- Author's Note - Greetings, fellow IT fans! So, on September 8th, I went and saw IT for the first time, and, like the rest of you, I absolutely LOVED it! That night, the idea for this story came to me in the form of a dream. I was going to start writing it the very next day, but I live in Florida, and, as I'm sure most of you know, we got hit by Hurricane Irma that weekend. So, that put a hitch in my writing plans. But, Irma's long gone now, and waiting to write has allowed me to think up new ideas, and further develop the ones I already had.

The role of Belle is played by a young woman named Sarah Tran. She's known on Instagram as sarahannabella, and is most famous for her long, beautiful hair. She is also one of the sweetest people I've ever met, so I knew she'd be perfect for the role of Bill and Georgie's older sister.

I've made her the Cover Image for this story, and have also added a link to her Instagram to my Profile, where you'll also find ones for other original characters, a few of which are mentioned below, while others will be brought in later.

If you're a Game of Thrones fan, you'll recognize the title of the story, but, for those of you who aren't, "Mhysa" means "Mother" in a language in the books and on the TV Series, and, as you'll see as the story progresses, Belle is very much a Mother to all of the children (even Bill and Georgie, who are, of course, her brothers), mainly because, aside from Belle, Bill, and Georgie, all of the Losers Club either don't have Moms, or have very crappy ones, but I didn't want to name the story "Mother", especially since there's currently a (really bad) movie out right now entitled that, so I thought it'd be interesting to use a different, almost Mystical take on the term, which is even more fitting considering the story of "IT" is pretty mystical itself.

I also decided to re-cast Bill and Georgie's parents. They're literally only seen in one scene each in the movie, and, since I plan on them having a much larger role in the story, I decided to re-cast them with better people.

The Father is played by Liam Neeson and is named Bryan, and the Mother is played by Maggie Q and is named Katherine. Maggie Q is of Vietnamese descent, as is Sarah Tran. Also, Liam Neeson and Maggie Q fit perfectly for the backstory I came up with for their characters.

Lastly, I, of course, would LOVE to receive reviews! Please be kind though. I don't mind constructive criticism, but simply being straight out mean is unnecessary.

With that, here's the first Chapter. I hope you enjoy, and, if you do, PLEASE review!

October

Seventeen year old Belle Denbrough stood in the garage of her family's house, dressed in a fitted black tank top, black capris sweatpants, and a pair of athletic tennis shoes, her seemingly endless silky chestnut tresses pulled up into a ponytail at the back center of her head, an action which barely shortened their length.

"You know Mom doesn't want us doing this," Belle said to her Dad, who was standing in front of her, dressing her hands in the pair of boxing gloves, his workout bag gently swaying back and forth from where it hung from the ceiling behind them, while his own pair sat on the nearby weight bench.

"I am teaching you to protect yourself, Ellie," replied the former Marine, who'd been born and raised in Derry, before leaving at 18 to join the Military, mainly as a way to see the World outside of his small town, and, upon being stationed in Honolulu, Hawaii, met and fell in love with his wife and the Mother of his three kids, Katherine, who was serving in the Navy at the time.

After getting married a few years later, they soon found out that Katherine was pregnant, and decided to retire, then move back to Bryan's home town, in order to give their child, and any others that came along in the future, a normal, safe life.

"Especially with you going off to College soon," Bryan went on, sighing softly.

"To Harvard, Dad," Belle laughed. "What's at Harvard that I need to learn to protect myself from?"

"Hey," Bryan said, his tone suddenly even more serious than it had been, as he lifted his blue gaze to his daughter's beautiful face. She was his only baby girl, and he was therefor naturally much more protective of her than Bill and Georgie, despite her being the oldest. "You listen to your old man. I know most everything I say goes in one ear." He lifted a hand off hers in order to tap one side of her head. "And out the other." He moved that hand back down, in order to raise the other, and tap the opposite side of her head, actions that caused her to giggle, and attempt to swat his limb away with a single of her gloved ones. "But I know the World. And there are bad people everywhere. Even at a prestigious school like Harvard. Look at everything we've heard coming out of Hudson. So, just humor me, okay?"

"Okay, Dad," Belle sighed, which earned her a smile from Bryan, before he returned to finishing up with her gloves.

"I hope you know how proud we are of you, Ellie," said Bryan, as he stepped away in order to fetch his own pair. "Your Mom and I have always wanted the best for you and your brothers, ever since we found out each of you were coming. And now, look at you. Early acceptance into Harvard. You're going to be a Doctor."

