Chương 203: Weird Shit 2.0 [#1]
[Because I'm not done playing with this series- I wanna do more.
Oc (Not SI) x Billy Hargrove (Because he's gay, and there's nothing you can say to make me think otherwise- He's me when i was 13 years old, but he never left that phase)
Modern Settings (Well, It's 2004 in this fic), Body Modifications, Body Horror, Bullshiting.]
-Scene Starts-
There wasn't much that could make Billy afraid- But a bat with nails surely was surely one of them. He laid there, groggy, everything spinning... Until everything went dark, he heard his chuckles echo inside his head before he the darkness surrounded him- Right. He had a date, someone he wanted to go with, or at least he made himself believe he wanted to go with, but a tiny voice on the back of his mind whispered that no, he didn't want to! But HE HAD TO- he-he had to, right? Yeah, yeah, he has to make sure his father doesn't think he's a fucking fag or else it'll end up bad for him! Max, Max almost finished him back in California and now- Now she's doing it again.
Why does every person he knows want to destroy his life!? His mother was a coward and left him alone with that monster, his fucking father he doesn't need to say anything about since he's the problem in itself, and Maxine- She's a bitch, like her mother, she tried to get killed so many times, disobeying curfew many times, telling Neil what he was doing or where he was going, and of course ignoring his fucking warnings about shit that triggers Neil and yet! Oh yet... Yet she dares to act like he's the bad guy, like he's the one trying to get her killed, and maybe he should, maybe he should kill her and all her little friends. He slowly got up from the ground of this fucked up house that the Byers lived in just as he heard his camaro and other cars, he was to drugged to be angry so he just stumbled trying to get up, his hand held the door of the fridge and he felt it give in before he could put his whole weight into it, he fell to the ground once again as something fell on top of him, something slimy and gross- "Urgh..." He groaned, eyes blinking slightly to adjust to the sudden light flashing on his face, he got up oce he felt whatever was touching him- what was that, fish?- twitch.
"What the fuck-" He stumbled, of course he did, looking at the weird scaly dog thing with its head open on the ground. He heard footsteps and turned his head just in time to see Maxine, her nerdy friends, another girl with dark hair and black shit in her eyes, and black clothes: "Oh shit." He heard Herrington's voice whisper from the crowd as him, his cheating girlfriend, her new stud to ride on, walked in with the Ms. Byers and the Chief Hopper. "The fuck...?" He whispered, hand in front of his face to see if he was high or not, but he saw five fingers even though he felt really weak right now- Fear came to his mind when he saw the third thing of the night that scared him:A shotgun. In the hands of Nancy Wheeler, a rifle in the hands of the Police Chief Hopper who he knew very well did not like him at all. "Well damn." He whispered, already connecting the dots on why Maxine was here- she got in with the locals, must've convinced them he's dangerous, someone better off dead right?
Yeah, that's what she did, isn't it?
"Well, you are a Hargrove, Shitbird." He must still be a little high because he was laughing his ass off, taking steps back until he was on the counter- "Billy?" He heard Max say, but his eyes were mostly focused on three things- Steve Herrington and his nail bat, Nancy Wheeler and her shotgun, and Hopper guy with his rifle, these three were the ones that wanted to kill him too, right? King Steve, he loves Maxine, he'd do anything for her- And the police chief too, he'd help them hide the body, he's with the law, meaning he's a pig. "You really are a Hargrove Max... Well, C'mon, do it fucker." His hand went to his back as he grasped the handle of the knife he got- His only means of protection. "What?" They're distracting him, or trying to lure him in a false sense of security like Neil and Max have done so many times before- They're acting confused to make him question himself: "What do you mean 'What?', You know exactly what! She must've filled you in now, hasn't she? Of course she has, who am i even talkin' about! Maxine Hargrove... Oh, I'm such a monster just like-" He looked in disgust at the thing on the ground, he's not a 100% sure he's not high: "-that thing to you, right Max? Whatever the fuck that even is... What the fuck is that?"
"Uhm, Max?" Nancy whispered to his step-sister as they slowly approached, taking hesitant steps: "But there's a little difference between you and him, y'know... He's not afraid of getting his hands dirty, and you? You get others to do the job for you- well, until a few hours age, right? Imagine my surprise when i saw it was you who drugged me!-" ["What the fuck's he talking about, Max?" The pig whispered to her, looking confused but equally as worried if not even more worried than confused.] "-And even more surprised when you almost hit me with that nail bat- bail nat?" He was definitely still a little high from the drug, because he was talking whatever came to mind, and he couldn't stop: "So, go on with it will you? But oh, tell Ms. Byers I'm sorry for trashing her house and painting it red too, or whatever." He closed his eyes, waiting for the blast on his chest, head, or whatever they wanted to start wth- "The fuck you on Hargrove?"
