𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙 - 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖞!𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

billy made an executive decision to essentially say fuck it to the plan. the plan he couldn't remember. billy's mind was foggy and clouded with lust. not the lust that comes from when expecting sex, but the greediness and hunger. he desired this, he yearned for this exact moments for what felt like decades. he wanted you before he even had the chance to truly get to know you.

getting you into the car wasn't difficult at all. after all, your body was frail while unconscious and while under all the drugs. 

a huff left billys lips and he crammed you into the vehicle. he made sure to quietly close the door so that it didn't make any unwanted noise and draw any undesired attention from the neighbours.

it was like he forgot that there were two dead bodies in the upstairs of the house. and the once living were screaming for quite literally their lives.

the truck was facing the quiet and desolate street. sure, all the rich folks lived in this area but it was safe enough to where no one would wonder about at this hour. which he could only assume was the early morning.

all the young trick or treaters had long gone home and the festivities for this year died off. cheers to christmas.

you were breathing softly. curled up in the backseat of the pickup truck. it was motivation for billy. sick motivation for a sick man and for a sick purpose. he knew there wasn't much time left. he rushed back into stu's mansion of a house in an attempt to find his best friend/partner in crime (literally).

it didn't take much time for billy to quite literally run into randy. not exactly who he wanted to see (alive) but rather stu with a knife driven in randy's throat.

"hey- watch where you're going, fucker-" billy opened the door right into randy. he was only stumbling around, meandering in a house that contained two slowly decaying corpses. what the fuck. a million thoughts were going through billy's head. where on god's green earth could stu macher be?

"hey, randy, my bad." billy let out a sheepish and faint laugh. he almost sounded uncomfortable. billy placed his hand on the drunken boys shoulder slowly walking with him to the corner of the kitchen in hopes of pinning him there so he could finish the job himself. to say billy was displeased was an understatement of the year.

"where did everyone go, man? i wanted some popcorn." well, randy wasn't exactly in federal prison and a last meal could've be exactly served. the last thing he would be eating would be his very own blood. coppery and tasteless and contains merely any nutrients.

"i don't know." his voice was harsh, he had one thing in mind and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. that one thing was to murder randy, find stu, drive away and get the hell out of the area. "i'm assuming you haven't seen stu either then." billy's irritated voice was low, clearly aggravated. randy grumbled something incoherent it was honestly an amazement that the intoxicated boy was somehow standing on two feet.

the anger hit billy like a brick. he turned around harshly. air whipping between his brown locks from the sudden fast and aggressive movement. he clenched the weapon that was thoughtlessly shoved into his jean pocket. he looked intensely into randys sunken brown eyes. he wanted this whole situation over and done with. now.

" i never liked you all that much, randall." a sigh escaped his thin pursed pink lips. "fuck you." billy snapped before moving his hand from his pocket with a weight attached to his palm.