Belle knew her Father was being completely serious. Despite being a Marine, he was an affectionate and loving man when it came to his family, but he still didn't like his wife and three children to see him get choked up, which he clearly was now, as she could tells his eyes were glistening, even though he was over by his weight bench, which was currently tucked into a dark corner, since he'd moved it to give them more space with the punching bag.

"If I survive the years it takes to become a Doctor," Belle spoke up. "Four years of College, four years of Medical School, up to five years of Residency, a year, or even two, of which is Interning."

"Hey," Bryan repeated, moving back over to his daughter, tucking his gloves under one arm, in order to reach out, and grasp his daughter by her slender upper arms, as he met her deep brown eyes with his own gentle blue. "You're gonna do it, sweetheart. Your Mom and I just know it. Your brothers too. We're all behind you, 100%. Okay?" Pausing, he waited for her to nod and smile, before he did the same, and straightened up, resuming his actions of putting on his gloves. "Good. 'Cause we're counting on you to take care of all of us when we get old."

Belle scoffed softly, rolling her rich chocolate hued orbs. "Well, I was kind of hoping Bill and Georgie would at least take care of me."

"I'm sure they would," chuckled Bryan, moving over to the punching bag, which his daughter followed him to, and he took up a position one side of it, holding it still with his hands. "Those brothers of yours idolize you, Ellie." Taking in a deep breath, he nodded at Belle. "Now, get into the stance I taught you." He watched her do so, spreading her feet shoulder width apart, then lifting up her arms, bent at the elbows, relaxed, not locked, gloved hands held in front of herself. "Good. And. . . go!"

Bryan continued to hold the bag in place, as his daughter began taking hits and kicks at it, smiling in pride when she actually did so with enough force to jostle him a bit on his feet.

It had begun to pour down rain outside when Belle and her Father were done with their training session. Bryan had even felt so confident in his daughter's growing abilities that he'd switched her from gloves to tape, as he put punching mitts on his hands, for her to hit and kick instead of the bag, to get a better experience with a more mobile target, while he also took careful swings at her, which she ducked, since they had a routine now they'd follow, much like a dance.

"Well, you'll probably be sore tomorrow," Bryan said, as he wiped his sweaty brow with a towel, while Belle removed the tape from her hands. "But we'll stick primarily with the gloves. If you're gonna be a surgeon, we need to protect those little limbs of yours." He nodded at her hands, and she sent him a look, causing him to chuckle softly.

"All right, kid," he continued, slinging his towel over his shoulder, then moving into place beside his daughter. "Time to hit the showers."

Before they could get to the door that led inside the house from the garage, it opened, and Katherine stood there, a sight that caused Belle's smile at her Father's words to fade, as she knew they were in trouble. Well, more him than her.

"The boys and I were wondering where you two have been," said Katherine, as she leaned against the doorframe, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Katherine-" Bryan began, sighing softly, but his wife cut him off, her dark brown eyes moving to their daughter.

"Baby, you promised you'd work on your acceptance letter today," she said.

"I am," Belle replied, before correcting herself. "I will. I just wanted to train with Dad a bit first."

Katherine nodded, a fake smile appearing on her beautiful face, as she turned her eyes onto her husband. "And how did today's session go?"

"Good," Bryan said proudly. "Our daughter's a natural."

"I'm going to hit the showers," Belle spoke up, wanting out of this uncomfortable situation as soon as possible, and she quickly brushed past her Mother, then bolted upstairs.

"I thought we talked about this," Katherine spoke to her husband, once their daughter was out of earshot. "Multiple times, in fact."

"Oh, Kat, come on," sighed Bryan. "She's got two Military experts as parents. You don't think she should capitalize on that?"

"We left the Military when we got pregnant with Belle speficially so she could have a life away from all of that," Katherine replied.

"Please, baby," Bryan went on. "We know better than anyone what's out there. She should be able to protect herself."

"From what?" Katherine asked, shrugging her slender shoulders. "Again, we came back to your small home town, where you said nothing interesting ever happens, so our children would be safe. What does Belle need to be so afraid of here? She's going to be leaving for College next year. What then? Are you gonna start training Bill too? What about Georgie?"

"Maybe I should," answered Bryan, with a defiant shrug of his own shoulders. "You really think that rhyme you taught Bill is gonna protect him from those pricks at his school?"

