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!"

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.”

Now, The Butcher stood there, staring at the shattered goods strewn across the floor, his face twitching violently. He had invested all his life savings into those goods, and they were now all destroyed! "Who's stupid enough to wreck my place?" Louis, still boiling with rage and with numbers on his side, didn't take him seriously at all. "Get lost! We're the Jorleton Castilles! We're only here to kill Darryl Bishop today. If you don't want to die, then scram!" "The Castilles?" the Butcher snarled. "I don't care who you are. You ruin my livelihood, I take your life!"

Liam says. “Then what should we do? what if Olivia chooses to stay with Billy?” Will said. “No! She's mine, I'll take her back from Billy!” Liam said. But elsewhere, the doctor came to execute a small operation to remove the bullet from inside Billy's stomach. Luckily the bullet didn't go too deep and didn't hit any other organs. "Hey, don't cry, I'm fine," Billy said. "Why don't you fight?" she said. "He wants me to die, you want me to die too, so why should I fight him?" Billy said.

I wondered He turns back to the cashier. I was motioned to the second cue. The lady checked my stuff and then calculated it. The next thing I know, she went back to the other side where the older lady of earlier was standing with her husband. She told them something and came back to her seat. I was confused about the whole drama. What are they whispering about? " how much is my bill!" I asked while I bring out my debit card from my purse. She smiled at me "It's in the house "

“Billy.” He gave her an awkward hug. “Glad you could make it.” He glanced over at Brandt. “Luke. Good to see you.” Both she and Brandt froze. Billy wasn’t aware he’d made a misstep. “Luke died about two years ago, remember? This is Luke’s brother, Brandt McKay. Brandt, this is Billy Reynolds.” They shook hands. “Sorry about that,” Billy said. “Sometimes I think I’ve landed on my head too many times and my memory is goin’.”

“My mother died in an accident and they—“ “Do you know the cause of the accident? Someone caused trouble in your mother’s car, the brakes failed and the car went into a ravine, the accident was never investigated for what caused it, and Evan never came to his wife’s grave, have you ever seen flowers there? I don’t think so, did you just find out about all this? Evan did that because your mother caught him making out with my wife in his office, and do you know why my wife and son died?” Billy said, William who was shocked to hear that almost couldn’t answer him. “Fire…” William said in a low voice.

He remained silent "It is me Billy!.. your pal! Remember?! The man who killed your brother and whom you then slit his throat and left to choke to death on his own blood!!" "Ring a bell?!" Billy laughed menacingly "You are supposed to be dead.." "I know right!! But I am not!" Billy exclaimed excitedly "Well....? Aren't you going to ask me how I survived your brutality?!" Honestly, Jake was curious. But he didn't want me give him the pleasure. Billy laughed menacingly "I know you are curious.. but not to worry, you'll find out soon enough." "I may not know how you survived, but I promise to kill you all over again, and again and again...soon enough" Jake said in a cold pissed off tone.

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.

‎ ‎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.