Drabble Dump #1
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Bev and Hannah
The piercing display at the mall caught her eyes. Sixteen year old Beverly Marsh wearing her boyfriend’s green army jacket, a pink silk tank top ripped jeans and combat boots bellowed at the top of her lungs; “Hannah!” The shorter girl had got lost in the throng of people as they went shopping but she saw her friend and waved back. Hannah darted through the groups to find her. “Jesus Christ Bev. I could hear you from Canada.” She laughed brushing her hair back. “What’s up?”
Bev pointed to the new piercing shop. “Look, aren’t those cool?” She asked. Both girls sidled up to the display case of tiny diamond studs, small cute hoops for your nose or lip. Some even had mono chromed multi colored butterflies on studs. “I want to get pierced.” Her blue eyes twinkled in anticipation. “Come on we should get matching ones!” Bev scooped out some more of the body jewelry and noticed a teenager with wild hair was getting pierced at that moment. He didn’t flinch at all as his lip got pulled down by gloved hands, something swabbed onto his lip and in went the needle. Hannah seemed entranced as did Beverly. Both girls looked at the jewel cases and Hannah found the perfect one. “These!” She exclaimed.
They were studs in the shape of gold peace signs. Bev grinned. “Those are perfect.” She said. “We’ll have matching ones.” Hannah had recently told Beverly that she was her first friend, something that Bev treasured. She agreed and the two had become closer. They spent Saturdays together at each other’s homes, Bev making Hannah personalized clothing. “You’re gonna be famous one day Bev.” Bev had seemed thrilled with the vintage piece she’d made, dipping into her mother’s old clothing from the 70’s to gift her friend. Hannah promised to take care of the pieces now knowing who they were from.
Lucky for them the girls had fake ID cards and the big burly biker piercer didn’t seem to care when he asked for them. He glanced up. “Who’s first?”
“Me.” Bev said boldly. “We want the peace sign ones, please.”
He went to get them and showed the girls who nodded. “Where at?”
Bev and Hannah met eyes. “Belly button?” Hannah asked. All the actresses seemed to have one nowadays and Bev admired Drew Berrymore the most. She had recently sported one in a vintage laced crop top with butterfly clips in her short blonde curls.
“Belly!” Hannah agreed. Bev was instructed to get up on the chair and lay back. The biker dude was named Lew and he told her what to expect as he prepared her belly. Bev looked over at Hannah who grasped her hand. Bev couldn’t stand needles but she wanted this ring and couldn’t wait to show Richie what she’d done. There was a second, a small little flash of pain and it was over. She stared down at it as did Hannah. It looked so cool!
“My turn.” Hannah breathed looking nervous. “Did it hurt Bevvy?”
“Nah you got this.” It was Bev’s turn to hold Hannah’s hand. Hannah stared down in defiance at the needle and soon hers was done. The girls paid for their piercings and thanks Lew. Once back in the mall hallway Bev and Hannah headed to a bench. Both laid their purses on the bench close together and lifted their shirts. A gold studded peace sign in each girl’s belly button twinkled brightly. Bev grinned at Hannah. “What are we gonna do next?” She asked lowering her tank as Hannah lowered her shirt.
“I’m suddenly hungry. Food court?”
In a fit of laughter the teens grabbed their belongings and sped off.
Meeting the Vampires
Storm and Beverly
FT. Lost Girl Star
The Santa Carla air was smooth and crisp. Relaxing. Beverly was glad she had let her friend Star talk her into coming out for a visit. The two had been pen pals through a school thing and then Star stopped all contact. Bev had got one short postcard, showing the Santa Carla scene and it said “Come visit”. So on impulse, she did. Star had gotten into college with her sister, Storm whom she had yet to meet. “I’m so glad you came!” The dark haired pretty girl wrapped Beverly in a tight hug. “And to finally meet in person. This is David he’s my si...friend.” She corrected. Bev looped an arm around Star as well. They’d sent pictures and such but always meeting in reality was scary.
However Star greeted her like she’d known her forever and Bev felt welcomed instantly. She spoke of going to visit her sister at college while the icy blonde named David glared at them both. “Make sure you’re back before sunset.” He extolled, making Bev think that was Star’s boyfriend. They both chattered about life and what was going on. At the time Bev had no idea she would soon fall pregnant with her boyfriend’s child. They were lead to the campus of Berkeley oddly enough where Richie wanted to go for the comedy courses.
