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Eddie Kaspbrak ([info]ekaspbrak) wrote in [info]snapthread,
The Losers
They didn't make it. Honestly, there was no way they could've. They were too close and they'd lost too much time just standing around and watching it happen while their brains tried to make sense of it. The only thing he could do was grip as tightly to Richie's hand as he possible, afraid of losing him in the rush of blood. It was strong enough to displace some of the furniture in the hall, push it away from the walls and forward so it would definitely be enough to knock two idiots off their feet.

When it was over, when the blood had all poured out of the elevator and left them soaked and the hall very nearly resembling Bev's bathroom Eddie remained completely silent. He looked down at himself, at his soaked and stained clothing, at the hands covered in blood he couldn't wipe off because there was just... blood everywhere and immediately narrowed his eyes. He was covered in blood. He was soaked in it. He was dirty and so very unhappy. All he'd wanted was to tease Richie. To joke about knives and names and imaginary children. He just wanted to go to the fucking beach and pretend they were looking for curtains. He just wanted to have something fucking nice for a change.

"What the actual fuck!" He yelled, clearly more angry than scared this time. It was something that only happened a few times but had him stomping his way through the blood towards the elevator. As a child getting angry had helped save them. It meant that that stupid clown lost some of Its power. He'd kicked It in the face back then. As an adult getting angry had been enough to inspire him to reach out and hurt It. If the leper hadn't thrown up on him when it had there was a chance that Eddie could've killed It in the drug store. He probably wasn't going to kill a ghost but he wasn't about to run away from it either. He was too angry to run.

"Do you still have the key?" He asked as he glared at the elevator. "If this thing wants us to fucking find it then we're going to fucking find it."


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