"If he works at it, yes," Katherine snapped, moving out of the doorway, and closer to her husband, as her slender arms dropped to her sides. "And it's not something I just made up, Bryan! That "rhyme" has helped a lot of children with their stutter! But, by all means, teach our son that it's better not to overcome his problems, but to beat them to a bloody pulp!"

When Belle got out of the shower, she dressed in all black attire once more, putting on black socks, black skinny jeans, and a black t-shirt. Even her bra and panties beneath the outer layer of clothing were black.

She'd washed her seemingly endlessly long chocolate brown tresses, so they hung wet all down her back, and over the front of her shoulders, as she absently toweled them dry, while padding down the hallway to Bill's room, where she could hear both of her brothers' voices coming from.

Stepping into the open doorway, Belle smiled softly at the sight of the two, Bill sitting cross legged on his bed, surrounded by his snotty balled up tissues, while Georgie stood nearby, watching his older brother fold a thick piece of notebook paper into something.

"How are my boys doing?" she asked, drawing both of their attention over to her.

"Bill's making me a boat!" Georgie exclaimed happily, rushing over to Belle, who immediately bent down, slipping her slender hands beneath her littlest brother's arms, then using the hold to lift him up, where she settled him against one hip, while he wrapped his tiny limbs around her neck and wet hair.

"Oh, yeah?" Belle inquired, as she secured her hands beneath his bottom, while shifting her deep brown eyes from his adorable little face to Bill on his bed.

"Do you wanna come race it with me, Ellie?" asked Georgie. "Bill can't, 'cause he said he's dying."

Belle sent her sick brother a look, even though she knew he'd been joking, before returning her gaze to Georgie. "I would love to come with you, sweetie, but Mom's been on me about getting my acceptance letter done."

"S-S-S-Seriously?" Bill spoke from over on his bed. "We still h-h-have more th-than half a sc-school year and s-s-s-summer."

"Well, Harvard was kind enough to give me early acceptance," responded Belle. "And they don't do that often, so an early acceptance letter seems only right." Taking in a deep breath, she moved her gaze between her brothers. "Besides, the sooner I get it done, the sooner I get Mom off of my back. Then you two can have me all to yourselves." She smiled brightly, as she gaze Georgie a playful jostle in her arms, an action that caused him to giggle.

"Okay, go get the wax, Georgie," Bill said, as he finished up folding the paper boat.

The little boy's adorable face fell at this, and he flicked a fearful glance at the open doorway behind Belle, before looking back at his big brother. "In the cellar?"

"You want it to f-f-fl-float, don't you?" Bill asked, offering his little brother a smile.

"Fine," Georgie sighed, and he slid down Belle's body, as she bent slightly to set him on his feet.

Belle watched him grab his walkie off of Bill's desk, before he began out of the room, and she quickly spun, then reach out to playfully, quickly pinch his bottom with both hands, actions that earned her fresh giggles from him, while he picked up his pace, rushing out of the room to avoid further tickling.

Smiling softly, Belle turned back to face Bill, and walked over to his bed.

"How are you doing, tough guy?" she asked, as she sat down beside him, tucking one leg under the other, while it hung off the bed's edge, then wrapping one slender arm around Bill's shoulders, leaning in to kiss his forehead, before she moved her hand there to feel for his temperature.

"I f-f-f-feel bet-better," Bill replied, looking up at his older sister, and smiling softly.

"Yeah?" Belle said, before she began rubbing his warm forehead with her thumb, which was cool from the cold shower she'd gotten. "Well, your temperature's down. That's a good sign." Wrapping her arm around his shoulders once more, she hugged him against her side. "Means you get to go to school on Monday."

"Hurray," Bill responded sarcastically, while she smiled, before he grabbed a black permanent marker from his array of things on the bed with him, pulled off the cap, then bent down to write "SS Georgie" on the paper boat.

Once Georgie returned with the wax, Belle left the boys to finish up the boat together, and headed to her room, completing toweling her hair, before she got to work on brushing it, a task she was just about done with, when she heard her phone vibrate on her desk, where she had it plugged in next to her laptop.

Tossing her brush onto her bed, where the wet towel hung off of the side, she walked over to her desk, and picked up her phone, unlocking it, before opening the text message she got, smiling brightly when she saw it was from her best friend, Emma, who was sharing the excited news that the book store she worked part time at had lost power due to the storm, which meant she got to go home early.

After responding, Belle clicked off her phone, and was just about to set it on the desk, when she heard the front door open and close, and she walked over to her room's windows, which faced the front of the house, to see Georgie outside, in his green rain boots and yellow slicker, clutching his new toy, and waving up at the house, to both her window and to Bill's, which were side by side.

