Chapter 6: The Hunt Begins

The Calm Before the Storm

The Losers sat in the Barrens, their new weapons laid out before them. The sight was surreal—grenades, rifles, shotguns, and even a flamethrower stacked next to a pile of stolen ammo. A week ago, they were just a bunch of kids running from a monster. Now, they were gearing up for war.

Levi checked his Desert Eagle, loading a fresh magazine before setting it down next to his wand. He could feel the unease in the air.

They were ready. But were they prepared?

Stan looked at the sheer amount of firepower and exhaled. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"We don't have a choice," Mike said, tightening his grip on his new shotgun. "If we don't kill it, it's going to kill us."

Bill nodded. "Pennywise is afraid of us. That's why he's playing games. But if we come at him hard, together, he won't see it coming."

Levi smirked. "Then let's give him something to be afraid of."

Laying the Trap

They knew Pennywise wouldn't just show up—they had to force his hand.

"He's been watching us," Beverly said, loading her rifle. "That means we need to make him think we're vulnerable."

Richie grinned. "So we're bait?"

"Pretty much," Levi said, lighting a cigarette. "We set up in the Neibolt house. It's where he's strongest, but it also means he'll be overconfident. We use that."

Eddie shuddered. "I really, really hate this plan."

But no one argued.

The Neibolt House

The house loomed over them like a rotting corpse, its windows like empty eye sockets, watching, waiting.

The air was thick with something wrong—a feeling that crawled under your skin and whispered that you shouldn't be here.

They entered in silence, moving carefully, their weapons ready. Levi went first, wand in one hand, pistol in the other.

They set up in the main room—gasoline cans stacked in the corners, explosives wired along the walls, and barricades made from old furniture.

And then, they waited.

An hour passed.

Two.

And then—a laugh.

Low. Rumbling.

The air turned cold.

The shadows shifted.

And Pennywise stepped out from the darkness.

The Battle Begins

"Ah, my little Losers," the clown purred, grinning. "I was wondering when you'd stop running."

Levi stood up, his expression unreadable. "Who said we were running?"

He raised his wand—"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The green bolt of death shot forward, slamming into Pennywise's chest—but the clown didn't fall.

He just laughed.

"Ohhh, that tickled," Pennywise cooed, his eyes glowing yellow. "Let's play!"

BOOM!

Beverly fired the first shot, her rifle kicking back as the bullet tore through the clown's shoulder. Pennywise screeched, his form twisting, growing monstrous.

Mike tossed a grenade.

BOOM.

Smoke filled the air, but Pennywise charged through it, his claws swiping. Eddie barely dodged.

Levi moved fast—wand flashing.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Pennywise shrieked as deep gashes split open across his face and chest. Blood—black and oozing—splattered onto the floor.

"That's more like it," Levi muttered, raising his gun.

Richie fired his shotgun point-blank, blowing half of Pennywise's face apart—but it regenerated instantly.

"Oh, that's not fair," Richie groaned.

Levi narrowed his eyes. "Then let's see how he likes fire."

He grabbed the flamethrower, igniting it.

WHOOSH!

The flames roared forward, engulfing Pennywise—and this time, he screamed.

The clown thrashed, his body burning, melting—but he wasn't dead yet.

"You think this will stop me?" he snarled.

"No," Levi admitted.

"But this will."

Bill pulled the pin on a grenade and shoved it straight into Pennywise's mouth.

BOOM!

Pennywise's head exploded, sending gore and black sludge across the room.

His body collapsed, twitching—before slowly dissolving into nothing.

Silence.

Smoke curled around them. Their ears rang.

And then—Bill exhaled.

"Is it over?"

Levi stared at the spot where Pennywise had fallen, his wand still raised.

"Maybe," he muttered.

The Aftermath

They stumbled out of the Neibolt house, bruised, bleeding, but alive.

The night was eerily quiet.

For the first time, Derry felt… normal.

"We did it," Beverly whispered, looking back at the house. "We actually did it."

Richie let out a hysterical laugh. "Holy shit, we're badasses."

Levi smirked. "Yeah, well, don't get cocky."

Mike frowned. "What if he's not really gone?"

Levi exhaled. "Then we kill him again."

They stood there, staring at the house, knowing this wasn't really the end.

But for tonight, they had won.

And for the first time in years, the Losers' Club wasn't afraid.