….Her.'
"Please don't hurt me." came Iren's innocent whisper, begging him. Pennywise snapped out of his thoughts and stared blankly at her. He nodded and backed up into the shadows of the little room.
Leaving Iren standing against the door. Dumbfounded. "What just happened??" she asked in wonder. Looking into the shadows Iren shook her head and literally jumped into her bed and hid under the covers.
Feeling the presence of the dreadful spirit subsided and Iren curled into a ball and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. But Pennywise was watching from the corner of the room in the shadows.
Stepping out as soon as he head the little girl's breath evened and a slight snoring sound came from the small child's bed. Tacking long four strides to the bed. Pennywise' looked down at the young child's form, 'too much like her' he sighed, memories came rushing back with in an instant. Closing his eyes flashbacks of HER face clouded his mind. It was her that made him what he was now.
A/N: Hello! I'm sorry that I could not write down a authors note earlier. This is my first IT fan fiction, I've only seen the movie but I would like to read the book. Kinda based on the movie but at the same time I've twisted it a little and gave some more depths. Like: Why Pennywise became a demon what made him the way he was, ext. Why he hates and all. So I hope you all liked my IT fanfic and hope that you will write a review even if it's just criticising a little, so I don't mind that because I could use it to improve my writing. So if you could I would be VERY grateful. Thank you and please enjoy my fanfics ! :)