Smiling softly, Belle waved back, then blew her little brother a kiss, hearing Bill say, "Stay safe." into his own walkie, to the one Georgie had in his pocket, in the next room, before he ran off with his paper boat.

She watched her little brother until he was out of sight, before she shrugged off the usual feeling she got whenever he or Bill weren't with her, that of anxiety and an inability to help but worry, and made her way back to her desk, setting her phone down onto its surface, before she pulled out her chair, and settled, lifting up the top of her laptop, bringing it out of sleep mode.

Belle had just opened up what little she'd gotten done on her acceptance letter to Harvard, when her Mom appeared in her doorway.

"Hey, sweetie," Katherine spoke, leaning against the doorframe, and offering her only daughter a smile.

"Hey, Mom," replied Belle, not looking over at her, as she began typing. "Did you leave Dad at least one testicle?"

Sighing softly, Katherine pushed off from the doorframe, and made her way into the room. "You know, couples fight." Stepping over to her daughter's bed, she moved aside the wet towel and hair brush, in order to sit, where she had a view of her baby girl's back. "I'm just sorry you and your brothers have to hear them."

"Why is it such a big deal that Dad's teaching me how to protect myself?" Belle asked, turning around in her chair to face her Mom.

"It's not what he's doing, Ellie," responded Katherine. "It's that he's doing it period. He told me he wouldn't train you, then he went behind my back, and did it anyway."

"Well, it's not like we said we were going to the movies, and went to a gym instead," said Belle. "We've just been in the garage, Mom. Besides, don't you want me to be safe?"

"Of course I do, sweetie," Katherine replied, before shrugging her slender shoulders. "But you've been safe your whole life here in Derry."

"Dad wants me to be able to protect myself when I go off to College," Belle said. "Besides, do you really believe that Bill's been safe? He gets picked on every day at school because of his stutter."

"And that kills me," Katherine somewhat angrily responded, the pain of her son being tormented evident in her dark brown eyes, and on every inch of beautiful face. "But Bullies have been around as long as time itself has existed. I don't want your brother thinking violence is the answer."

"So, if it ever came to it, he should just roll over and die," Belle said, standing up from her chair, then turning to walk over to her closet.

"I didn't say that," sighed Katherine, before her brow furrowed when she saw her daughter proceed to pull out, and put on, her bright pink rain boots. "Belle, where are you going? Please, I don't want you to leave angry with me."

"I'm going to play with my little brother. Georgie went to race a boat in the rain that Bill made him," replied Belle, straightening up in order to grab a black hoodie that was too big on her, but she didn't own a slicker, plus she didn't care about getting wet, especially since her hair already still was from her shower. "He asked me to go with him, and I said no, since I promised you I'd work on my acceptance letter."

Zipping up the hoodie, she made sure all of her long hair was tucked beneath it, then flicked one last glance at Katherine. "We'll be back soon."

"Belle!" Katherine called out to her daughter, before sighing yet again, when she simply ignored her, as she left her bedroom.

Stepping outside, Belle was almost immediately soaked, but she didn't care, nor did she lift up the hood on Killian's hoodie to even attempt to shield herself a bit from the cool rain water, which she titled her head back in order to enjoy the feeling of it hitting her face.

Taking in a deep breath, she lifted a slender hand to wipe away the water from her eyes, before she headed down to the end of the driveway, and turned right, following the path she'd seen Georgie take, before he'd gotten out of sight.

The roads were almost flooded, the rain water collected against the curb, until it could be freed by the sewer drains, which were working overtime in this storm, especially since the city was working on some areas, evident by the "DERRY PUBLIC WORKS" sawhorses, and green rain resistant covered stacks of tools and such that littered the streets.

Belle followed the flow of the rain water, knowing that would catch her up to Georgie, and, when she made her way around a pile of the aforementioned stacks of things belonging to the city, a soft smile lit up her beautiful face, when she heard, even over the sound of the wind and the rain, the familiar laughter of her little brother. He had the cutest laugh she'd ever heard, and she would know it anywhere.

Turning the corner onto Witcham, where it met up with Jackson Street, her brow furrowed, and her happiness faded, when she saw Georgie's small form crouched by a sewer drain, the one right by Mrs. Sterling's house, where the kind older lady and her tabby cat Jack lived. Mrs. Sterling was a Widow, and she'd acted as a babysitter for all three children throughout their lives. Her own kids had moved away from Derry, though would visit often, aside from the daughter, Nyleen, who'd gone missing in the late 80s when she was only 4, and had never been seen again.

