What the [ Bang. ] fuck [ Bang. ] do you mean [ Bang. ] a few times over?
[ Bang. Billy's shoulder hits the door again and there's not even a rattle. It's probably easy to register that Billy's anger is rising, because V's right, doors usually lock from the in-fucking-side. It makes him feel caged in, stomach twisting, and the skin around his scars feel tight. For the first time since waking up, he notices them, hand slipping under his shirt to run across the skin.
He never would have survived it. But whatever's put him here put him back together as best it could. V kept talking and Billy had stopped paying attention, but he tries to catch back up, hand dropping from under his shirt. ]
You got shot in the head but cancer got you? Christ.
[ How'd he go? ] Got my stomach ripped out in a fucking mall, by a — big monster made out of meat and people and — Heather. Shit. [ He'd been the first, then came Heather, but she got melted down into oily fetid monster, while Billy's body got to stay whole and throw his step-sister into a wall. Fuck. The more he thinks about it, the more his skin crawls, something a little too hot in his chest, threatening to bubble up. Threat of a 'curse' would come to mind if he wasn't just feeling angry. ]
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[ Bang. Billy's shoulder hits the door again and there's not even a rattle. It's probably easy to register that Billy's anger is rising, because V's right, doors usually lock from the in-fucking-side. It makes him feel caged in, stomach twisting, and the skin around his scars feel tight. For the first time since waking up, he notices them, hand slipping under his shirt to run across the skin.
He never would have survived it. But whatever's put him here put him back together as best it could. V kept talking and Billy had stopped paying attention, but he tries to catch back up, hand dropping from under his shirt. ]
You got shot in the head but cancer got you? Christ.
[ How'd he go? ] Got my stomach ripped out in a fucking mall, by a — big monster made out of meat and people and — Heather. Shit. [ He'd been the first, then came Heather, but she got melted down into oily fetid monster, while Billy's body got to stay whole and throw his step-sister into a wall. Fuck. The more he thinks about it, the more his skin crawls, something a little too hot in his chest, threatening to bubble up. Threat of a 'curse' would come to mind if he wasn't just feeling angry. ]