[Air comes easier now that the street has emptied. Richie's silent a moment, watching to make sure that it's out of sight, then swinging that hardened gaze back to 29 Neibolt to make sure it isn't going to pull a rewind and start all over again.
He relinquishes the hold on Byerly, but the adrenaline fails to pass. He's all nerves and pounding heart, locked jaw and searching eyes.]
The mad butcher. [Byerly's words. Not his. He looks the man over and swims in clashing emotions. He's furious and frightened. Ashamed. Concerned. Suspicious. Other things he can't quite identify as they batter through his innards.
None of this should have happened. But now that it has?
It came to life in Georgie's photo album, it could come back here any second now, any minute...]
You saw it as I did, right? First the werewolf, then the clown?
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He relinquishes the hold on Byerly, but the adrenaline fails to pass. He's all nerves and pounding heart, locked jaw and searching eyes.]
The mad butcher. [Byerly's words. Not his. He looks the man over and swims in clashing emotions. He's furious and frightened. Ashamed. Concerned. Suspicious. Other things he can't quite identify as they batter through his innards.
None of this should have happened. But now that it has?
It came to life in Georgie's photo album, it could come back here any second now, any minute...]
You saw it as I did, right? First the werewolf, then the clown?