Bowers gang

It had been only a few months since you joined the Losers' Club, but you already got along great with all of them: Bill, Beverly, Ben, Richie, Eddie, Mike, and Stan. Despite not being together for long, the friendship had become strong and natural, as if you had been part of the group forever.

The summer heat fell heavily over Derry, and cruel laughter could be heard in the distance. Near the creek, the Bowers Gang was cornering Mike Hanlon, forcing him to smell and taste a piece of rotten meat from a dead animal.

"Come on, get up, idiot!" Henry shouted.

Belch followed with a laugh, giving Mike a kick to make him fall back. Then Henry grabbed him tightly by the collar of his shirt and threw him to the ground, preparing a huge rock in his hand while Belch egged him on.

"Do it, Henry, hit him!" Belch yelled.

But, at that exact moment, from the middle of the tall grass, a rock flew and hit Henry square in the head.

"Ow!" Henry snarled, staggering.

It was Beverly, standing firm with another rock in her hand.

Stan, surprised, murmured:

"Nice throw."

Beverly gave a slight smile.

"Thanks."

Meanwhile, Mike took the opportunity to crawl to the other side of the creek, where you—the Losers' Club—Matsuki helped him up.

Henry, furious, stood up and shouted with contempt:

"You guys try too hard, losers! She's gonna do it to you too... just ask her nicely, just like I do!"

Henry said, touching his groin with that disgusting smile.

It was Ben, red with anger, who threw the first rock. The blow sounded dry against Henry's forehead, making him recoil and stagger. Beverly launched another immediately, and soon Vic and Belch began to bend down to pick up rocks from the ground.

Richie shouted:

"ROCK WAR!"

Only to immediately take a rock to the face, making him recoil, but the shout ignited the battle. The air filled with screams, laughter, and projectiles flying from one side to the other.

After several minutes, breathless and covered in bruises, Vic spat on the ground and said:

"I'm out!"