Billy Hargrove Tried
TW Starcourt mall fire. My bad writing and well. No betas. Good luck.
This was the line between good and evil. Right and wrong. His choices made all the difference. (The ones he could make) This moment where everything hung motionless and where the air was thick with Something heavy. He used to love fireworks.
Billy Hargrove never said he was a good person, but even he had standards. This fugly meat puppet might control his body, but his mind was his own and he refused to lay down and let it happen if he could help it so he waited. This thing was no Neil Hargrove to make him cower against his closet, words raining down on him like an avalanche.
So when the opportunity came to break free he took it. A little girl holding out her hand was what it took to pull him out of the dark and the cold. All he could do to tell her was stare and hope she understood. He didn't want to do this. -He was thankful and hateful at the same time because she woke him up enough for the first cracks in the beasts control to appear. He began a long, futile fight. God he was already tired. It took everything he had not to just let himself sink back into the darkness again. However. Billy just. Never knew when to quit did he?
Later, When he saw the kids in the car infront of the mall he revved his engine , pleading. " Stop me. Move. Do something. Please." To an empty car. So when Nancy Wheeler takes out her gun he thinks. Finally. Someone smart enough to end this before I hurt anyone else.
When his own control started to slip he screamed. The blunt force trauma of the wreck weakening his faint grasp on his own psyche. When he came to again that little girl was face to face with him. Hands on his cheeks. He could see his mother. The beach. A memory he didn't even know he still had. It was seven feet. A flower on his mom's dress. The smell of the ocean. He choked on a sob. Knowing what he had to do. So he smiles a feral thing full of hopelessness and at the same time peace. " Thank you" he tells the little girl. Eleven he knows now. Jane. " Be ready" he warns her. She gave him a gift. The least he could do was make it mean something. He gets up, swallowing back the bile. The fear. They didn't need to see that. He took three steps forward, the beast moved lightning quick. Somehow. Strength flowing through him as he caught the tentacles. He pushes them back just long enough for two others to impale him. Billy didn't scream. He roared. Anger pushing him through the pain. He could atleast give them long enough to- he hit the floor with a grunt. Eyes blurring. He could see red. Max?. Max. " I'm sorry" he smiles. Sad this time. She screams and cries over him but he's too far gone to tell her it's okay. To explain himself. Her friends drag her away and he thinks. I'm scared. But atleast it's dead. Vicious satisfaction was the last thing he felt before the sky fell and he knew nothing but darkness.
