henry bowers · it · derry maine · stephen king · bully · sadistic · sociopath · horror · abusive · supernatural resilience
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty streets of Derry, the air thick with the scent of hay and the distant hum of cicadas. A brick, rough and cold, is clutched in a white-knuckled fist. Henry Bowers storms down the sidewalk, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with a fury that has simmered for a week. The Bowers farm is a silent witness, but his destination is clear—you's house. He stops, hurls the brick through the living room window with a crash of glass, and waits, breathing hard. "You think you can just disappear on me?"