#outrunthedevil

[trashmouthrecords]

somewhere else | Bill & Richie

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@outrunthedevil 

Richie sat down next to his friend and patted his back, giving a shrug, wrapping his own arms around his knees in a similar manner. Then he thought better of it and put an arm around Bill’s narrow shoulders.

“What? Like I have somewhere else better to be, Big Bill? Nah. I’m okay.”

[hauntedxwritings]

Reunited || Closed

with @outrunthedevil

Beverly had returned to Derry, after so long.  She hadn’t forgotten all that had happened there.  She had both good and bad memories there, and running from this place had both hurt and helped.  After all that had happened there, she was returning, as promised, twenty seven years after the original attack.  She wasn’t sure what to expect when she arrived, but then she saw him.  Bill.. her heart fluttered fast for a few moments, before she swallowed hard.   “Bill..”  She spoke his name softly.

[dclightfulxdcrry]

@outrunthedevil continued from here.

-Mike-

He knelt down to his friend, looking over his shoulder and around the room quickly before putting a hand on his shoulder.

“The clown-” At least, he thought it was the clown “- IT threw you around pretty good, man..”

“I stabbed it through the side of the head with something..” He scanned the ground, trying to figure out what it was exactly he’d grabbed in the confusion. “I-I think it was a table leg? It retreated for now.”

“Think you can walk if I support you? We need to get out of here.”

[b33p-b33p]

“ stop m-messing with your IV. ”

“But I’m booooored,” he whined, dropping back against the pillow with a dejected huff to stare at the ceiling.  This was the actual worst; nothing to do, nothing on TV, just lying in a damn bed.  Torture, if you asked him.

“How much longer do I gotta stay here, anyway?  I’m not dying or anything.”

[dclightfulxdcrry]

@outrunthedevil continued from here.

-Dean- 

This is becoming a thing, isn’t it? Older men trying to scare him? He was beginning to get the gist of what his parents were telling him about staying away from strangers.

The kid stepped back, looking at the man and rubbing his arm before glancing over at the man manning the entrance to the funhouse.

“Yeah.. Dean.” 

 Well, at least that guy was in reach if he started doing something weird again.

“My parents are-” Not here. They’re on a date now. 

Why they suddenly chose a family day out to go on a date was beyond him, but... love? Maybe? He didn’t quite get that junk...yet. Apparently.

Better not tell this guy that though.

“Uh.. Anyway, my friends just ran in ahead of me, Dude..” He pointed into the entrance, still not quite taking his eyes off the guy.

[gazebobullshit]

ANSWERED ASK:  “ don’t let the bastards get you down ! ” - @outrunthedevil

     “Not to shit on your optimism there Big Bill, but does that actually work.” He’s grumbling, but then he’s also got a black eye and his face hurts, so he feels validated. God, what if he has a concussion? What if his eye is damaged? He can feel his eyelid starting to swell. Shit. Then there’s the split lip and the blood and he’s going to get an infection and then it’ll get into his blood and- Nope! Derail right there Eddie. His breath hitches in his lungs, world spinning momentarily. “For the record I tried but they literally got me down. Like on the floor. Do you have any idea what kind of bacteria there is on the floor behind a high school, Bill? I’m probably going to die of an infection, or like internal bleeding or something. Fuck Ma isn’t going to let me out of the house for a month.” His legs swing anxiously from where he’s sitting perched on a counter in the bathroom, hands fidgeting with his shirt which is splotched with drops of blood. “I thought not having to deal with Bowers meant we wouldn’t get bullied anymore. This is bullshit.”  

[b33p-b33p]

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

"It's fine," he muttered. "I'm good, I swear."

...it was a bald-faced lie, of course. After Derry he wasn't actually sure 'fine' was something he was going to be able to classify as for a good long while, but there wasn't anything Bill could do about that, right? Plus, the other had his own life to get back to, he couldn't spend all his time making sure Richie wasn't going to drink himself to death or worse. It wasn't fair to him.

[b33p-b33p]

@outrunthedevil

He's not sure how long after the clown's defeat that he makes it out. Time doesn't travel linearly all the time anymore, more a meandering path with gaps here and there he tries not to think about. He claws his way out and follows his feet, some imperative pinned inside his chest that keeps him moving.

He mostly travels at night, because the sun burns his skin if he doesn't cover up enough, and because people don't look too closely at his too-pale skin or the dark circles under his eyes or the awkward, skulking way he moves in the dark. The look in his eyes, predatory and hunted in equal measure.

He travels until the gnawing pit in his stomach grows too loud, until it overwhelms everything and everything narrows. He's left covered in somebody else's blood with hazy images that make him want to hurl, but he only retches and coughs. He sleeps, and then he moves on. Tries to ignore this new facet.

It's Bill he finds first, stands on his doorstep in the cold in the middle of the night in stolen clothes in mismatched layers and spends a half hour contemplating the doorbell before he actually presses it.

It's a bad idea, he's pretty sure, but he doesn't know where else to go. Bill always knows what to do.