"Meet me at midnight in the forest of my dreams. We'll make a fire and count the stars that shimmer above the trees. Corinne. ♡♡"
"Your hair is winter fire, January embers, my heart burns there too."
°Ben Hanscom Fanfiction°
°Ben Hanscom × OC°
°(A/N...
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•°Corinne's POV°•
"They say they found part of his hand all chewed up near the stand pipe." Stanley says, we where at the 4th of July festival, a joyous day for everyone in Derry.
I stared at the missing poster for Corcoran that was placed on one of the buildings, Richie was playing the tuba not so far from us, fooling around as usual.
"He asked to borrow a pencil once." Ben says, holding my hand behind his back rubbing small circles on my hand calming my nerves a little bit, sending a small smile his way.
"It's like she's been forgotten, because Corcoran's missing." Bill points out, as he lifted up the poster showing Betty's just underneath his.
"Is it ever gonna end?" Stanley asks.
"What are you guys talking about?" Eddie asks, joining us again, handing Richie an ice cream. "What they always talk about." Richie states licking his ice cream happily.
"I actually think it will end, for a little while at least." Ben spoke up, the others looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean?" Beverly asks, all eyes on him.
"So Cori and I were going over all my Derry research and we charted out all the big events, the ironworks explosion in 1908, the Bradley gang in '35, and the blackspot in '62, and now kids being... We realized this stuff seems to happen..." Ben explains as Bill cut him off.
"Every 27 years."
It took us a few days to go through all his research, but that is what we collected out of all the stacks of papers, and the tension around the group got even bigger as the information was shared with the rest of the group.
We found somewhere to sit down and discuss our clown problem further, which happens to be by the giant statue of an old guy holding an axe.
"Okay, so let me get this straight. It comes out from wherever to eat kids for like a year? And then what? It goes into hibernation?" Eddie asks, the recent events happening in our town wasn't normal, I was just curious how nobody else in this cursed town has taken notice of this.
"Maybe it's like... What do you call it? Cicadas. You know the bugs that comes out every 17 years." Stanley points out, it was a good point, but unrelated to our clown, whatever he was, we all knew for sure he wasn't human.
"My grandfather thinks this town is cursed, he says that all the bad things that happen in this town are, because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry." Mike says, his eyes staring into the distance, like he was remembering something.
"But it can't be one thing. We all saw something different." Stanley says in disagreement. "Maybe or maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see." Mike said as he looked up at Stanley who was sitting next to him.
"I saw a leper. He was like a walking infection." Eddie spoke up, breaking the silence, "but you didn't, because it isn't real, none of this, not Eddie's leper or Bill seeing Georgie or the woman I keep seeing." Stanley states, but I didn't agree with him, that damn spider I saw looked pretty real to me, Ben must have noticed the goosebumps crawling up my arm, because he started drawing on my hand with his finger.
"She hot?" Richie asks pushing up his glasses.
"No, Richie. She's not hot, her face's all messed up, none of this makes any sense, they're all like bad dreams." Stanley says. Mike turned towards him, "I don't think so, I know the difference between a bad dream and real life, okay?" Mike states with all seriousness.
"What'd you see? You saw something too?" Eddie asks him curiously.
"Yes. Do you guys know that burned down house on Harris Avenue? I was inside when it burned down, before I was rescued my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door trying to get to me, but it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone. We're all afraid of something." Mike told us his story, his voice fulled with sadness and fear.
"Got that right." Richie states, staring at something behind him.
