melancholia. [ ALTERNATE SPIN-OFF ] [ BILLY HARGROVE ]

xv. CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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warning: none?
there's a mention of guns
but no shooting

     Mary stepped into the hotel room slowly, eyes not leaving the two Russian men standing on both sides of Dmitri. She held her hands up in surrender, shutting the door behind her in a small movement. 

     "So, you find your family?" Mary asked, glancing between Dmitri and the gun. 

     "No, unfortunately. But, I've located them," he said with a small smile. "I was taken before I could knock on the front door." Mary nodded slightly, looking at the two Russian men. 

     "Good to see you guys, really is. Hey, you remember what happened last time?" Mary asked, the two furrowing their eyebrows at her. "Right, you don't speak English. Well, let me refresh your memories." She launched her hands forwards, tossing the two at the wall with a red glow. She levitated the guns to her, emptying both clips from each of them. "Let's go, Petrov. Run!" She emptied each clip to the ground, then turned and sprinted out the door after him. She stopped him, motioning to the stairs and he nodded. "Elevator, go to the elevator!" They both ran to the staircase, Mary pushing the elevator button on their way there. She sprinted down after Dmitri, the two running through the lobby and to the door. 

     "Really, you do have perfect timing. They were going to give you another five minutes to get back before they shot me," Dmitri informed her as they both climbed into the car. Mary started it up quickly, pushing her hair out of her face in a panic. "We have to get far, Miss Henderson. We have to get far very fast." Mary sped out of the parking lot, shaking her head as she didn't even know where Billy's therapist was. "Where are you going?" 

     "Billy's apartment," Mary answered. "I need a new shirt because I'm pretty sure this one has blood on it from when I just slammed that guy into the wall, and also, I don't know where his therapist is and she could potentially hurt him. So I have to ask his roommate where the therapist's office is." 

     "Then you need to hurry up because I have no idea what that woman is capable of," Dmitri said with a sigh. 

     "Do you know her?" Mary asked, slamming the accelerator through the yellow light and earning a few honks from other cars. 

     "Yes, I do, sadly. They sent her to America soon after you woke up. Her mission was to pose as Mr. Hargrove's therapist to gather what she could about that night at Starcourt. As I suspected, Mr. Hargrove didn't tell her much," Dmitri said with a small sigh. "They were going to pull her out, but you escaped. They kept her here, and now her new mission is to black mail you into giving yourself over in return for Mr. Hargrove's life." 

     "How do you know all of this?" Mary asked, eyes wide as she felt slightly unsafe. 

    "I still get all their emails," Dmitri answered, holding up his phone. Mary glanced to him, then sighed as she swerved into the apartment building parking lot. She sprinted out of the car, and took the steps to the apartment two at at time. She finally reached the door, knocking quickly and hard. In seconds, Jackson opened the door to see Mary with wide eyes and fear written on her face. 

     "I need you to take me to Billy's therapists office," Mary told him. 

     "Why?" Jackson asked. 

     "Because she's one of those evil people I told you about, I need a new shirt, and Billy's going to die if you don't take me there immediately!" Mary yelled at him. 

     "Okay, but do you want a shirt?" Jackson asked. 

    "God, no! Let's go!" Mary yelled again. Jackson rushed after her out of the apartment and back to the car. 

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     Billy slowed the Impala as he reached the office building, still not being able to wipe the smile off his face. He walked to the front desk, the woman looking up to see the wide smile on his face. 

     "Mr. Hargrove, you're in a rather good mood today," she said, slightly confused with the look. 

     "I am. I'm here for my appointment," Billy told her, tapping his fingers on the counter. 

     "Dr. Craig is ready for you. Head on back," the receptionist said. Billy nodded, heading to her room. He knocked on the door, hearing a quiet 'come in'. He opened the door with the smile still on his face, Amanda looking up from her notes. 

     "Ah, Billy," she said, tilting her head at him. "Let's start right away, shall we?" Billy just nodded, shutting the door behind him. He took his usual spot on the couch, tapping his knee's twice when he sat down. "You seem to be in a chipper mood." 

     "I am," he nodded. "I guess... I just got some light in my life recently." 

    "Hm, pray tell," Amanda smiled, leaning back in her chair. Billy just shrugged as he shook his head. 

     "I received some very good news, and I guess it's just... Changed my life," Billy said with a small laugh. 

     "Really? Does it have anything to do with your last visit?" Amanda asked, picking up her pen to write. 

     "Uh, it does, actually," Billy nodded. "I went back to Hawkins and visited my family and it was good to see them all, and I..." Billy trailed off, trying to find a way to lie his way through this. "I found my closure that I needed." Amanda sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. Billy watched as she stood and walked to the window, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I-I'm sorry, did I upset you?" 

      "Just say it," Amanda spat at him. "I already know, so just say it, Hargrove. I've been treating you for six months, waiting for this day, and now you won't even tell me that your dead girlfriend is back from the dead?" Amanda laughed maniacally, Billy's eyes widening as he stood from his spot. "Oh, you're not going anywhere. Now that I've got you, you're staying right where I can see you. Keeping you in my sight, my grips, that's my mission that they gave me. Then home free with a million dollars. So I'd stay put, because I'm a trained fighter." 

     "Who are you?" Billy asked, eyes going around the room to find anything to defend himself with.

     "My real name is Amanda Craig, and I was sent to kill you if Mary Henderson doesn't turn herself over to us," Amanda said, pulling a gun from her waistband and training it on Billy. He held his hands up quickly, heart pounding as he stared down the barrel of the gun. "Funny how this has all worked out, isn't it?" 

     "Where's Mary?" Billy asked, looking to the metal candle holder near him. 

     "When you dropped her off at her hotel, there were two of our men waiting for her. I would presume she's on her way here right now," Amanda informed him. "All we have to do is wait." 

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we're getting spicy
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