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Between two Voids ch 6

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: It has been 12 years since Beverly was last in Derry. now 26 years old and returning with her boyfriend she strives for a life of normalcy in the small town. Unaware that a certain stalking creature has awakened much earlier than expected. Looking for a challenge to cure its boredom ,in the now crumbling town, IT aims to uproot her life as much as possible. Yet, is that really such a bad thing given her dark situation hidden from all but the eyes of a world eater?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore

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~ch:6 Errands ~

Beverly had stayed up through the entire night. Unable to sleep after that whole “going to eat her” thing IT said. Working to keep her mind off the event by going over the help wanted ads. The hunt for a job not going well. The wanted section being incredibly small with almost the entire thing duplicated on each news paper. Only 2 jobs standing out to be perfect for her, the rest all being heavy trucker transport jobs.

“waitress or pharmacy desk.” she tapped the paper sitting in her lap. Honestly not liking the idea of working for a place she broke into. Waitressing also offered access to grabbing extra tips. Gaining another 5 bucks on the job could really go far for her.

“Waitressing it is.” she set the paper aside. Looking toward the neon clock on the VCR showing 5:12AM.

“he might be returning soon.” she thought with a push up from her seat. Nerves having her want to pace around on her feet. Going to the fridge in the dining room for a little food. She hadn't taken a nibble of anything from the mass buffet display. Packing all the food away in the fridge until now. Taking only a bit of mac & cheese to reheat for a simple breakfast.

Being held captive by a monster clown would tell anyone the last thing to do would be job hunting. Beverly however was hell bent on getting past all this. To build a normal life for herself and Erik with an actual living space. If IT went back on its word of letting her go she wouldn't be surprised in the least. Her mind already thinking of ways to fight IT to get away, but she figured shed cross that bridge when she came to it.

The idea of her breaking the bargain first crossing her mind. IT wouldn't be happy, but what could IT do about it? Eat her or lock her away for longer?

“can't hide, hed find me instantly.” she mumbled. Her appetite lacking today, but she didn't want to be starving during a work interview. Hunger fading in and out as she watched the food spin around in the microwave. The words IT spoke to her repeating in her thoughts.

“ “not how you think.” “ I'll return in the morning”. Was he giving a threat? What would have happened if I did go to sleep and he came back?” she thought anxiously. Imagining her waking up to see him perched over the head board, staring down at her with that creepy grin of his. She let out a shiver at the thought of what could have happened next. Returning back to the couch with her hot bowl of food. Leaning back into the couch to pick at the food more then eat it.

“maybe I should leave early. Would look good for hiring if I show up ready.” she mumbled to herself. In denial that she really wanted to leave just to avoid the clown. Rushing herself to finish eating, take pills, get showered, and to leave in the next 15 minutes. Even though it was still night with the diner not opening for another 4 hours.

Feeling freshly clean after the rushed shower she grabbed her new coat from the backpack. One made for the winter weather with another set of clothes on made for it as well. Thick black jacket that ended mid foreleg. Long sleeved black shirt tucked under a thick leather belt attached to fresh blue jeans. Paranoia spiking as she felt ready to walk out the door. Reminding her of when she was a kid doing something that could get her in trouble if caught.

Tip toeing lightly over to the bedroom doorway. Looking around the darkened spaces around for IT possibly watching. Apprehensively stepping out into the living room over to the front door. Grabbing the door keys hanging nearby to lock up. Letting out a breath of air she was holding when out in the bright hall. Feeling IT would have stepped in by now if he was watching.

Unaware of Beverly's adventure off into the night, Pennywise had recently gotten off a hunt. Heading now to spy on the pathetic male rival. Approaching his living space to Stand by one of the windows peeking into the apartment. Not seeing much in the darkened rooms, but a few more bodies of heat sleeping around the main room. Smelling the air he could tell there were at least 3 more humans infesting the building.

“ugh.” his face twisted in disgust. Hating this male along with all the rats that followed him into ITs territory. He couldn't complain too much though, rats infesting meant a fresher meal flowing in. that wasn't happening often nowadays.

“could I hide one?” he considered on devouring one. A problem of keeping Beverly unaware drawing up. Thinking on how Beverly would react brought back up their earlier conversation.

If the town began thriving again with children, what then? Beverly was clear she would despise him for taking the young prey. This was a choice of dropping heavenly food or dropping her. He could get another female to court … eventually. Yet, surely that female would feel the same over his meal habits.

