Billy Butcher Death Novels & Stories

Billy enters the Bar and Grill going towards the back where he sits down at the hidden table. He briefly looked at his watch waiting. He still feels numb with the information he had received from his wife. The mistakes he made now has to be paid by his only child. “Hello,” Drunk Johnny sits down across from him. “Who are you?” Billy was in no mood for conversation. “I could be a friend,” Johnny looked at the man who somehow seemed different today. “You look like a man who heard bad news.” He observed.

In that desperate fight for survival, loyalty and the lives of his allies meant nothing to him. "Billy, you traitor—ahh!" Lucas's curse was cut short as the icy blade ran him through, his blood gushing out. "If I'm going down, you're coming with me!" Xylon, witnessing his brother's brutal end, charged at Billy in a frenzy, determined to stop him from escaping. "Off me..." Billy's protest was silenced as the Alexa Sword pierced them both, its savage energy tearing through them mercilessly. Too weak to fight back, they were slain in an instant.

My bag tumbled from my grasp, hitting the floor as I sank to my knees. I felt a figure hovering around me and looked up to see Billy, a cold grin spreading on his face as he pulled me closer. His garlic breath caused me to cough. “I’m sorry our deal had to end this way, but you should have given us what you owed us.” “Fuck you,” I spat on his face. “You better run because you will regret this night. I will kill you!” “How about you die first?” He snarled, punching me in the face and causing me stumble to the ground.

If it were Dante in the room, he wouldn't have dared to interrupt. "Billy, our Boss's car met with an accident near the intersection. Someone tried to kill the Boss with a truck" the hunchman shared with anger and worry. Billy instantly turned angry. "Who would dare to lay their hands on our boss, that too on our land. Lets go settle their account" Billy replied angrily. He turned to leave, but stopped abruptly. He forgot that Augustin is their Boss now. "Ahh, My apologies Mr. Montana. Can we go?" Billy requested for Augustin's permission.

Only his demolished four wheeler. He flipped another page. And another. More and more names he recognized. Mr. Drake, the farmer who’d unfortunately flipped his tractor onto himself trying to free it from mud in one of his fields. Sam Perkins, a hunter who’d disappeared in the woods one winter. Eddie Bannister, a two-bit high school dropout who’d been killed, most believed, by his partner in crime Derek Barton (who’d since fled to parts unknown) in a botched robbery at Handy’s Pawn and Thrift. Bud Hartley, local simpleton but gentle giant, who’d died of complications in Clifton Memorial Hospital after a pile of burning garbage at the landfill fell on him. Lizzy Tillman, who’d died when the N

“I need to know… Was that you? Was that your revenge?!” Grey huffed out a laugh. “Revenge? Why the fuck would I mess with your case after I proved my innocence?” “Because I know who you are!” Moore snarled. “And I know what you're capable of! You could have easily done it!” Grey frowned. “Done…what?” “Kill Charlie Butler!” Moore threw up his hands in frustration. Lanzo inched toward him. “Charlie Butler is dead?” “You didn't know?” Moore looked at Grey before drawing a shaky breath. “Charlie Butler was found dead this morning. He was stabbed in his cell.”

I didn’t want him to think I was uncomfortable because of the revelation. “If that didn’t shock you, this will. Ash is over three hundred years old.” My eyes widened, but I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have anything to say to that. Ash was really old…with such great skin! He went on, “Billy died a rebel fighting in a number of the numerous civil wars America had, and Joe was a soldier in the First World War, he was a doctor too.” He laughed at our shocked expressions. “You are all dating people old enough to be your tenth great-grandfathers.

Benjamin asked from behind me. "I think-" I started out and had to swallow a few times before I could say what I was thinking. "I think Billy killed them, then himself." "What do you mean?" he asked in disbelief. "The day this all went down I called my cousin and all I could hear was the screaming and then he whispered something about soul eaters," I told him. "I didn't remember that until just now." "Your cousin was attacked by these soul eaters?" Benjamin asked. "No," I said shaking my head. "I think they became sick and before he could turn, he shot them all including himself."

"This… This can't be right. What's going on?" She stumbled backward before suddenly snapping back to reality. Then, she grabbed my arm and demanded, "Then, who was Marvin operating on? Who died?" I pulled my arm free and shrugged innocently. "How would I know? I only came back to pick up the stuffed toy my son left behind. By the time I got here, I heard you'd already wheeled someone into surgery. How am I supposed to know who died?" Grace and the hospital director grew paler with every word that fell from my lips. After all, they understood the situation better than anyone.

And I did not make a mistake there because when I tried to look up the grim reaper I was waiting for was in front of me and holding a gleaming but burning sword. "Ralph Recto, son of Luisito Recto. As one of the angels of death. I am putting you to death today. Get lost." At the same time, Saint said that was the gesture of his sword splitting into Ralph's body that traced the shock in his eyes. Even I was shocked, unable to speak and fear completely invaded my whole being. My lips parted in pity when I slowly saw Ralph's body burning in front of me until it turned to ashes and vanished in the blink of an eye.