He blinked, and blinked... "What?" He sounded genuinely confused, his grip on the knife intensified, he couldn't let himself be fooled by these people: "Aren't you like, Maxine's little fuck friends? So, why aren't you shooting yet? Is your aim so bad you can't aim at something not fucking mooving?" He returned to mockery and cursing, his last resorts and very pathetically his only means of "defense" right now. "We aren't gonna shoot you! And besides, my aim's great." Nancy sounded almost... offended? Yeah, something like that, that he even questioned her aiming abilities- she's really a self-centered bitch isn't she? "Kid, we're not gonna shoot you." The police pig sighed as he took a step forward and the only word echoing inside his head at that single gesture was: LIE.
"Lie." The creepy little girl said out loud too, confirming Billy's fear once more- "Fuckin' knew it." He pulled the only weapon he had forward, the knife! "Don't get closer, or I'll stab ya." He might've smiled a little too wide, chuckle echoing through the silent house as he stumbled and tried to stay up at the weakness of his legs that tried to give in, he heard that weird Wheeler kid snort from the side, and he felt it- humiliation, fear, his father laughing at him while he tried to get up from the ground, struggling with his feet as it hurt, a lot. "Afraid." The creepy little girl said: "Hurt." He was almost going to say something, but there was this awkward silence when Ms. Byers got in the room after taking her other son to the rooms, she stared at Billy, at the others with the guns and turned to him with this overly tired voice: "Youmg man, put the knife down..." He almost wanted to, just because she sound like his- "Papa." He froze, eyes turned to look at the same kid, the very same kid, who kept looking at him- "Afraid. Hurt... Papa." He wasn't the only one who was looking at her, it was at that moment it clicked to him.
Maxine told them.
Told them how pathetic he is- She told them how her daddy beats the shit out of her monster of a brother, right? His head burned in anger and shame as he said: "Great Maxine... You broke his only rule, the only rule that could actually hurt you... Now I'm not the only one he's gonna kill, aren't I? Of course, it's me, I'm the one he's gonna kill because his little girl-" the amount of venom on his words were hurtful even to him: "Yeah, his little girl... What're you gonna tell'im? Huh, Maxine?" He took a step forward, feet screaming for him to stop and just lay on thr ground: "That 'It's Billy's fault, he didn't find me!'-" Steve took a few steps forward to get in front of the kids and him, the same did Hopper and Joyce, they could clearly see that he was getting really angry, and he had a knife: "Hey-hey-hey! Hargrove, you're scaring them-"
"GOOD!" His tight hold on the knife intensified as he looked at them all, he coule feel the tears running down his eyes, but he was too frustrated to care now, he'll pretend it's sweat: "Good. They should be- I'm not the one with guns here, and whatever the fuck that thing-" He pointed again at the weird dog with the head open on the ground: "Is- I'm not the one that killed it- you are. Just like my dear little sister almost killed me with a bailt nat- fuck! A nail bat!" He was getting more frustated as words started to get confusing, when he's scared, nervous, angry, or simply really emotional his speech impediment acts. He always had it, it's a tricky one, since he sometimes switches letters in words, says them with the wrong intonation, or sometimes just doesn't say them in words! "See? I should be the one afraid here, Me! The one who's life is constantly played with by this little bitch you all call Max-" His hand with the knife pointed at her, he was panting as his legs were giving in, he just grasped the knife with two hands as an idea popped into his mind...
It was always frightening to think of it, but every day he seems to like the idea more and more- He pulls the knife towards himself, thinking that this time he had enough courage to just do it now and be done with it forever, but he couldn't move his arm, as if someone was holding it. 'I'm too tired for this shit...' He thought before he let go, he shouldn't even be awake right now, he only was because he knew needed to get out of the house before he's killed, but now he's in a house full of crazy people- He's just another one of the crazy ones.
He blinked, and he was in a dark place... Empty, only darkness around him, he felt nothing but this sensation of calm: "Billy?" He turned around, in front of him was that little girl, he felt confused for a moment before he felt this urge to look st her, her hand reached out to him and he took it: "It'll be alright. Not alone." Her words were too gentle, too much to be true, so he didn't even consider them: "Wake up now." He blinked, and he was- On the Byers? It felt like it, he looked around as his eyes eyed everywhere and saw nothing noteworthy of focusing his attention to, so he just got up... feeling fine.
He needed to leave.
He'll take Max too.
-Scene Cut-
Away, far away from Hawkins, Indiana-
A flash of white shone, a gurgled choke echoed in the dark as a silhouette of a man hangs in the air- the light casts a shadow, the silhouette of the hanging man holds in the air perfectly still as a voice says: "I've got what i wanted..." A crack echoes, the head of the hanging silhouette turns 180 degrees, there's a knock on the ground as the white light receeds.
A man was killed.
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