“hmm, I'll just make sure she won't know. My prey have always been hidden from the eyes in my territory. Hiding it a little quicker from one more won't be a problem.” he settled on the matter. Turning his thoughts back to the rats at hand.

“i won't waste precious energy on hiding their deaths. Beverly seems to not like them anyway. A bit of convincing will have her letting me kill them off eventually.” whispering to himself by the window.

“i came by too early.” he huffed at the sleeping humans. The sun just barely rising to spread a gold glow across the snow collected in the night. For spying he needed to come back a little later for when the rats were up. In the mean time he'll imagine up the next great display for Beverly.

Appearing back in the hotel he stood quiet in the center of the main room. Her scent being old catching his attention. He walked silently from one room to the next in search of her. The freshest part of the trail leading out the door.

“she fled? No, her bags still here.” seeing the backpack by the bed.

“not out for fresh air. Been gone a while now, for what?” he questioned in thought. Following her trail out the hotel into the open streets. Unhappily following her trail into town with the assumption she was seeing the other male. With the trail ending at a diner his agitation turned to curiosity then onto feeling offended.

“she went out for food?!” he growled through bared teeth. His offering further dismissed for something else of poor quality. A flash of darkness hiding his presence to see exactly was so great for her to come here for food.

The diner had just barely opened when Beverly finished changing into a work uniform. By luck the manager was ready to hire the first person who asked when she walked in for an interview. Aside from her working, there were two chefs and the manager.

“hope I remember how to do everything. Haven't been a waitress since I was 17.” she thought while tying a knot in the fake apron she had to wear.

“definitely did not miss this.” she sighed. Heading back into the kitchen for a to do list before things picked up at the tables.

“grab a few boxes of potatoes.” the head cook requested of her. Beverly walking by with a nod to the back storage. A darkened room with one flickering light over multiple tall steel shelves with many boxes across them. A chill blowing over the room from a fridge AC that was beyond in need of replacing. The metal box being more duct tape then metal with some water leaking down to a drain under it.

“essh, this place used to be fancy when I lived here.” she thought, still a little right. It still is the biggest diner with its own meat locker to carve out fresh cuts. Walk in fridge 2 times bigger than any other. The front seating room still looked good at least.

“potatoes.” she reminded herself. Repeating the word as she walked up and down the aisles. Thoughts wandering to what would happen after work. Shed have to deal with the clown again, alone, in the hotel room.

“would he really try something? He is courting me. Would it really be so out there? Ugh, being with Erik in the bedroom was less stressful.” she thought with a shiver.

“i know he's rarely interested in sex. That all died down after our first few dates.” she thought with a few pushing of boxes over in search of the vegetable.

Imagining the clown being so forward was difficult. Would he be animalistic and start with a chase of claws or teeth. Human with a few gentle touches trailing across her skin. Tender bites leading into licks along her thighs getting to-

“NO! that image will not be invading my mind today!” she halted her thoughts. Finding the boxes holding all the bagged potatoes.

“hello there.” his voice catching her off guard. Her turning a little too fast in facing him. No time for her red embarrassed face to clear after the image she had just thought of him. His grin growing a little wider when she faced him.

“flustered by your thoughts?” he teased.

“i hope he didn't catch any of that mental image.” she thought.

“go away.” she commanded.

“not without you.” he lightly shook his head.

“I'll be gone for the rest of the day and you can't be here.” she grumbled, taking up a box into her arms.

“why? What are you even doing?” he asked.

“working.” she simply answered.

“working for what?! I can get you anything you need.” he exclaimed. Feeling insulted that she didn't think he could provide when asked.

“i don't want you to. I don't even want to be near you! Go back to the hotel and leave me alone!” she spoke while heading back to the kitchen. Smirking out of his view at hearing him growl unhappily behind in the storage room.

He was prepared to take her back by force, but this gave him an opportunity to reorganize the hotel. By the time shed return he'd be long finished. His departure put on hold when hearing that awful males voice echoing through a vent. Squeezing through the vent into the empty back area of the dining room. Peeking around a corner to watch the conversation going on. Growling lowly at seeing not only the male, but all the rats following him to.

“you just left without even bothering to tell me.” Erik glared over Beverly.

“you – I - i feel really bad. … I went back to the hospital … got this job. Help pay bills.” she spoke softly with a wavering smile under his watch. Her sentence starting with him “seeming too busy” to have her around, but anything sounding like blame would make him upset.

“don't know why. Pick pocketing is higher pay with everything under the table.” he sighed.

