[Supernatural meets The Boys]
Nobody is stupid enough to venture into unknown territories, except for Ilya. Don't get him wrong! He never meant to enter that mysterious village.
Fate led him there to save, or be saved.
"Peekaboo!"
Beast is a cruel c...
Sorry for the long wait. I kinda gave up on Wattpad since they deleted my story "Silent Hill: Angel" T_T, but I miss writing. And I missed you guys ^-^. So, here I am. Writing again. I'm planning to spread my stories on other writing platforms to avoid placing all my eggs in one basket. Hehe ^^'
Enjoy this exciting new chapter ❤️
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"Aleksei Shnaider."
That foreign name reverberated in Billy and Greg's ears like a shockwave. However, their reaction differed. Billy was surprised, a little disappointed even, while Greg was about to explode.
After all these years composing himself, the madness of the P virus was finally creeping up on Greg.
"Did he just mention a Russian name?" Greg asked.
That name wasn't just hidden information or a white lie by Billy. It was treason.
Greg's rage intensified as he waited for an answer from Billy. His breathing grew louder and more erratic. The fat between his folds expanded, and excessive saliva dripped from between his teeth like a mad dog. Bloodshot eyes bulged as they drilled a hole at the side of Billy's head, waiting for him to face him.
Billy was dumbfounded, lost in his own wild thoughts. He had sensed that the boy was lying about his name from the very beginning by catching his elevated heartbeat. Elliot, or whatever his name, lied about his name for a reason. Billy just didn't expect it to be this; to be the child of a Russian scientist.
Could this kid be related to what happened to the town? Maybe his resemblance to Ned was not a coincidence.
Of course! Billy's eyes widened as he recalled the differences between this sick boy and all the other humans who stumbled upon this town. The smell. The blood. The illness. And that face! Everything started to make sense now.
Billy took one last look at the feverish kid lying sick and helpless on that couch. So innocent and small, yet there was something about him. A strange feeling bubbled in Billy's stomach that could not be solved.
He knew; that none of it was a coincidence. This kid was meant to be here.
The Russians were back at it again, playing a dangerous game. A new experiment.
Billy was about to turn to Greg and tell him about these revelations when he heard disturbing sounds coming from his direction. Hot, heaving breaths fanned Billy's shoulder. Then a hand drilled a strong grip on his thigh and forced him to look.
Billy prayed that Greg was still in control. He knew how much Greg hated the Russians. Then Billy looked. He saw his friend and all hopes shattered.
Greg was beyond angry—he was furious!
Billy was taken aback. His once calm dear old friend was almost unrecognizable. Billy knew that had to do something before Greg's transformation was completed—before he rips the flesh off of the kid and stips him down to bones.