Star and Bev talked a blue streak and Star lead her up to her sister’s room. Storm was a beautiful woman with dark hair, very pale skin. She radiated a motherly glow and welcomed Bev into the dorm. “You’ll be staying with me.” She told her in a soft whispery voice. Bev liked her immediately. “I have to call my boyfriend. I promised him I would when I got here.” Storm grabbed her arm. “Please be careful Beverly. You have precious cargo inside you.” Her dark eyes shone so bright.
Bev didn’t understand the woman but Storm waved her to the direction where the phone was in the hallway. Bev headed down that way to call Richie. They talked for a bit and Richie made her promise to be careful and come back home. She hung up and went to the dorm to find Star had left. “She’ll be back tonight. She needs her rest, she’s been up too early.” Storm explained. She smiled at the girl and patted her bed.
Bev sank into it and found herself telling Storm all about her life, even very personal things. Storm’s eyes flashed with dark rage and anger at Bev’s father’s attentions towards her and how Henry Bowers treated her. “If you ever choose to move to California you have a home here.” Storm promised her.
Bev took that in. She could have a place, with someone who was clearly a mother figure. She impulsively hugged Storm to her. “Thank you.” She whispered yearning to have a mother in her life. She had lost hers at a very early age and had only a few vague memories of her. Storm was understanding and made her feel way better. “Go on and take a shower, Beverly. Dress in something light. I’ll show you the town.” Storm smiled at her.
Bev went to pick out an outfit and to do just that. Already Storm had changed, wore fresh makeup. “Come Beverly!” She draped an arm about the girl. “Let me show you Santa Carla.”
And already Bev felt at home. Why, she might never leave.
Sometimes it’s better to stay Dead
Beverly and Steve Harrington
When he said the words Beverly turned. The battle had been finished and everyone was truly exhausted as they headed back to Joyce Buyer’s home. Steve had spoke suddenly and even though she barely knew him Bev was a little shocked. He’d been beat up, drugged and bruised and been through literal hell.
How had she wound up at Hawkins? Moving in with her aunt who had spent a summer there, liked the town and sent for her favorite niece. And then Bev had met Eleven and her friends and found a kinship there. She liked Hawkins. She felt at home here. So why would Steve Harrington of all people wish to be dead?
They were the only two standing on Joyce’s front porch. Bev was smoking a cigarette. She offered Steve one if he wanted. “Why would you say that?” Bev asked. “I’ve been almost dead and it’s not a pleasant feeling.”
She was speaking of her time in the Deadlights where she had hung between life and death. Able to hear every sound but do nothing. Feeling her body loose it’s control. She studied him. “If you ever need to talk about anything...I’m here for you, Steve.” She offered a smile. “I know all about death and it’s grip. Be careful the grim reaper has long ears.”
What are you, an Alien?
Bev and Hannah
At first the question stung mostly because of being in Pennywise’s deadlights. She felt hurt until she saw who had asked it and turned with a smirk. “If I was you’d be the first to know.” She told Hannah Denbrough. “No. I’m a witch I told you.” She’d come for a summer to spend with her boyfriend who was about to go to college in California. Tonight he was hanging out with some friends and Hannah had invited her over.
They sat on Hannah’s hardwood bedroom floor, candles of all sizes in a circle lit. Bev had a heavy black book with her and was spreading gold dust in a circle around the candles. Hannah watched, transfixed. “I didn’t know your aunt was teaching you magick.” She sounded in awe.
“Yeah my aunt is very knowledgeable in voodoo. She said I am an actual witch—which is why Pennywise wanted me.” Bev hardly ever spoke of him but to two people—her close friend and her boyfriend. And sometimes not even then. She’d get catatonic and start to shake. More than once Richie had to coax her back to herself, holding her until she started breathing again. Those times didn’t happen as often now.
“Alien.” She rolled her eyes at Hannah and stood up straight. “Please. I’m far above that. Witchy girl here.” She’d read Silver Ravenwolf’s Teen Witch series from cover to cover and the binder was falling out. Bev had done every spell in it and wanted more. She was now working her way into darker magicks and her aunt had begun to let her explore in Voodoo from their family line. “Shh. We need to concentrate. We can call upon a certain spirit and they’ll appear to do our bidding. But first, we must offer something.” Bev said quietly.
“Offer? Like what?” Hannah didn’t look as into it as Bev was.
