"I think you should pay attention better when I'm speaking, Billy. But just because you're so cute with a knife in your hands, I'll tell ya again. I'm Baby. Don't forget it this time, ok?"
"I won't, I promise", Billy laughed as he mockingly crossed his heart. It wasn't Ginger may was apparently talking about but some other kid. Billy looked aroudn the library but saw no one other than the two women. At first. Just as Billy was turning back to May he saw something flicker out of the corner of his eye. Spinning around, Billy's hand quickly found his knife as his eyes searched for the source of movement.
Just as May was saying something about all this being a dream. Billy had to stop himself from out-right laughing at her. "What are you, crazy? This isn't a dream May. We're really here and we're really screwed". The teenager paused thoughtfully for a moment. "Some of us anyone. The weaker ones", he added with a rougher voice.
Had killing his and Sid's classmates and friends quelled Billy's blood-lust? Not by a long shot. What had once started out as revenege for Billy's broken family had soon become an obsession for the boy. One he couldn't easily give up.
This isn't the time for that, Billy told himself, calming the sudden urges that came upon him. "Mmaybe we should lok for the kid", he off-handedly suggested.