The Devils Bargain | stuilly | billyxstu | stuxbilly

Chapter 10

With the phone call ended, Stu quickly scrambled to clean up the footprints he had left in Billy's room and outside. Thanks to the darkness of the night, the blood was almost impossible to see on the metal floor, just looking like mud or like someone had stepped through a puddle of some blackish liquid.

Stu still did his best to clean it up, using a mop he found in the stationary closet, and while cleaning up small footprints was easier than the mess in the office room, Stu still finished sweating and tired.

One thing these types of motels gave was the unspoken rule of, 'its not your problem.' If anyone saw him moping the floor outside, they'd either assume he was high or that he was just a weirdo. It worked for him either way.

Now that all the adrenaline was gone, his side was beginning to ache again, but Stu didn't pay it as much attention as he did before. Billy wouldn't appreciate his bitching anyway.

Billy was far from happy when he pulled up at the motel and his mother dropped him off, which just reminded him that he needed to figure out his own transportation.

Billy never got his driver's license, he knows Stu has it but without a car, its a pretty useless thing to have. It doesn't help that the drivers license would have a dead killers name on it.

He had of course explained to his mom why their dinner had to be cut short, and while Billy was mainly using the opportunity to get away from Stu for a while, he was enjoying his time with his mother, needing the time to catch up with the mom he hadn't seen since he was a kid.

His mom wanted to help, saying more hands were better, but Billy needed to deal with this on his own, not worrying about his mom getting on his back when he beat Stu into the floor.

As much as he loved his mom, she forced him to bring back a side of himself that he was unfortunately familiar with. A mask of 'im not as deranged as you think'. Stu would get away with a lot with his mom around.

Billy trekked up to the office, seeing that Stu wasn't lying about the blinds being closed. He pushed at the door, which suddenly had weight on it that wasn't there before. Billy could see the large but thin outline of Stu, and he figured Stu was blocking the door, so he couldn't get in.

"It's me, dumb-ass." Billy yelled, punching the window to fully get Stu's attention. Suddenly, the door became light again, and Billy pushed in. Instantaneously, it became apparent what Stu had done.

This was somehow worse than all the mess he'd made before, and those times he didn't even have to clean it up.

If Billy wasn't pissed, he'd spend a second appreciating the complete chaos that Stu had caused within the room.

Billy walked over to the counter and past it, making sure not to stand in the pools of blood on the floor that had now been set in place. He noted that there was no body, but a blood smear leading to a door at the back gave him a clear idea of where he was.

Billy rubbed the bridge of his nose, now turning to look at Stu, whose pupils were still blown out, and though there was shame behind his expression, Billy could see the smug ass grin he had. He is obviously proud of his work.

Billy didn't dare give him the satisfaction of agreeing. Billy pointed over at him, keeping his expression understandably pissed. "I'm still going to kill you. But first, you are going to clean this up."

"I'm not helping you. I missed dinner because you couldn't stop yourself. Show some damn restraint, man."

Stu's grin didn't falter, just growing larger and nodding along like he was having fun, and Billy clenched his fist, only getting angrier that Stu was not taking his anger seriously.

Billy turned, grinding his own teeth as he fought himself to figure out if he was going to let this slide or if he was going to jump the gun on his punishment. All it took was Stu's stupid mouth to make the decision stupidly easy to make.