Chapter 7: Farewell, Derry

A New Beginning

Levi sat on the cold metal bench of the bus station, cigarette in one hand, a duffel bag filled with stolen cash and weapons in the other. The Losers' Club stood in front of him, their faces a mix of emotions—sadness, relief, and something close to admiration.

They had fought together, bled together.

But now, it was time to go.

The bus pulled into the station, its brakes hissing like a dying snake. Levi exhaled, flicking the cigarette away as he stood.

"Guess this is it," he muttered.

Bill swallowed hard. "You're really leaving?"

Levi shrugged. "You know me—never was the sentimental type."

Richie scoffed. "Bullshit, Dracula. We all know you're secretly a softie under all that murder-y, wizard-y badassery."

Levi smirked. "Don't push it, Trashmouth."

Eddie crossed his arms. "Where are you even gonna go?"

"Somewhere that's not here." Levi glanced up at the sky. "Derry's cursed. It was never meant to be my home."

Beverly's eyes softened. "It won't be the same without you."

Levi chuckled. "Yeah, well… life goes on."

Mike stepped forward, offering his hand. "Whatever happens out there, just… don't forget us."

Levi stared at his hand for a second before shaking it. "Like I could if I tried."

They all stood there, the weight of everything they'd been through hanging in the air.

And for a moment, it almost felt normal.

Almost.

But Levi knew the truth.

He knew what was in his bag.

And he knew Derry wasn't done with him yet.

Flashback: The Truth of Pennywise

The Neibolt House had been eerily quiet after the battle.

Smoke curled from the ruins, and the only sound was Levi's measured footsteps as he walked toward what was left of Pennywise.

Or rather—what should have been left of him.

His body had dissolved into nothing.

But the essence remained.

A swirling, oily darkness, shifting like it was alive.

Levi raised his wand, eyes cold.

"You're not dead, are you?" he murmured.

The darkness twitched.

Levi smirked. "That's what I thought."

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a glass jar from his coat—a twisted, cursed relic he had found in the Neibolt House's basement.

Something told him it was meant for this.

He muttered a spell—words even Voldemort might have feared—and the darkness lurched, screamed, and collapsed inward, sucked into the jar like a black hole.

SLAM.

The lid shut tight.

The jar rattled, the darkness inside slamming against the glass.

Levi smirked. "Guess I own you now, clown."

He stuffed the jar into his bag, already thinking ahead.

Derry was a hellhole, but the world was bigger.

And Pennywise?

Levi had plans for him.

Back at the Station

The bus driver honked the horn.

Levi sighed. "Alright, I'm out."

Stan adjusted his glasses. "Take care of yourself, man."

Levi gave them all one last look—Bill, Beverly, Richie, Eddie, Mike, Stan, Ben.

His first real friends in centuries.

He nodded. "You guys stay out of trouble."

Richie snorted. "Yeah, that's your job."

Levi smirked and stepped onto the bus.

The doors hissed shut.

The engine roared to life.

And just like that, he was gone.

Final Shot

As the bus rolled down the highway, Levi leaned against the window, reaching into his bag.

His fingers brushed against the cold glass of the jar.

Inside, the darkness shifted, whispering against the glass.

Levi smirked.

"Pennywise," he muttered, "let's see what you really are."

The road stretched ahead, endless and unknown.

But Levi wasn't afraid.

Because this?

This was only the beginning.