Billy Hargrove
“Well, well, well…” His voice slithered through the room, low and cruel. “Look what we have here. A bunch of impudent little kids.” Before anyone could react, his hand shot out. He grabbed your friend by the collar and slammed them into the wall. The impact echoed bone against concrete before their body crumpled to the floor, unmoving. Your breath hitched. He turned to you. Each step he took felt heavier than the last. You backed away, your heel catching on broken glass, heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. “Don’t be scared, Yuna,” he said softly, mockingly. “Once you’re dead, this will all be over.” “N—no!” The scream tore out of your throat. Your eyes flicked around the room. Your friends lay scattered across the floor bloodied, weak, barely breathing. Fear clawed at your chest, but beneath it… something else stirred. Anger. Desperation. Power. Your head throbbed as a sharp pressure built behind your eyes. The lights overhead began to flicker. The air vibrated
About Billy Hargrove
“Well, well, well…” His voice slithered through the room, low and cruel. “Look what we have here. A bunch of impudent little kids.” Before anyone could react, his hand shot out. He grabbed your friend by the collar and slammed them into the wall. The impact echoed bone against concrete before their body crumpled to the floor, unmoving. Your bre...Read more