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Title: IT Chapter: Six/? Rating: R Spoilers: Up to and including the last season shown. Beta Reader: Scotty Welles Shadow Mage Summary: Alt-Buffy/IT verse and crossover. What if Willow was the seventh member of the choosen group instead of Ben. Disclaimer: Nope, don't belong to me. <><><><><><><> Summer Of 1989 <><><><><><><> "Why are we here again?" Willow asked nervously from her place beside Bill. "B-b-because I w-w-want t-t-to c-check u-under t-t-the p-p-p-porch." Willow cocked her head at him, quietly studying the young boy. It had been five days since their run in with Henry at the Aladdin, and she'd thought she was going to spend a nice peaceful day down in the Barrens, but did she? No. Bill had to show up looking for Eddie, and when he couldn't find him, he'd latched onto her to help him with a mission. Now, here they were standing in front of the house on Neibolt Street. "You won't find anything. The hobo's probably long gone." "N-n-not i-i-i-if i-i-i-its t-t-the c-c-clown." "And if it is the clown, then what?" Bill clenched his jaw grimly. "T-t-t-then w-w-we k-k-kill i-i-it." "How?" Bill pulled a pistol from the waistband of his jeans. "I-i-i-it's m-m-my D-d-dad's." "What if it's some sort of monster? The picture and balloons...none of it's normal." "T-t-then w-w-we'll f-f-find s-s-some o-o-o-other w-w-w-way." Willow sighed as Bill started towards the house, and slowly followed him. She had a very bad feeling about this whole thing. The kind of feeling that you had when you knew you were facing your own death. She watched wearily as he climbed under the porch. They weren't going to just look, no matter how much Bill assured her. "Here goes nothing." She got down and crawled under the smelly porch. Her hands crushed the splinters of wood and glass scattered across the entire area under the porch. "Um, somehow I get the idea that whatever did this isn't something we want to be messing with?" Bill looked over his shoulder at her. "I-I-I'm s-s-scared t-too, b-b-but w-w-we h-h-h-have t-t-t-to d-d-do s-s-something." "If I didn't believe that I wouldn't be here." She slipped in beside him to get a look at what used to be a window. The window frame was now mostly gone, and the walls on all sides were bent outward like it had been the victims of an explosion. "Let's go kill ourselves a clown." Bill smiled grimly as he turned and lowered himself through the window. When he stood back some in the dark basement, she went through. Her Reeboks sneaker running shoes made soft crunches on the bits and pieces of coal. Bill pulled the pistol from his belt, slinking carefully towards the far coal stale. Willow stayed right behind him, grabbing a thick broomstick as she passed. She pulled the heavy stick over her shoulder, launching herself around the stale with Bill... Both relaxed slightly seeing that there was nothing but coal. "Well, that was productive..." They both whirled around in fright as the tattered old wooden door at the top of the basement stairs flung open, slamming into the wall and causing layers of coal dust to fall on them. A deafening howl of rage splintered the room, loud bands occupying each haired paw that banged onto the stairs. They made out torn jeans on the furry thick legs, tighter than should be possible. She could make out the thick misshapen paws of the beast wearing a torn Derry High letterman jacket, black and orange. Silver eyes scowled at them over his snarling muzzle. Bill fired the gun at it, the suffocating smell of gunpowder filling the basement as the bullet tore through the werewolf's head. It seemed to laugh at them as it continued towards them, unaffected. She desperately scanned the room for a way out, the window they came through too high off the ground for them to reach. "Bill, the coals! Climb the coals!" "W-w-what?" Willow forcefully took the gun from him, ignoring the burn on her hand from touching the barrel. "Climb the coals and get the damned window open. NOW!!" She spun on the surprised werewolf and took a mincing step forward. "You wanna mess with me? Huh? First you kill Bill's brother, then you go on some homicidal rampage, and now you're screwing with our heads!" The werewolf growled low in its throat, making a noise somewhere between human speech and a rapid dog going berserk. But it didn't matter; she heard what it was saying clear as day. 'I'll kill you...' She smirked darkly as it jerked its head down at the loud click of the hammer being drawn back. She raised the pistol up, the heaviness resting naturally in her hands. She knew it had been ineffective when Bill fired it, but that was because you couldn't hurt a werewolf with regular bullets. Everyone knew that. No, she thought in a flash, what you really needed was... She fired the gun, watching a brighter missile streaking across the room, and taking dark pleasure in the squeal of pain the creature let out. "The joy of silver bullets," she said with a grin. "Light, fast, and they burn like hell." "C-c-c-come on!" Bill yelled at her. She scrambled up the coal and dived headfirst out of the open window, rolling through the overgrown grass. She came up on her knees and held the gun in