[ It's an illusion. It's nothing more than an illusion. Byerly knows that. There's nothing he can do to stop this, to change it. The whole thing - the whole bloody thing - is in the past - Richie is here, he's going to escape, there's nothing to do but just sit back and watch...
And yet he doesn't. Out of some mad bravado, some crazy damned idiocy, By finds himself stalking forward, stiff-legged, towards the scene. His step is quick, drawing him closer and closer to the children and the creature coming for them. His eyes are wide, his pupils flared; his stunner is raised, flipped so that it's held like a club instead of a firearm. He's ready to take a swing. ]
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And yet he doesn't. Out of some mad bravado, some crazy damned idiocy, By finds himself stalking forward, stiff-legged, towards the scene. His step is quick, drawing him closer and closer to the children and the creature coming for them. His eyes are wide, his pupils flared; his stunner is raised, flipped so that it's held like a club instead of a firearm. He's ready to take a swing. ]