“she doesn't have the guts for it though. Shed be better off working the strip with that red hair.” the girl known as Victoria dressed in a denim jacket, daisy dukes, and the reddest lipstick ever sneered just past Eriks shoulder. Moving to affectionately lean on Erik arm with a sly smirk. Earning expected dagger eyes from Beverly that soon disappeared with Erik speaking.

“yeah, but then I won't be able to touch her without a bio hazard suit.” he shifted Victoria off his arm.

“fuck, bro, everything's so damn expensive here. I can't even afford fries here. Let's go someplace else.” Trey whined at the menu prices. A tall man with bulking muscles, denim jacket, and short buzz cut look that screamed obsessed with old school glory days on the football team.

“expensive means its good. Its fresher with fancy decorating. Why are you even complaining when I'm paying.” he huffed at Trey with a smile back toward Beverly.

“but you get an employee discount, right?” he grinned wickedly.

“a … a little.” she answered hesitantly.

“you can buy us lunch then, right? Can at least get that here.” he leaned forward over the counter into Beverly personal space. Taking a strong hold of her arm over the old knife injury with a pain inflicting twist. Preventing her from backing away from him.

“yes.” she quickly answered to satisfy Erik.

“good girl.” Erik shoved her arm into her chest. Chuckling at her holding her injured arm with a wince.

She stressfully breathed out with a look down at her arm. Seeing blood slowly drip from parts of the wound reopening from the twist. Closing her eyes momentarily to gather enough energy to deal with everybody at the table.

Burning eyes watching by a corner with such restraint. Imagining all the ways to claw apart the little human acting high and mighty. Pulling his clawed hand out of the wood wall he was angrily gouging in place of.

“time for a little fun.” his frown twisted up into a crooked grin. Waiting patiently for Beverly to leave after dropping off all their drinks.

“aww, nothing hot.” he sadly noted in thought with a small flick of his hand toward their table. All the drinks suddenly knocked over. Most the liquid spilling onto Erik. The clown laughing quietly at the sight of them all scrambling with napkins.

“perfect.” Pennywise grinned even wider at Erik heading for the bathroom. Fazing into the shadows into a backwards version of the bathroom. Watching Erik enter from the inside of a wall mirror. Seeing Erik set his wet jacket carefully on a sink while trying to dry the rest of himself off.

With perfect silence he crawled temporarily out of the mirror to search the jacket pockets. Taking away more of Eriks money with a chuckle. Finding this reoccurring game a little too easy as he faded away to the main room.

“this is a quarter of my paycheck. How am I going to explain this to my boss? “hey! i know its my first day, but I had to give all my friends food. Take it out of my first paycheck! No big deal!” that will go over well!” she thought over the huge breakfast order with all sorts of extras added on. She was sure Victoria was only adding things to bump up the bill.

Seeing the clown hiding by the secluded kitchen service window having her frustration grow. She didn't get a word out when he held out a wad of money.

“stop stealing money from him!” she whispered through gritted teeth. Snatching Eriks money from the clowns hand.

“it's not like he can't get more.” he shifted off from leaning on the wall.

“that's not the point! It … makes him angry.” her angered voice dying into a shivering whisper.

“oooh, sooo scared.” he mocked with raised hands waving.

“go back to the hotel!” she snapped.

“i was already going.” he smiled with a drop of his arms. Disappearing when she looked away from him to the money.

“... won't have to tell the boss.” she tapped the money against her other palm.

“hey babe!” Erik shouted from the table with waving hands to catch Beverly attention. She shoved the money deep into her pant pocket with a slow turn to head over.

“yes Hun?” she asked, feeling so odd at using the affectionate name. It felt so natural long ago, why did it change?

“you know any open places far away from the main town?” he asked.

“uh, only the black spot memorial? Why?” she gently asked.

“nah, that's still too close. I want to throw a rave.” he replied.

“you can't throw a rave in Derry!” she spoke quickly. Doing a sickened swallow at speaking out toward Erik.

“course I can't without the proper space around here.” Erik, thankfully, didn't notice her words going against him.

“better to do it just out of town anyway. Cops cant follow out of their town. The next town over isn't for at least an hours drive. We gotta do it all classy out in the middle of nowhere in the woods. Trees always caught the lights better anyway then some open field.” Darius spoke with a few pops of his chewing gum. Beverly thought he was the least cruel of Eriks friends, but the most annoying with his gum obsession. He always talked about how he was obsessed with baseball and developed his gum obsession from those free squares in card packs. Always wearing sports shirts, jackets, and a baseball cap always facing backwards.

