Billy Butcher Death Novels & Stories

He spat up blood and went down, buried under the weight of the carcass. "Holy crap!" I threw the meat off him in a panic and hauled him up by the back of his collar like he weighed nothing. Of course, that was the exact moment the old geezer in the next door butcher store, Tom Walker, came strolling by with a group of idlers in tow. They took one look at the scene and completely lost it. "Well, well, Yvonne. Did you buy yourself a man to keep as a decoration?" "That's no husband, that's a pretty doll. Did the pig carcass just kill him? What terrible luck!"

“If it wants her, then it makes sense. You know what Brand was.” Lydia’s eyes widened in realization. “So . . . that’s why we never found his body.” "So are we smashing it or—" Before Butcher could complete his words, a beam of light shot from the object, striking his face to leave behind a charred, steaming hole in it. He collapsed instantly, his lifeless body hitting the floor with a sickening thud. "Butcher!" Gidon screamed, rushing to his side. "You—" A second beam shot through the air, striking Gidon square in the chest. His face froze in shock as his body crumpled to the ground, leaving a gaping, charred hole in its wake.

Baxter asked curiously. “Whose funeral?” I asked, shocked to the bone marrow. “Didn’t you know he died ten months ago?” Baxter asked. My heart was beating hard. “You mean the same Gerald… the biker. The one who…” I was saying. “There is only one Gerald among us, brother,” Baxter cut in. “He died in a road accident. You know how he was always in a haste when he was on his bike. Yes, he died mainly because he over-sped. He was trying to overtake a van and then it went sideways.”

Without thinking about the moment and love they had shared for even a second, she was terrified and ended up reporting him to the hunters in that town. He was later ambushed and murdered, he died with a broken heart. When Jake found out about this, he made sure he laid the girl and the hunters to waste. The leader of the hunters, Billy, known as the "wrath of God", he had slashed his throat and left him in the woods to bleed to death, painfully choking on his own blood.

he added. "And the wife? I know that guy's child was dead. He came to me some days ago with his wife complaining about their daughter's corpse being held by the hospital" "There was no trace of the wife," the cop said. "Why would some people be so unlucky?" James wondered as he wished he could smoke. Billy and Hazel alighted from his car as they walked toward the Sheriff. "Hello," Billy said to the Sheriff who extended his hand for a handshake. "You are here" He patted Billy at his back as they moved to a corner.

I would rather that than face the doctor. “I watched him cut off a man’s leg with a Sawzall,” I said, twisting my face into a demented smile. “I threw up. But I won’t when he does it to you.” Billy took two steps towards me, his voice filled with fury. “Shut up,” he said fiercely. He pulled back his hand to slap me, but the doctor’s soft voice stopped him. “Give her to me,” he said. Billy stopped and looked at me, seeing the terror on my face that I tried to hide. He gave a demented grin.

‎ ‎The sound was like a gunshot, the crack of a neck breaking. ‎ ‎Vance—two hundred pounds of elite muscle, was lifted off his feet and thrown into the side of the car. He slid down the metal door, leaving a streak of red, his eyes staring unseeing at the sky. ‎ ‎Dead. Effortlessly dead. ‎ ‎I couldn't breathe. I couldn't blink. ‎ ‎The Butcher stood over the body, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He turned his head slowly, and his eyes locked onto me through the reinforced glass.

-I swear he has a pulse- Billy says in my head and my eyes widen. -Take him to Dr. Sari now and verify he is actually dead. If there is a chance he isn’t, we have to try everything- Billy slips away with Gregor and no one gives it a second thought, assuming he is just taking his body somewhere for others to pay their respects to later. The moment Billy looks stable, Ginger breaks out into a massive sob and covers her face as Emal stalks her down slowly. He reaches out, removing her hands and staring down at her.

His buddy Billy must have noticed my seething rage because he cut me off way before I could say ‘fuck playing nice to hell’ and really showed Brad just how good of a shot I was. “Let the interrogation rest Frank. You are starting to sound like my wife Joey. All I want is a good drink with old friends and new… and some fucking meat” “Meat you didn’t even season”, the forty-year-old who had been manning the grill like a sentinel said putting the tongs down unceremoniously. “Seasoned not seasoned, no one will tell a difference”, Billy said. “I will”, I said, my mug half empty.

Despite the choking sensation, I laughed coldly, "Kill me if you want. Teresa is dead because of you bastard." He squeezed harder, and I suffocated. Emily tried to stop him, but it was useless. A henchman burst in. "Boss, the coroner confirmed it's Mrs. Stone Sr.'s body." Billy's hands dropped. He sank to the floor, broken. He had his hope ignited only to have it crushed. I got that feeling because I had just gone through it. "The killers were sent by Owen," the henchman added. Owen was Billy's rival, and his gang was powerful.