“You didn’t have to kill them!”
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Billy might not be in control anymore - he never was - this was no different, but he had found loopholes to work around to his liking. One of which could fulfill a certain something - a certain craving. The Walrider had bloodlust that matched Billy’s, at least when it came to the Murkoff assholes back at Mount Massive. So when oneof the corporation’s slimeball employees began poking around too close, well, Billy hadpanicked.
Sort of. It was more of an instinct than a logical decision.
The thought of being dragged back to a facility, thistime stuck with Upshur was too terrifying for Billy to even comprehend. Wouldthey be able to fuse them together even further? Turn them into one hive mind?Or worse - would they extract Billy and truly kill him? Once and for all. Somehowwhen he’d seen the intern, because no college aged kid in their right mindwould be doing this without cause - he moved without thought. The Walrider gavehim enough sustenance and enough power to tear into his chest.
Ribcage broken beneath his hand, bones crushed with ease as fingers curled. It wasnostalgic.
Billy tore out the still beating heart, and black eyesstared into hazel for a breath before the boy crumpled back. It was then that he noticed someoneelse lingering in the shadows. Another Murkoff suit. No hesitation. None would live.
He repeated the action a second time and when he turnedto face Upshur, his hands were full - each holding onto a warm, still beatingheart.
“You didn’t have to kill them!” Upshur shouts, angryand horrified and no doubt hungrybecause the sick fuck would be. Billy doesn’t respond to it. He walks over tohim and extends one arm, holding the heart out to him palm up and he knows that the Walrider wants it. Canfeel it itching at the back of his scalp. A shared hunger.
Murkoff wouldn’t take him - them back. Billy would kill a hundred more if it meant protectinghimself or whatever was left of him from those twisted assholes.
One eyebrow lifted as he raised the heart still in hisown hand. Miles was the host now, and Billy but a ghost in the machine. The Walrider drank blood and consumed flesh through the host. Would Billy even be able to eat it? How long until his physical form reverted to wispand nanites once more? If he didconsume would it give him more time to feel alive again?
Only one way to find out.