“yeah, you're right. You coming babe?” Erik looked from Darius to Beverly. Knowing full well Beverly wasn't allowed to say no.

“i will.” she passively accepted like always. She always hated his big party's filled with drunk strangers, half of them on drugs. He always wanted her to come through, at least he was somewhat nicer while drunk out of his mind.

Beverly drowned out the rest of the party conversation. Sticking nearby in case Erik wanted her to. Not much else to do with no other customers coming in. she remembered back when this place was packed. Especially during the lunch rush with all the workers eating here.

“how dead is this town? IT said he hadn't eaten a child in years. Why did everybody leave? Are all the factories dead?” she thought, walking off when called to the kitchen window. Retrieving everyone's food from the window counter to hand over. Practically rolling her eyes over the expensive lobster seafood platter with a side of trout soup Victoria ordered. Setting everything at their table with some fake smile to seem like she enjoyed serving them.

“whats this?” Victoria looked down at the soup in revulsion.

“trout soup.” Beverly answered.

“i wanted the salmon. What person eats cheap trout?” Victoria spoke snobbishly.

“okay. I'll fix it.” Beverly took back the soup to the kitchen without arguing.

“do whatever you want Victoria. I won't be paying for you.” Beverly thought. Both knew full well she ordered the trout soup. She only wanted to make Beverly's job annoying with extra steps.

“jokes on her, I got free soup out of it.” Beverly smirked after sending in the “correct order” to the kitchen. Sitting away from there sight by the kitchen window to eat. Feeling the hot liquid loosen her tense lungs. Breathing more freely at the steam hitting her face.

After everyone's food was finished, or put into a doggy bag, Beverly was happy to see them leave. Only one or 2 more groups coming in for lunch. The rest of the time she sat around looking at the clock slowly turning. Lack of sleep catching up to run over her like a truck. Ready to fall asleep at the counter when her bosses voice caught her attention. Relieved that she was finally dismissed for the day. Rushing to reach the hotel where she could fall right into a warm comfy bed.

That was the plan until she got back inside the hotel room. Noticing immediately that there was a massive pile of furniture in the living room. Taking a glance inside the empty dining room to confirm if all the furniture was in the pile. Only the fridge and the bed were missing.

“why is everything here?!” she questioned at the pile, not seeing the clown anywhere to confront.

“oh joy, you're back! I reorganized while you were away.” Pennywise appeared beside her with an energy of excitement surrounding him.

“you mean you put everything into a hoard.” she walked around to examine the pile. Noticing small bits of webbing holding it together, like glue, for the bigger furniture.

“it makes things easier to find.” he spoke overly giddy behind her.

“how? Its all in a giant pile.” she talked skeptically around the pile to head for the bedroom.

“everything's all in one place.” he answered.

“but you have to dig through a giant pile for anything. Why not keep things in separate areas for easy looking.” she finished right as she saw what he did to the bed.

“then you have to look in multiple places. Makes more sense just to look in one area where you know everything is.” he argued on the subject.

“what did you do to the bed?!” she gestured to the mutilated object. The mattress ripped apart to the point of no longer being a mattress. All of the shredded materials stuffed back into a massive pile of blankets threaded together with more webbing. Formed into a mini version of the large hanging nest back down in his lair. Thick webbing attaching it to the roof to hang a couple feet from the floor.

“i made it better.” he answered, his smile stretching widely. Beverly being quiet for a moment to contemplate what had changed. Deciding she was really too tired to care about how the bed looked. She just wanted to sleep without being bothered.

“im going to bed.” she groaned with a hand rubbing her temple. Annoyed after setting the alarm that she had to crawl into bed through a small round opening. Burying herself under the many blankets to give her space from the lurking clown.

“not going to eat?” he asked from the bed entrance.

“no, I ate earlier.” she spoke, muffled, from under the layers.

“are you going to try and leave again tomorrow?” he asked, his tone bearing a hint of disapproval.

“yes, that's a requirement of a job.” she got out from under the covers. Sensing that IT was going to keep this conversation up.

“you should be staying with me.” he stared from the entrance in a crouched position. Being far too tall to stay bent over for the whole conversation.

“i have to think of the after, past our little meeting. I won't be staying here after the week is over. I can leave, right?” she glared back at him. Hearing him grumble something to himself. Seeing him stand out of her sight with a few steps sounding his leaving. She tiredly blinked a couple times with a final shutting of them. Not wanting to spend energy burying herself under the covers again.