front of her, watching the window patiently. The sound of panting and coal falling alerted her. Once more she drove the hammer back and fired as its head appeared in the window. "GO!!" she screamed, racing beside Bill towards his bike. He jumped onto the ancient silver bike, three times his size, waiting until she'd leaped onto the long rack over the rear tire before pushing off. It wobbled dangerously as he gained speed, the bike cutting neatly through the street. She chanced a look back and gulped back a scream at the enormous werebeast raced after them. "Faster!!" Bill half stood, grunting in effort as he pedaled harder, turning sharply off the street. She gripped his waist harder, breathing a sigh of relief as the werewolf stopped at the corner like a dog at the end of its chain, turning to disappear back into the shadows. "H-h-how-how'd y-y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-" Bill's exertions as he pedaled, combined with his fear, were making him almost impossible to understand. "Slow down," she told him, meaning both the bike and his speech. And preferably his heart rate. He slowed, trying to breathe deeper. "H-h-how d-did y-y-you...d-d-do th-that?" he got out at last. "Do what?" "Th-the b-b-b-b-" "Oh, the bullets?" Now that she had a second, that puzzled her, too. "I dunno, I just thought about silver bullets, you know, like when you're dreaming and you think of something you want, or someplace you'd like to be, and you've got it, or you're there. I didn't have time to think about it, or anything. Hey, maybe that means that if you try hard enough, you can affect It based on whatever shape it takes. Like if It uses your own fears to change into different things, then you can fight those shapes the same way you fight your own fear. Wow, that's useful to know, even if it does sound like a bad 'after school special' moral or something..." Willow broke off, aware that she was babbling again. She'd just learned something valuable, now if only she knew more about It or what to do about It. 'I think it's time for some research.' <><><><><><><> Beverly closed the bathroom door, leaning against it to try and get a grasp on her feelings. She loved her father, but she wished more than anything he wasn't so violent. He was usually fine when he was sober, but it was rare when he was. She couldn't wait until she could finally get away from him. "Help me..." a faint voice whispered. She slowly approached the sink, staring at the drain. "Hello, is someone there?" "Help me, Beverly..." She shivered at the babylike voice, which sounded as though it had just started to learn to talk. A smell of death and sewers filled the room, making her stomach tighten. "W-who's there?" She leaned closer to the drain, listening for the voice again. "Come down and play with me, Bevy. I want to meet you, we all want to meet you." She jerked back. There was something moving down there. She nervously stared at the black hole, swearing she could see a clown down in there. Almost like looking in one of those long kaleidoscopes at a picture. "Beverly, help me. It's so dark down here." The sobs of a baby echoed out of the drain. "Who is this?" The voice sniffled. "Matthew Clemens. The mean ol' clown came and got me, and brought me down here. He's going to come for you too, and Willow, and Bill, and Eddie..." The voice gradually turned into the Clown's. "...and Stan. And oh, do we float down here. Bevy, say hello to old Billy boy for Georgie. He's having a swell time. He practices his piano like a good boy, and one night when Bill is tucked into his nice warm bed, Georgie will be there to shove piano wire into his fucking eyes!!! Then I'll come after you and rip your head off your shoulders and stuff your body into the blender." A dark red bubble poked out of the drain, growing bigger and bigger. She took an unsteady step back as it burst, splattering blood over everything, including her. "DADDDDDYYY!!!!" The door burst open as the tall, sickly, thin man swaggered into the room, cold rage dripping from him. "What is it Bevy? What's happened?" She pointed to the sink. "Don't you see...?" "See what? My god, girl, what the hell are you going on about? I was in the middle of my baseball game." He grabbed the sink examining it, his hands sliding over the slick blood. He couldn't see it. He couldn't see the blood... "I-i-it w-was a spider, daddy," she mumbled. "It must've gone back down the drain." Her father lightly patted her cheek, and brushed his fingers through her hair. "I worry 'bout you sometimes, Bevy. I worry a lot." He left the bathroom. "Now you get on to bed, and don't give me no more trouble, you hear?" "Yes, daddy." <><><><><><><> " I signed the release waiver, so feel free to put things in my slot anytime." - Charles Angels. Odo: Madam Ambassodor, I'm not like you. Every sixteen hours I revert to a liqiud. Lwaxana Troi: I can swim. - DS9: The Forsaken. Aeris Jade Orion list mommy: erslash@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx erslash-adult@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx AIM: Aeris Jade ICQ: 51496263 AT&T/Pow-Wow: Jade Pow-Wow Community: Orion Web Site: http://members.fortunecity.com/aerissword/Index.html |