REESE

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           With a flick of his wrist, Billy dropped the phone onto his lap and waited for Stu to finish up with his game -- could it be called a game at all? <I,> Billy contemplated calling his wife. <wish you were here.> The moon cast away any shadows in the front yard of Becker's house, giving Billy a clear view of Stu, who was admiring his work. Becker and Orth... are no more. 

             Billy sneered, "He's big and he plays football and he'll kick the shit out of you!"

             The timing couldn't have been more of a treat to Billy and Stu. Becker was soooo sure that Orth would swoop in like a knight in shining armor to protect her from the big, bad stranger, but she couldn't have been any more in the wrong. Bound and gagged in a chair, utterly helpless, forced to watch his girlfriend be prey from just outside the door before being disembowled. <Sad.> Billy's wife would NEVER be faced with such a situation. The woman in question was untouchable. 

               A gravelly laugh burst from Billy's throat, his eyes welling with tears and his body quaking like a tree caught in a storm as the events of earlier played on a loop in his mind. Orth was weak, but Billy was strong. Becker was out in the open. Billy's wife was heavily guarded at all times. Orth died for his partner. Billy killed for his partner. The thought of his wife brought a smile to Billy's Face -- there is only her. <Mine.> Billy glanced down at his left hand, the ring glanced back up at him.

                It killed Billy.

               At the end of the day, all Billy wanted was to be able to be honest about his wife, to show her off like the prized possession she is, to not have to keep her a secret from the world, but... for the sake of the plan... it just wouldn't be a possibility. Billy slammed his hands against the dash. The sight of Becker's mangled corpse strung up like a pinata had lost it's charm. By now, most of her organs had slipped out of their respective cavities and onto the ground, aside from her large intestine, which had ceased to slip some time before; law enforcement was gonna have a ball cleaning that up.

                 "Hey," Stu called to Billy. "let's blow this popsicle stand!"

                  The man in question, still donning the infamous costume, bounded towards the car, wrenched open the passenger-side door, and slid in beside Billy before wrenching the door shut, his eyes still locked on Becker's corpse. Neither said a word. Billy peeled away from the estate and onto the main road, opting to just drive for a bit instead of straight to Stu's place -- they weren't about to take the risk of  being tailed and leading law enforcement to either of their homes.

                   That would be a shitshow.

                   The scent of blood wafted about the car, a reminder of what had been done that night; they needed sleep and they needed sleep, bad. A red light. A red light. A cruiser flying through a red light, in the direction of the Becker estate. A green light. 

                   Stu slid the mask off and tossed it on the dash, "Who's next in line?"