#OIM GOING INSANE

[glissandolight]

[roastedsoup]

RYAN I WOULD HAVE KEPYT YOU ALIVE FOREVER

[dementedgnomicwizard]

HHHE DIED  DHFGSLKASDHGKLASDJFKDHSAL;DGJHSKFDHJL;JGAFDL;XCGAFD

[get-fcking-reddie]

Super Losers (1/?)

Pairing: Reddie, Billverly(briefly), Benverly

Universe: Misfits AU

Words: 1,650

Summary: Seven losers from Derry get hit by an electrical storm and gain crazy super powers. How will they use their powers? Will they fight crime? Will they just mess around ? Or will they try to ignore the whole thing all together? In any case, there is not much time to explore them as the storm brought along more than just their powers. They must face off with their new super-powered bullies, and something, much, much, darker.

Note: Every chapter will have a different protagonist.

                                           BEN (PROLOGUE)

Ben should consider himself very lucky, or at least that’s what his mother told him about three times on the way over to the community centre. He was lucky that the judge had given him another chance and sentenced him with community service, another judge might have send him to juvy hall. Ben knew he was just lucky that the judge hated Bowers about as much as Ben did, and honestly, he had seemed a little impressed that Ben had torched Henry’s car and gotten away with it.

Ben didn’t regret it, even if it meant that he would spent the rest of his Summer cleaning up garbage in an embarrassing orange suite. In fact, he would do it again for what Bowers had done to her. Ben shifted in his seat and glanced over at his mother quickly, somehow fearing that she had read his mind and found out that Ben wasn’t sorry at all.

His mother stopped in front of the community centre and shot Ben a pitiful look. You would think that she was actually sending him of to jail, the way she was looking at him, and not as if she was just going to see him again before dinner.

“Now, be careful, Benny.” She said, fixing his collar for him just so she had an excuse to cup his cheek afterwards. “Just go in there and do your job, and it will all be over before you know it. Be polite to everyone, but don’t… maybe not make friends with these kids.”

“Mom, please.”

“I know, I know! But, these kids are here for a reason and some of them are just as rotten as that Bowers kid.” She gave him a stern look, the one she used when he ripped his jeans or didn’t want to finish his plate.

“Fine, I promise.” Ben sighed. “I won’t make friends.” It wasn’t as if he had ever made friends with anyone since they moved to Derry. Ironically Henry Bowers seemed to be the only one that even acknowledge his existence, apart from her from time to time.

His mother brushed off his shirt and made one of her ‘I only want what’s best for you’ speeches. Ben barely heard her as he grabbed his backpack and reached for the door handle.

“Love you, mom.” He said quickly as he got out of the car.

“Love you too, Benny, don’t forget your lunch!” She pushed a heavy brown paper bag into his hands before Ben could close the doors. He offered her a smile and made his way over to the front door of the community centre. As soon as he was certain that she couldn’t see him anymore, he dropped the bag into the nearest trash can. He would probably regret that later, but he was on a streak of doing regrettable things, so why stop now?

Ben had been in the community centre before when his mother had briefly wanted him to go to a church group. He hadn’t hated it, occasionally someone talked to him about this or that which had certainly been a nice change. She had taken him off again when they cut her wages at the factory and she needed him to get a job so they could make ends meet. He’d been working at the library ever since. He preferred it, although it was a lot lonelier.

He heard some noise coming from the smaller hall and he assumed that was where they were meeting. He followed the loud voices with the strange accents, but when he got closer he realised they were really just one voice.

The smaller recreation hall was a neat, perfectly square room with four windows, yellow halogen lights, and a dusty pool table that now looked mint rather than forest green. Today, however, the room looked spectacular, because she was there.

Ben stopped in his tracks and he thought his heart did the same. She was sitting on one of the chairs in the half-circle in the middle of the room. She was wearing short dungarees and a golden bracelet dangled from her ankle. He watched the light play with the bangles as she absentmindedly bounced her leg. He was so caught up that he didn’t realise the noise had stopped.

The noise was now waving a hand in front of Ben’s face, rudely waking him from his reverie. Ben stumbled backwards and contemplated running away for a moment. She had seen him staring like that at her, everyone had, and now they probably thought he was some kind of creep.

“Ye ol’raight there, mate?” The noise, a boy with wild curls and thick-rimmed glasses, said in a thick Irish accent.

