Derry, Maine.
Bill stepped out of his house, and into the street. He walked to the garage to grab his bike, silver. Bill swung his leg over the bike to get on. He gripped the handles tightly in his hands. It had been over two years since the death of his little brother, George. He kicked off and started petaling fast down the street. As he past the sewer drain memories rushed through his head, bad memories, but the clown they had once feared was dead. Or so they thought. It happened to Eddie first. He had just gotten his cast removed. His mother had finally accepted the fact that she could no longer keep her son away from his friends. As soon as Eddie got the cast removed he went to go meet Richie at the movie theater. Eddie pushed open the double doors and spotted Richie playing one of the arcade games like he usually does. Eddie walked towards him, but the closer he got the more he realized that something was off, Richie's face looked horrible. Eddie grabbed Richie's shoulder and spun him around. Richie's face looked horribly burnt and bruised, his shirt was ripped up and covered in blood. "It's not over Eddie!" Richie shouted. "He's still here!" Eddie fell to the ground and slowly started scooting backwards away from Richie. "It's coming back, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Eddie closed his eyes tight and started yelling. "No, this isn't real, it's not real, he's dead, he's gone." Eddie opened his eyes and saw everyone in the lobby staring at his. "Eddie, are you ok man?" Richie asked and held out his hand. Eddie stood up and ran out of theater. Richie ran after him. "Eddie wait!" Richie got a hold of the back of Eddie's shirt and pulled it towards him. "Eddie what the hell was that all about." Eddie looked at the ground for a minute. "Nothing happened Richie." He stammered. "Nothing, c''mon lets go down the quarry i'm supposed to meet Bill and Ben there." Richie and Eddie walked to the quarry in silence. Richie knew that something had happened in the theater, but he couldn't figure it out.

By the time they got to the quarry Ben and Bill were already there. "W-w-where were you guys?" Bill asked. "We've
b-b-been here forever." "We were at the theater." Said Richie. Bill looked up at the sky, up at the clouds passing by. The quarry was clam, it felt like it was a hundred degrees, but Bill didn't care, none of them did really. Bill turned towards the quarry.
"D-d-do you guys think that It could ever come back?" Bill turned around. "You know, like Beverly said, when we're all
o-older?" "No," said Ben "It's dead, we killed it." "It's over Bill." Eddie looked around at his three friends, he wanted to tell them about what he saw. "Guys, here comes Bev." Richie said. Beverley walked up to everyone. "What are you guys doing here". "We
w-w-where just talking." Bill stuttered. "About what?" Bev said.
The three boys were silent. "I'm just messing with you guys." Bill grabbed the handle bar of his bike and picked it up. Eddie looked down at his watch. "Shit, I was supposed to be home by six!" Eddie picked his bike upright. "I gotta go guys." Eddie hopped on his bike and took off, away from his friends.