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...