“I’m Ben.” He squeaked and then cringed. He could hear her giggle behind her hands as the boy next to her sighed.

“Good te meet ya, Benneh.” The Irish boy said, as he enthusiastically shook Ben’s hand. “Oim Aloysius Nell, the probation worker, whai don’t ye have a seat an we can get started, laddy.”

“Oh-okay.” Ben said frowning as he walked past ‘Nell’ to take a seat. He was sure he recognised Nell from somewhere, but he thought that it was probably best to sit down and shut up. That way, he was less likely to embarrass himself.

Ben wanted to sit down next to her, but he decided to leave an empty chair in-between them at the last moment. She was hunched over and stifling her laughter behind her hands. Ben thought he saw tears in her eyes. The boy next to her only had a disapproving smile on his lips. The one people reserve for toddlers and puppies that do something wrong with great confidence.

“Stop it, Rich.” She managed to say through her laughter, and she dabbed at her eyes. “you’re cruel.”

“Alright, alright, the jig is up.” Rich, apparently, said and he held up his hands in defeat before he extended one to Ben with a flourish. “Richie Tozier is my name and voices are my game. That priss over there is Stan “the Man” Uris, and this lovely lady is Beverly Marsh.”

“He knows, we have Social Studies together.” Beverly said, leaving Ben lost for words. She recognised him?

“Don’t let this clown put you off, we’re actually very nice.” Stan said, pulling Richie back into his chair next to him where he plopped down ungracefully and dramatically. Ben frowned before he finally put two and two together. He had missed the elections, but he was sure he had heard that voice before.

“Wait, you’re Stan Uris? Aren’t you class president ánd captain of the debate team? What are you doing here?” Ben asked.

“I’ve made the wrong friends back in middle school.” Stan deadpanned, before shooting Richie a look that would have made a lesser man weep. Richie just flashed a smile and shrugged.

“Oh, don’t give me that, Staniel, you’d be boring without us.”

Before Stan could answer, three new people barged into the room. The first one was Bill Denbrough who Ben knew by name because they were both in Creative Writing together, he was followed by a boy he recognised from the football team and a kid he had seen at the school nurse once. He figured that everyone who ever went to the school nurse had seen him. The kid was arguing about something with the football player in an excited voice, but he stopped when they realised they weren’t the only ones here.

“Hi everyone.” Bill said, raising his hand casually. “I’m B-Bill, and these are Eddie and Mike.” His stutter had improved a lot over the years, and his speaking voice was now calm and direct although maybe a little slow compared to other guys like Richie and the sick kid.

“Hi again, princess.” Richie said and Eddie flipped him off. He plopped down in the chair opposed from Richie, on the other end of the half-circle, and crossed his arms defiantly.

“You guys know each other?” Mike asked, looking from Richie to Eddie.

“Yes.”

“No.”

There was a short awkward moment, but neither of the boys cared to elaborate. Ben caught Bill and Mike sharing a look, but they didn’t press it either.

Ben suddenly realised that there were only two empty seats: the one on his left and the one on his right. He was about to move to the seat next to Beverly, so Bill and Mike wouldn’t have to split up, but Bill beat him to it.

“C-can I sit here?” He asked Beverly. She nodded and brushed a few strands of her short curls behind her ear. Ben noticed the look that lingered between the two and he felt defeated. Of course, she would go for Bill. He couldn’t blame her either. He just wanted her to be happy.

“So, what are you guys all in here for?” Richie asked, leaning forward in his seat, and deliberately keeping his eyes locked on Eddie. “Have you been a naughty boy again?”

“Shut. Up.” Eddie said through gritted teeth. Everyone was looking at everyone in that moment until Ben just blurted it out.

“I torched Henry Bowers’ car.” There was a moment of deadly silence, and then everyone was talking over each other.

“That was you?”

“That’s insane, bloody amazing, but bloody insane.”

“Does Bowers know it’s you?”

“They should put you into the witness protection program, but for, like, perpetrators.”

Before Ben could answer any of their questions, the door swung open and the actual probation worker appeared. Ben could feel the temperature drop as the man’s steel blue eyes scanned the room and lingered on them disapprovingly. He thought he saw Eddie shiver from the corner of his eyes.

“Welcome to your community service, you criminals.” The man said, dropping seven pairs of orange jumpsuits in front of them. “get changed, so we can get started.