“you should, he might try something.” her brain warned her. “like a few blankets would stop him.” she thought against herself. Imagining that tongue again getting near her. How scared shed be of IT being over her, or would she?

“you felt something after that small tongue display, but it wasn't fear.” her mind seemed to wander off on its own way of thinking.

“of course it was fear, what fucking else could it be?!” her mind shouted out against itself. Mental exhaustion becoming worse the longer her thoughts argued. ceasing the argument just long enough to fall asleep.

Glowing eyes being unseen, shifting through the dark, with a unhearable pacing around the room. Waiting impatiently for her body to relax enough into a deep sleep. Looking from afar to Beverly's expressions changing in her sleep. His steps stopped when lined up with the beds little entrance. His stare held on her in some way testing to see if she would sense it and wake. The longer she didn't stir the closer he crept forward. Body letting out multiple creeks when twisting to be on all fours in a prowling position.

Shoulders extending far more upward then a human could possibly do. Legs stretching with longer build to mimic four legged creatures. supported by his flexing spine extending for a better curve. Body twisted more toward the bone structure of a big cat then a man.

He stalked over to the edge of the bedding going into a slow rise up to look into the entrance. His abnormal stance of on all fours making it easy to flatten down in hiding if she happened to see him. His gaze trailing over her sleeping form. Her alluring scent tempting him to approach closer for a taste. Swallowing collected drool at memories of their kiss bringing up the sweet delicate flavor she had.

A sweet cold cream like the kind hed snag at the summer fairs. Light on flavor, but refreshing over the many other tastes. His empty stomach having him wonder what the rest of her tasted like. Would her skin be sweeter? Would the red blood in her veins be more refreshing than the cold cream on a hot summer's day?

Plip! A loud drop of something fell below him. He looked down seeing that he was drooling onto the floor.

Plip! Another drop of drool landing loudly on the hardwood floor. Beverly twitching at the noise drawing him back to hide low at the floor. Licking back up the drool falling from his jaws.

He growled lowly to himself at the situation. Beverly wasn't sticking around for the week like he planned. She had a job stealing her away for the whole day. Too tired to give much attention when she finally returned. Him forcing her to quit would make her unnecessarily upset toward him for the week.

“yet...” his grin grew at the alarm clock sitting not too far on a night stand.

“if she lost the job herself.” he crawled over to the glowing clock. Waving a hand in front of the clock face. The digitized numbers distorting with a momentary switch off into blackness. Switching back on to flash zeros for a reset needing to be done.

“power outages happened all the time during the winter.” he chuckled to himself. Crawling back to the sound of joints creaking back into place once standing on his feet. Creating a couple more minor inconveniences for the morning rush Beverly was going to be in.

when the morning did come, the bright sunlight shining through the glass window was unable to touch Beverly. Blocked out by the multi layered webbing holding the bed. Returning to consciousness from her sleep, but not yet opening her eyes, she groaned at being awake.

“must have woke early. Alarms not screeching yet. How much time do I have to sleep? With my luck it'll probably go off in 5 minutes.” she slowly opened her eyes. Squinting at the bright sunlight she saw outside the bed entrance. Her mind screaming at her that there was way too much sun for this to be early morning. She jolted up out of the bed with a stumble. Heart jumping at the alarm clock flashing zeros. Whipping her head toward the dining room wall clock for an undisturbed time.

“shit!” she shouted in panic. 9:05 was the time, she was already 5 minutes late. Rushing off to take the fastest shower of her life. Scrambling to find her bag of clothes as the shower rose in temperature.

“whats ya rush?” Pennywise asked. His sudden appearance in the living room going ignored by Beverly's searching.

“have you seen my bag?!” her breathing a little hard from all the running back and forth.

“not today.” he lied. Being entertained by watching her scramble around.

“everything's all in one place.” she remembered him saying yesterday. Heading straight to dig around the massive pile of furniture. Finding her bag in the innermost core of it. Yanking it out with little care of the furniture avalanche she caused. Pennywise's smile faltering at her quick finding of the object. Standing by as she went running back to the bathroom with rushed rummaging for a outfit. Getting under the shower water for barely a minute with a quick scrub down. Chugging down a cup of water with her pills. Running out with clothes clinging to her barely dried skin.

The clown not saying a word when she rushed out the front door. Looking over to the VCR clock left undisturbed reading off 9:10. by the time shed reach the diner on foot shed be over 20 minutes late.

