AND THERE WERE TWO-- each one of them were terrified after going head on to the monster inside of the well house. To attack the clown that took Georgie, Betty Ripsom, and so many other unfortunate kids. After the boy admitted, stutter free that he would rather face IT alone then not at all, Beverly decided she wouldn’t let him do it alone. At least she’d die running into battle and not away from it, and she’d know that they had a better chance going in together then apart.
Her hand runs alone the messenger bag filled with defense she could manage. From crowbars, to hammers, and metal bats. She couldn’t find a gun, nor could she have used it. One glance over to the boy beside her and she knew they might not make it out, but they have to.. Either they die like this or die later. With that, Beverly has no regrets and a wash of strength seems to rage over her.
Trepidation lingers between the to of them, and instead of asking him the obvious question of if he is alright, she acknowledged that no one is. She grabs hold of the bat that hung out of the bag, it’s now or never.
“ Here, take it. ” She reaches out to hand him the weapon, they needed all they could get. And that included the silent prayers she made to a god she wasn’t sure she believed in. There’s a small part of her that considers asking him if they should walk up these deadly steps, or turn back now. Her thoughts diminish as they start, knowing that every doubt will be a nail in their coffins. Once again her heart beats with the drum of words, it’s now or never, Beverly.
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