Belle recognized her little brother by his bright yellow rain slicker, and her heart sank when she realized he must be where he is because his boat had been washed down the drain by the rain.

Sighing softly, she started toward him, ready to console him over the loss, knowing he'd be upset, thinking Bill would be mad at him, but also prepared walk him home, saying they'd dry off, change into new clothes, then warm up from the rain and spend some time together by cuddling up in her bed with his favorite snack, popcorn, and watch a movie. Bill was hopefully taking a nap, as he'd been up all night, sneezing his brains out, as he'd put it.

But Belle's brow soon furrowed afresh, when Georgie's laughter stopped, so suddenly it was as though the sound had been stolen from the World, and she caught a glimpse of Mrs. Sterling on her front patio with Jack, putting up her porch covers, to save them from damage from the wind and rain, before she heard her little brother start talking.

She figured it was to Mrs. Sterling, until she saw the older woman move out of sight, something that, if she had been conversing with Georgie, would not only be rude, but pretty much halt the conversation, as the storm would make it hard for them to hear one another, especially since Mrs. Sterling was losing her hearing, and had recently acquired a hearing aide, which Belle knew she'd normally only wear when out, or when she had company at her home.

So, if Georgie wasn't talking to the older woman, then who? Maybe Jack. The cat was still gazing out through the gaps in the porch railings at the little boy, and her brother was an animal lover, just as she and Bill were.

But that thought, as she continued toward where Georgie was crouched, was proven not the case, when she saw her little brother move closer, then lift one of his arms, and begin to reach into the sewer drain.

"Georgie?" Belle called out to him, while she picked up her pace a bit, that feeling of anxiety and worry not only back, despite him being in her line of sight, but having returned with such a feeling of dread, her heart was beginning to pound faster than normal against her rib cage. "Georgie! What are you doing?"

He heard his big sister's voice, and looked over at her approaching form, a bright, relief filled smile alighting his adorable face when he saw her. "Belle! I'm getting my boat back!"

"Georgie, get away from there!" Belle yelled, now beginning to run toward him. Truthfully, she had no logical reason to believe he was in danger. It's not like he could fit through the drain were he to slip, or so she thought. But, for whatever reason, she just knew she had to get to her little brother as fast as possible.

Before she could, a sound that would forever haunt her rang out through the wind and rain filled air, as Georgie screamed in complete and utter agony, and Belle couldn't help but skid to a halt, when she saw her little brother fall back from the sewer drain, now missing the arm he'd been extending into it.

His cries of pain cut through her like a hot knife, and, even as her eyes widened to a point she didn't think was possible, while her heart screeched to a halt within her chest, she found herself running toward him, her legs carrying her, while horror and shock flooded every inch of her mind, body, heart, and soul.

"Georgie!" Belle screamed, watching as her beloved little brother tried to crawl away, blood spewing from the stump a few inches from his shoulder where his little limb had been seconds ago. "Oh, my God!"

She fell to her knees as soon as she was close enough, and reached out to grab him, turning him over in her lap, where she instinctively clamped one hand over the gushing wound, while cupping a side of his adorable, agony stricken face with the other.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Belle just kept repeating, trying to make sense of the situation, as she held her little brother's hystical, bleeding form in her arms, even as her own uncontrollable sobs began to overtake her. "Georgie, what happened? What happened? Oh, my God! Baby! Baby, stay with me!"

"Belle!" Georgie cried, clutching at his sister's hoddie with his now only remaining hand. "B-B-Belle, please!"

Belle choked out a sob at his despair filled pleas, then, not knowing why, she looked up. Even as the warmth of her little brother's blood seeped through her jeans, and slipped past her fingers where they held the wound, she instinctively lifted her eyes to the sewer drain, and what she saw sent her into such a state of shock, she now knew the fear a swimmer or surfer experienced when they are pulled down by a shark. That reminder that this World is not safe, or fair, and that, at any moment, destiny could strike you down with a terrible fate.

She started to shake, and she could literally feel herself turning white, as she gazed into the milk colored face and glowing eyes of what appeared to be a clown. But a clown with rows of razor sharp teeth, similar to that of a shark, and a mouth that was stained with what she just knew was Georgie's blood.

Belle froze, and couldn't move a muscle. She watched as an arm, a limb clad in all white, from its sleeve, to the ruffles at its cuff, to the glove that covered its long fingered hand, reached out from the sewer drain, far past the point of a normal reach, and grabbed hold on Georgie's nearest ankle, where she sat with him several feet away.

