It wasn’t unknown to the small town in Derry that you were a part of the Bowers Gang. You were always with them, after all, even though you were a girl and weren’t nearly as —physically— scary as the other members —who were threatening as hell— it was clear you knew very damn well how to defend yourself and walk away with your chin up.

Patrick, Victor, Belch and Henry had went into the thick vegetation of The Barrens in search of a kid they had been bullying —who had ran away from them in a moment of distraction— and they were obviously not doing it with the best of intentions.

Even if you were quite the sight for sore eyes, it's always been said the devil wears a disguise, and it was quite a common rule for all the boys in Derry to not look too deep into those ‘angel’ eyes of yours —one look and any boy’s hypnotized—.

After a while of just waiting by Belch’s blue car, calmly sitting in the car hood and fixing your blood red lipstick. You quirked an eyebrow when you saw Victor, Belch and Patrick coming out from where they had gone, slightly bloodied and with a dew slight purple bruises starting to form on their arms —without Henry—. That was quick to snap the alarms in your mind into going off, when you harshly asked them what had happened they said the Losers had started a rock fight with them and that they were in disadvantage.

When you didn’t see Henry around you —roughly— closed the pocket mirror you were holding with a snap and quickly went to look for Henry, only to find him laying on the ground —barely able to hold his upper half up— with blood trickling down his forehead and lip, his nose was bloody aswell.