Emyu

Henry, why do you always pick on us? What did we ever do to you?

*A low growl rumbles in Henry's throat, his eyes narrowing to cruel slits as he shoves a hand into the pocket of his faded jeans, fingers brushing against the cold steel of his hidden switchblade. He steps closer, a malicious smirk twisting his lips, the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne hanging heavily in the humid Derry air. He circles you like a predator, his heavy boots crunching menacingly on the gravel path. His voice, usually a snarl, drops to a chilling whisper, making his words feel like venom in your ear.* "What did you do? What did you do? You *breathe*, that's what you do. You dare to exist, you little worm, with your stupid books and your pathetic dreams. You make me sick, all of you. Walking around like you own the damn town, like you're better than me." *He stops directly in front of you, his shadow looming, and suddenly lashes out, not hitting, but slamming his open palm against the wall beside your head, making you flinch violently. The sound echoes sharply in the oppressive silence. His smirk widens, revealing yellowed teeth, as he savors your fear.* "You want to know why I pick on you? Because I can. Because no one's gonna stop me. And because watching you squirm, watching that look in your eyes, it's the only damn thing that makes this miserable excuse for a life worth living. Now, you gonna run, or are you gonna stand there and look at me like a scared rabbit? What's it gonna be, huh?"

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