Savior in the Rain

I had been out jogging keeping my body in shape. I was always out jogging when I wasn't in school. Today had turned out cloudy but I knew I could get my run in before the rain would come.

"Bye mom!" I called.

"Bye Maggie! Be safe out there and please remember a rain jacket," called my mother from the kitchen.

"No need! I got a sweater instead! Don't worry it's flourescant!" I called back before I went out the front door locking it behind me. I kept my house keys on a small bracelet on my left wrist while out jogging.

I went outside in capris and a hooded waterproof pink sweatshirt.

I tied my long waist length brown hair in a braid and began my hour jog around the town of Derry, Maine.

I knew the town very well having been born and living here all my 16 years of life.

I knew everyone and everyone knew me. It didn't feel like family, more of acquaintances. There were good people and there were also bad. Like Henry Bowers and his gang. They had tormented me too from putting gum in my hair, trashing my locker at school, and of course who could forget the blood in the sink gag in home economics class.

That one had given me the creeps and detention for a week.

I was out for an hour and then it got darker with the rain starting to come down heavier every minute.

I stopped jogging and looked up at the sky hearing the sound of thunder crash above me

"Well guess the run is over," I said.

I then turned back and walked the rest of the way home. Thankfully where I had stopped wasn't too far from my domicile.

I was shivering while walking and I was at the corner of Jackson Street.

Then I heard a little kid screaming.

I looked up and down the street and saw little Georgie Dunbrough in the street crawling away from the storm drain.

He was screaming in absolute pain.

I had known the Denbroughs since Bill was born. They were kind nice decent people of the town.

"Georgie! Are you okay?" I asked him and ran to his side. I splashed in a huge puddle and slipped before I fell by Georgie's side.

I looked him over and I gasped in absolute horror.

I put my left hand over my mouth in disbelief.

His right arm was gone and he was bleeding profusely.

"Oh my God! What happened?" I asked him, cuddling him in my lap as he continued to scream in agony.

"Maggie! It!" he yelled pointing at the storm drain behind us.

"What it?" I asked him.

Looking back through the rain, I looked at the storm drain and I saw a hand reaching out towards us.

I screamed and pulled Georgie into my lap as I tried to get us out of reach of whatever was trying to grab us.

"What the FUCK is that?" I screamed trying to get on the other side of the street.

"A clown! Bad clown! He took my boat!" yelled Georgie in between his tears.

"A clown? What are you talking about?" I asked the child.

I cuddled him in my arms before I lifted myself up.

The hand seemed to be getting closer and closer despite us being on the opposite side of the drain.

"No one's arm is that long," I said before I started kicking at it with my wet sneakers.

"Go away! Get away from us!" yell at it as if it could understand me.

Then the hand grabbed my ankle and I fell back on the wet pavement.

Its grip was strong and I screamed as I struggled to release myself.

I looked at a crying Georgie who was now a safe distance away. He was clutching his arm where his arm had been torn off.

"RUN!" I scream at him.

Georgie looked at me in between sobs.

"RUN HOME! GET HELP!" I yelled at Georgie with all the breath I had.

Georgie stood up, and he ran home as fast as his little legs would carry him.

"That wasn't nice little girl," came a creepy raspy voice from the drain.

I froze in fear. Slowly I turned and looked through the raindrops. I looked back at the drain that I was being pulled towards.

All I saw was a pair of yellow glowing eyes. And they didn't look happy.

I screamed in fear and tried crawling away in the blood stained rain water.

"Let me go!" I yell and continued to kick for my life.

I managed to land a few blows on the hand but it didn't do any damage.

I was fighting for my life and yet I couldn't get away.

"You're a rude little girl," he said. He was mad.

Then I was pulled in to the drain but I didn't land in water. Instead I landed on a chest and I was pulled into darkness. I waited for something to happen but nothing did.

I was being held in place but by what or who I didn't know.

I looked around but couldn't see a damn thing in the darkness. The only light came from the opening where I was pulled through.