She saw the thing, that had previously almost looked confused or even startled at the sight of her, suddenly smile, and she knew it was going to take him from her. That there was nothing she could do about it. She was going to lose Georgie. The little brother she loved so much, so much that she realized, in this moment in time, she even saw him as being her child.

Belle instinctively tightened her hold on Georgie. Her shock aside, she was going to put up a fight. Or, at least, she wanted to. But, despite her clutching at him with such strength she was sure, were he to live, he'd have bruises to show for it, the thing, the clown, whatever IT was, effortlessly pulled him, crying and bleeding, from her arms, as if she hadn't been holding onto him at all, and she made one last ditch effort for his remaining arm, but it, like everything else, was in vain.

"Belle!" Georgie screamed, a sound that soon echoed throughout the street. "Billy!"

That was the last thing Belle heard her little brother say, that was the last time she saw him, his adorable, beloved face contorted in agony, fear, and desperation, before he disappeared, pulled backward, screaming for his older siblings, that he loved and idolized so much, into the sewer drain.

Belle sat, in the wet road, soaked in rain water and Georgie's blood, the former of which was still pouring down on her from above, her eyes wide, and glued to the spot where she'd just watched her brother be torn away from her forever.

She couldn't feel a thing. Not the cold, harshness of the rain, as it hit her like knives, and numbed the parts of her body touching the concrete road, nor the still warmth of Georgie's blood that continued to seep through her clothing, staining her forever with its despair.

She couldn't speak. She couldn't cry. She couldn't move. She couldn't do anything. She just watched the rain begin to wash away the long, thick trail of blood left behind from her little brother's severed limb, as she stared at the blackness of the sewer drain, that was seemingly beginning to encroach on her like a heavy fog.

"Oh, my gosh!" Mrs. Sterling exclaimed, as she came back over to the side of the porch that faced the corner of her street, and saw Belle sitting there, surrounded by blood.

Racing inside, she grabbed her phone, dialing 911, as she burst back outside, then down the steps of her patio, and cut across her front yard, moving into the street, where she fall into a crouch next to the young woman she used to babysit.

"Sweetheart, are you all right?" Mrs. Sterling asked, lifting a hand to Belle's arm, while the phone she had pressed against the side of her face rang in her ear, awaiting pick up on the other line. "Sweetheart? Belle? Belle, are you all right? Talk to me, honey. What is it?"

But Belle didn't move a muscle, or say a single thing, even when the older woman raised her hand to touch the side of the young woman's beautiful face and soaking wet locks, the former of which was ice cold. She had gone completely catatonic, frozen in time and space by her sheer and utter shock.

"911," came a voice over Mrs. Sterling's phone, as an Operator answered the call. "What is your emergency?"

"Oh! Yes! I did an ambulance, please," Mrs. Sterling spoke.

"What's happened, Ma'am?" asked the Operator.

"I-I don't know," Mrs. Sterling exclaimed, moving her hand to Belle's back. "Something's wrong with my neighbor! She won't talk to me, and there's blood everywhere! Please, send help!"

"All right, Ma'am," replied the Operator, using the GPS from the older woman's phone to find her location. "I have Police and EMTs on route. I want you to stay on the line with me until they get there, okay?"

"Yes, of course," Mrs. Sterling said. "Just, please, hurry!"

The older woman's voice soon faded out to Belle, who seemingly went deaf, aside from the growing louder and more haunting by the second, sharp piercing noise, that sounded like the Gates of Hell itself were being opened, which rose up in her ears, while she merely continued to stare at the spot where Georgie had disappeared, blind to everything else around it, and unable to feel a single thing, aside from her sheer shock, which bled through all the way to her very soul.

- Author's Note - Well, there's Chapter One! I had such a hard time getting through Georgie's death. It's difficult enough to watch, but to write it out, and have to describe his sister being a witness to it, just made it impossibly more heartbreaking.

And, as you can tell by Belle having a phone and a laptop, I moved up the time IT is set in, from the 80s to more present day. I promise it won't change the story, and I did make a reference to something happened in the 80s, with the disappearance of Mrs. Sterling's daughter.

Also, since Belle's friend Emma was mentioned, I went ahead and added a picture of her to to my Profile, so be sure to check that out, along with all of the others.

Finally, as always, PLEASE review! I want to get started on the next Chapter as soon as possible, and knowing you've enjoyed the first one will help motivate me!