Billy Butcher Death Novels & Stories

William said and Billy's steps stopped, right in front of two beautifully decorated graves, grass growing lushly on it and the flowers looked very fresh as if they were replaced every day. "Whose grave are these?" William said, his face looked confused when he saw two tombstones that said Sonya and Erick. "My wife and son," Billy said, and how surprised William was because, during the time he had known Billy, he had never heard their names before. "What? What do you mean?" William said. "The fire took them both from me, if I had come home earlier that night, maybe there wouldn't only be two graves here, but three," Billy said.

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.

The family stood, separated by glass, staring into the interrogation room. Inside, the Butcher was yelling Dad’s name. Once they granted Dad permission to step in, the Butcher beamed. “Jerry, eight years ago, your relentless pursuit drove my brother and your son to their deaths. Now, I want you to know what it feels like to lose everything.” “You!” “Oh, don’t get worked up, Jerry. Want to know how your daughter died? I confessed to everything. The video’s on my phone. You’ll want to see it.”

He could actually kill me and lie to Father and Mother that I died in the woods or something. I inched closer to Phylis and whispered my plan into his ear “What are you guys discussing?” the man asked. Phylis walked towards the pile of weapons, picking a knife. He had understood my plan. One by one everyone picked a weapon of choice. I picked up a unique-looking dagger and waited with the others. It's either Uncle or me. One of us will die. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my lower back. Phylis had inserted his knife into my back. I tried to turn around but his words halted my movements.

he firmly said. “Did you find something?” I leaned my head on his side. “Engr. Murray died due to exsanguination. He lost a lot of blood. Beatrice’s neck snapped. Someone twisted her head in the cafeteria but no finger prints were detected. Also the CCTV cameras at the cafeteria was suspisciously turned off, every single of them,” Grip informed.

Grandpa retorted. Grandma looked squarely at him, the fork in her hands dropping into the plate. "Are you forgetting that your own friend died here? He came to celebrate your life and then lost his own. Look, I get that you're sad, and that's only expected. You were hurt, and this might hurt to hear, but at least you're alive. Billy would have loved to be in your shoes and not buried in the woods." Grandpa kept quiet and continued eating his meal. As you would expect, everyone was still quite shaken after what happened on Grandpa's birthday. Every sound I heard made me jump. Even now, I was terrified because we didn't know what he was going to do next.

Yes sir" he said and walked away from the office. Billy has been one of the trusted ally of the director general of the school for a very long time right from the time he was in the junior blocks. He was part of the team that did the arrangements of the Killing of the last prefect members. Although he was not influencial in the school, he has great networks round the whole school and the chairman. Most students never knows the crazy ability of Billy and so they underestimate him. Many people who have underestimated him had either been killed or expelled from the school for one crazy reason. As he walked down to his class to do his last exam, he smiled to himself as he thought of something. T

“What you just did?! You really are a stupid backstabbing whore! Did you think you won? Did you think that after killing her I’m not going to do the same thing to you? Well, you’d better run and hide because I’m coming after you and I’m going to kill you! Did you hear me?! I will crush you, you little bitch!” Hearing that conversation, Billy's heart stopped for a second. He had just confessed to killing... Stephie?! Billy shook his head to push the bad thoughts away. No, he definitely was talking about someone else. She was still alive… Billy could feel it in his bones. With a ferocious expression in his eyes, he waited for the right moment to be able to climb over the fence and enter the ho