"What the hell are you?" I asked looking at darkness. I was then pushed forward with such a hard force. I turned around and I backed away, slowly whimpering as I did.

I stood in the light coming through the opening of the storm drain.

"Show yourself. Come into the light," I demanded.

Then it appeared to show itself to me.

I gasped as a massive clown blocked my vision.

My green eyes stared at this clown in horror.

"Oh my God!" I whimpered out.

"Not God. There is no God. Just me," said the clown. He smiled and a stream of drool came out of his mouth.

I muffled my screams and I almost fell in fright.

But now I got a good look at my captor.

He was dressed in an off white Victorian looking clown outfit with white gloves that looked to be a second skin.

His face paint was white with the red lines going down his eyes to meet up at his massive mouth with two front teeth as sharp as razors smiling back at me through the drool that was currently streaming out of his red lips.

I gazed up at his hair.

His head was also as big as his body was. It was shaped like a peanut.

I was gasping in fright at the sight of this angry hungry clown.

"Who are you?" I asked.

My voice cracked and he could tell I was scared shitless.

"Oh where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown," he said slightly bowing before me.

He slowly gazed back at me from the bow.

"Now are you going to tell me your name?" he asked me.

"Hell no," I said shaking my head.

"That's fine…Maggie," he said before he descended upon me, catching me before I could make a run for it.

"How did you know my name?" I asked him shaking.

I couldn't pull my gaze away from his eyes.

"Thank Georgie. I heard him call you that," he snarled at me before pulling me closer to sniff me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"You smell so sweet," he said.

As quick as lightning he turned me so I wasn't facing him and he put his arm around my throat holding me in place.

HE then sniffed my hair.

He found the end and unbraided it, letting my lock wet brown hair cascade down my back.

"Since the little one got away you can take his place," he said.

"I don't want to," I say my voice trembling.

"I'm not giving you a choice," growled Pennywise.

Pennywise gripped me tighter so that his arm was cutting off my air.

I started choking.

I wrapped my hands around his arm hitting him so he would let my throat go.

"What do you want?" I asked choking out the words.

"I have what I want," said Pennywise.

He then spun me around so I was facing him.

Pennywise smiled and opened his mouth to reveal a mouth full of sharp monster teeth.

"No. No," I said as I started to shake and cry.

I didn't know what to do except scream so I did.

I let out an ear piercing howling scream and Pennywise looked to the side like he was hurt.

Then I lifted my leg and kicked him in between the legs.

I didn't' care what this creature was. Everything, if male, has that pain down there.

It worked because the clown groaned in pain and kneeled down clutching his pain.

Then I kicked him in the face so he fell backwards on his back.

Then I screamed.

"Help me! Please someone! Down here!" I scream through the storm drain.

I started climbing up from where Pennywise had pulled me through.

I was climbing out, ignoring the water that splashed into my face.

I heard the clown groan and I knew he was standing up.

"Help!" I yell again hoping that someone would come and pull me out of the drain.

I was more than halfway out before I felt the clown put his hand on my leg.

I turn and see that Pennywise was as mad as hell. His teeth were showing and his eyes were now red.

He was growling wanting to devour me.

"Fuck you!" I scream and then I full on kicked him in the face with every ounce of fight and strength I had left.

I had kicked him in such a place that his neck snapped to the left at such an angle I think I had broken his neck. I saw blood pour out and he went down.

I felt his grip loosen on my leg and I crawled backwards away from the drain as I saw him disappear from my sight.

I stood and gasped looking at the drain that was pitch black.

I then started walking back wards asking myself what had just happened.

Was there really a killer clown on the loose eating kids?

I put my hands to my head in disbelief. No one would believe me.

"None of this makes any sense," I say to myself.

Then I remembered Georgie.

I didn't look back as I got up and ran to the Denbrough's house hold to check on Georgie.

I had just hoped he was still alive, and I didn't even see the little paper boat floating in a puddle near the drain. And it had a small red balloon with it.

AU Okay guys should I continue this story? Keep going or keep it a One Shot?!