Beverly ran down the halls, in and out an elevator to the main floor up to the front desk.

“you guys got cars right?” she asked quickly. This hotel was used to dealing with businessmen on trips. They always had rent able cars to go around town. Driving could get her to work in a minute.

“yeah, if you want it I suggest grabbing it today. We only have one car in total now.” the desk man answered.

“yes I'll take it. Power knocked my alarm out and im super late!” she fidgeted impatiently at the desk.

“power? Must be your clock. Power was just fine around here last night. Not a single light out for miles.” the man answered with with some key pressing at a computer.

“no outage?” her brow furrowed together.

“none, what room are we to bill for the car?” he asked her.

“... never mind. I got a faster ride.” she rushed off before the man could speak a word to her.

She slammed her room door open with sights locking onto the smiling clown standing before her.

“you messed with my clock!” she roared up at him.

“what? No I didn't.” he spoke innocently, holding one hand to his chest.

“yes you did!” she snapped, stepping incredibly close to the point of Pennywise needing to lean his upper half back to properly look at her past his ruffled collar.

“why would I do such a thing?” he held an innocent tone.

“i don't care why! right now you need to get me to work!” she fumed with a finger pressing hard into his chest. His smile turning crooked toward a frown. Fixing It back into a smile to hold his confident look.

“if your going to be so rude about asking. I won't be doing anything.” he leaned forward in return for a correct posture. Looking away to the side in purposeful ignoring of what else she was going to say to him. The longer she stood yelling at him the later she would be. Although he'd have to deal with all the anger shed get after losing her job.

“oh well, plans been discovered, can't go back now.” his mind quickly shoved off without a care.

“you want me to run to work and drop dead?!” what she said caught his attention. Going back into a slight lean to look at her.

“my lungs, remember! I shouldn't be out in the cold. Especially not running with deep inhales of it!” she clarified to him. Wheezing coming on after all the running with yelling fits afterwards. Hearing a growing rumble of a growl in his chest rising out into a deep hiss. The sound cutting off for him to talk.

“fine!” he hissed down at her. Grabbing a hold of her hand with a Pass through a flash of blackness. Beverly, despite suffering motion sickness, wasted no time in going to change in uniform.

“Beverly the loading trucks waiting for you out back!” one of the chefs shouted from the kitchen as she ran by to the back room.

“okay!” she shouted from the small storage back room. Filled with a small row of lockers with names on them. Opening hers to put on the fake apron uniform. Shoving pen and notepad into her side pocket.

“hope the boss didn't notice I was over 15 minutes late.” she quietly spoke to herself back to the loading area. Passing by a worker already bringing boxes in. Taking a heavy box of vegetables to drop off in the storage room.

“oh! Beverly, when did you get here?” her boss stopped her in the hall.

“uh, 10 minutes ago.”she sheepishly grinned through the lie.

“you were 5 minutes late then. … I'll let it go since you've been working so hard.” her bosses expression changed from anger, calm, and then concern over noticing Beverly's heavy wheezing.

“carry something a little lighter.” he suggested with a walk on to his own duties.

“i will, sorry.” she apologized. Tension being lifted off her shoulders after getting away with being so late. Stepping down the rest of the hall into the storage. Dropping the box in her hands with a heavy thud on the steel shelving. Taking a hold of one of the shelf's to lean against. Wheezing turning painful for her to breath in the large fridge.

“work sounds pretty painful.” the clown lightly mocked from the shadowed half of the room.

“shut up!” she hissed, remaining in her leaning position. Watching him walk by out of the corner of her eye. His long steps halting inelegantly behind her. Seeing movement at his face changing its expression from the edge of her vision. Pausing with body twisting to turn toward her in a forward looming matter. Beverly still watching him with developing unease by his movements. The turning of her head to watch him better ending with her whole body turning to face him. Feeling his gloved hand having slipped under the rim of her shirt to raise it up.

“what are you doing?!” she roared at him. Back held up against the shelving.

He drew his hand back in a closed fist from her. keeping a still composure without even the slightest twitch toward her. Expression completely void of his usual smile, serious eyes locking with hers in waiting for something.

“well?! Don't have the guts to answer me?!” she shouted at him, far too angry to do anything else.

Without a word he opened up his closed hand to her. Bright red gleaming across the once white glove fabric. A small smear of blood across his fingertips.

Alarmed, Beverly looked to where he had touched. There on her, increasing in size, was a fresh blood stain.

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