Billy Loomis Novels & Stories

"It's been a long time since we last met. You still have such a sharp tongue, Meanie Lucy. I would've poisoned and robbed her of her ability to speak if it had been someone else." Billy used to be tall and chubby. As a result, people used to tease him and call him a grizzly bear. After he'd lost his weight, he'd become a stunning man who could charm the pants off of countless ladies. Jelly Billy was Lucy's nickname for him. She was the only person who would dare call him that as well. "I appreciate you showing me some mercy, buddy." Billy said, "I ordered you your favorite coffee." "Thanks." Lucy reached out to take the cup, only to have a sharp pain shoot up from her wrist. Her hands trembl

Author’s POV ----------- "Please spare me, why are you doing this to us? We work for your boss" One of Billy's henchmen begged as he saw Liam who had just finished killing his other one. He was tied to the chair and he couldn't move, they were to met him for the new job, but instead, they blacked out and when they woke up, they were tied to the chair and now he had killed one. "My boss is that who you think that monster is? I'm different from you, you guys punish innocent humans, I punish people like you" Liam says, his clothes and body filled with blood.

I could duck around the corner and gather it into a presentable knot before going in. New York City was spectacular. The doorman held the door for me and offered to hail my cab. I waved him off with a smile and headed north, keeping up with the flow of people but taking the time to sight see. The sights, sounds and smells were overwhelming. I loved the energy, and I loved the people. Someone joggled my elbow and I looked over with a smile. My smile froze. Billy leered at me. “Hope. Been a long time,” he said. He had the same rotten tooth at the front of his mouth. He looked better than the last time I saw him, no longer strung out on meth. I tried to wrench my elbow from his grasp.

"Liam, where the fuck are you?" Billy's authoritative voice spoke into his sleeve. "The frogman's dead. They all are. It's rude to drag your feet when you make a deal with a mob boss, Mr. Money Bags. As you can see, I managed to liberate myself. So now, new deal," said JR, sticking a gun into our faces. "What do you want?" Billy deadpanned, the complete opposite of me as I stared down the barrel of the gun.

They became Innkeepers and for those first few years were happy as church mice in a wool sock. Then they lost Julia. Both took it hard, handling it in each their own ways. Billy threw himself into being the best Innkeeper he could and Amelia went on to win State in swimming that year. Eventually, they worked together to rebuild their lives without that big part of them both. Billy is a 41-year-old father. He stands a comfortable 6' tall with a slight pooch from 1 or 2 too many beers occasionally.

Day after day passed, weeks turned into months, and Olivia's life this time felt more comfortable than her previous life. Strange but that's the truth. Day by day the bond between the two of them grew stronger, Liam also never came, and Olivia was even more disappointed when she found out that Liam killed Billy's parents. It made Billy look devastated but Olivia forbade him from returning to Korea. She doesn't want Billy to meet Liam and fight like before. After hearing the news of his parent's death, Billy always cried every night, and Olivia was always with him. Liam's plan to destroy Billy seems to be working but that doesn't make Billy give Olivia up to Liam. He had gotten what he wanted

The swoosh of the tent door draws my attention from my pacing, and I look up to see Billy. He stands in front of me, looking wide-eyed and ready to burst into laughter. Billy takes a step forward with the tray of dinner for Maggie and me. Without a word; he puts it down and turns to walk away. Then he spins around and opens his mouth to say something while I wait anxiously. He thinks better and snaps his mouth shut and makes for the tent flap. “Wait!” I call out to him, regretting it when he turns slowly, looking triumphant. “Yes, milord?” He says, failing to hide the laughter in his voice.

He wore rose-colored sunglasses and his brown hair was gelled. “Yeah yeah yeah, what up. I’m Billy D. and I’m here to play with the lead pussycat,” Billy shouted on the mic. Jodi offered him her hand. He took it and pulled Jodi against him. “Yeah, I wanna go down. Let’s have a showdown,” he said on the mic. Billy and Jodi’s bodies grinded together as the crowd cheered them on. Jodi rubbed her hands from the side of her breasts down to her waist.

"And I ain't got time to fuck around here while you get your rocks off thinkin' about it. We gonna do business, or what?" "Yeah, sure," Billy said. "You got the piece with you?" "It's out in my saddle bags," Moose replied. "What about the stuff you're supposed to have for me?" "It's out in my pickup," Billy said. "Come on." The three of us in the van watched the video monitor and saw Billy and Moose emerge from the club. The started across the parking lot, headed in the direction of the van. "Damn!" Richard said. "The little asshole's making it easy for us. The closer he gets, the better the tape's gonna be."

* * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. Billy has issues, but it looks like he’s Leveling Up in his own way. Who can guess what the plan is?