richie might have only sat there with the empty envelope of dr wacky 's sneezing powder in one hand , staring at the werewolf with a kind of drugged wonder , thinking how brown its fur was , how red the blood was , how nothing was in black and white in real life , he might have sat there until its paws closed around his neck and its long nails pulled his throat out , but bill grabbed him again and pulled him to his feet .