“Something of ourselves. Blood for example. It’s the easiest way to bring in magicks.” She explained and pulled out a small dagger. Hannah’s eyes widened as Bev drew a line in her palm without flinching. That same line had once been made by a twelve year old Bill who had pressed his blood to hers. Fitting it was in the Denbrough house. She held it over her pentagram.
Reluctantly Hannah allowed Bev to cut open her palm. Bev focused hard. “Today from hereon, the two of us, Hannah Denbrough and Beverly Anne Marsh will forever be in one another’s life. In some way or form. So mote it be.” A candle suddenly lit up and another, and another. Both girls watched in awe.
“And so am I an alien now, or a witch?” Bev asked, her lips curving into a smile.
Bev and Elena
Bev had been surprised when the dark haired girl turned to her, weeping. She felt bad for her and nodded. “It’s OK.” She said and noticed the woman couldn’t seem to stop weeping. It seemed to be one of those days. The sky was cloudy and overcast, the sky literally looking like it was crying along with her. “Are you OK?” She asked. “My name is Beverly.”
Bev normally didn’t talk to strangers but Elena gave a calming presence. “If you need me to call someone for you, I can.” She offered wanting to help her. Bev had no idea how. She herself had just moved to this strange city far from her childhood friends. Knowing someone else wasn’t having an easy time of it relaxed her, made her feel better. “I’m not from here either. I came from the East. I lived in a small town called Derry.”
She wanted to help the other feel better. “Can I call someone for you?” Bev drug out a couple of waters from her purse. “Here.” She felt weird just letting some innocent soul cry. “I could call your mom, or your dad?” Bev had no idea who she was talking to or that her words could make it worse.
Meg and Bev
aka Quick and Quiet
Back again...to IT?
Bev was trembling. She didn’t want to go back there, she didn’t want to face IT again. In her mind it had all been done and over with. But the others were sure something bad was about to happen, something bad was gonna go down. She had no choice. She was glad to see Meg back with them despite the circumstances.
Meg’s hand in hers was comforting and she squeezed it back. She was glad to have the other girl back and from how the others greeted her they were too. The sewers were dark, dank. Bill started to explore and so did Ben, Mike. Richie stayed with her and Meg. Meg gave her a little smile and went to explore something, a light shining as she did. Bev looked over at the boy who slipped his hand into hers and squeezed it.
“I won’t leave you this time.” Richie promised. When Meg rejoined them she seemed happy and for a moment so was Bev—until they heard it. The high pitched AH HA AH AH. Then a little boy’s voice calling for his older brother. Bev squeezed Richie’s hand hard then. She didn’t want to do this, they shouldn’t have had to...but they were. They had to go back again to the lion’s den, back again to IT.
And just maybe this time? They would kill IT.
Bev and JFK
Everyone in Derry had been excited. The president was coming to Derry, Maine! Bev was wondering what the hubbub was about but Richie explained it easily as they all hung out in the Barrens; “He just wants to see how dumb the kids of America are getting. Answer? Very.”
The gang broke up laughing at that though it was somewhat true. As it was the 50’s things hadn’t changed. Bev shrugged. She didn’t know why the president of the United States was stopping in a sh*t hole like Derry but he was. He was only visiting the houses of people like Greta Bowie anyway, people who weren’t true Derry residents. Bev had intended on not even going to the parade that all of Derry was at.
Red, white and blue ribbons and banners were everywhere. Groaning, Bev slunk through the masses to get to Keene’s Pharmacy. She wanted to shoplift some cigarettes for tonight when two well dressed men walked by her. She noticed something flutter from one of their pockets and went to scoop it up.
“Excuse me!” Bev called. She hurried to them. One of the men was a bodyguard and held Bev back but the other man—Mr. Kennedy himself offered a kind smile. “Yes?” He asked.
“I think you dropped this, sir.” Bev held out the silk kerchief. The president’s eyes widened and he took it from her. “What’s your name?” He asked.
Bev felt her mind empty and appeared panicked until he told her it was ok. “Beverly Marsh.” She whispered and almost wanted to curtsy. But the president waved her off. “Thank you Ms. Marsh. This is my mother’s Rose’s. I am so glad you found it.”
Bev felt her eyes water up. “I’m glad. I lost my mother a few years ago. Sorry to bother you, Mr. President.” S he almost saluted him but figured not to. He smiled at her kindly. “Thank you Ms. Marsh.”
She watched as he and his bodyguard headed to a long black limo. Imagine! The president of the USA had talked to her! Bev couldn’t wait to tell the other Losers!