Evil Bill: The Return (standard:horror, 3180 words) [2/4] show all parts
Author: The Dark Master	Added: Nov 09 2000	Views/Reads: 2977/2135	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The blood-thirsty spirit of Evil Bill returns to the dreary Earth in the second part of the series.

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seconds flat, He flattened the bus like a pancake and hammered a hole 
in the wall. Bill lifted the bus into His crusher and activated the 
gears of death. The bus and its contents were turned into a cube of 
broken glass, mangled steel, and mutilated flesh. Bill had a strange 
feeling and quickly learned that His hopper was completely full. He 
needed a place to deposit His waste: and He found one. Not the city 
dump, not in a ravine, not inside a vacated house, but in the river 
that flowed through town. As He "blew his load," the water was stained 
red with the carcasses of all His victims. Bill then realized that He'd 
been getting off track. The citizens were not yet vanquished. Bill then 
focused His attention on the Elementary school down the street. If He 
killed all of the children, the damage inflicted upon the town would be 
much greater. Bill slowly crawled towards the school, its inhabitants 
unbeknownst of what was going to happen next... Mrs. Lempine was about 
to start class after their activity time was completed. Suddenly, a 
gray missile flew through the side wall, crushing 3 little kids. Mrs. 
Lempine screamed as the huge tires flattened her son, little Timmy. 
Evil Bill was filled with ecstasy as the helpless mortals screamed and 
shouted. "Timmy!" Mrs. Lempine shouted, "How can this happen? 
NOOOOOOO!" As a last resort, she broke the fire window, grabbed an ax, 
went up to the truck, and broke it's windows. To Bill, she was only a 
gnat. He grabbed Mrs. Lempine with his claw and smashed her body 
against the ceiling and floor. Suddenly, as she hit the floor for a 
final time, her spine shot out of the back of her neck and landed on 
the floor in a pile of vertebrae, nerve tissue, and blood.  He then 
proceeded to dismember all of the young'uns.  They screamed in anguish 
as their limbs were brutally torn from their bodies.  Blood spurted 
from the childrens' gaping wounds.  Lifeless limbs and fresh carcasses 
now littered the classroom's floor from 23 formerly living kindergarten 
students.  Bill now picked up the childrens' corpses and severed limbs 
with His claw and deposited them into His cavernous hold.  He then 
realized that Mrs. Lempine's class really didn't take up much space 
inside of Him; He could put two more class loads into Him before He 
would need to compact again! Only a few minutes later, He had disposed 
of the students and the faculty of Happy Valley Elementary School. 
Technically, 16 staff members and 89 students covering 6 grades. There 
was also a Middle/High School in town, but little kids were much 
easier, and fun, to kill. Instead of sitting in classrooms and learning 
their ABCs, they now resided in Bill's hold, "learning" about the 
process of decomposition. Bill now felt that He was full, so He 
activated himself a second time.  His crusher arm came down with a 
vengeance, causing His hold's inhabitants to become totally 
unrecognizable. By this time, the town had started organizing a militia 
composed of cops, angry parents, businessmen and women, and of course, 
disgruntled postal workers. The newly formed militia, armed with 
pitchforks, lit torches, various kinds of cutlery, compound bows, 
Molotov cocktails, and automatic weapons (provided by the postal 
workers), began searching for Bill.  They found Him near the school, 
picking apart some fresh "roadkill" with his claw, a little first 
grader who had been repeatedly run over by him.  This caused the 
already present rage in the angry mob to reach new heights.  They 
attacked. Arrows, bullets, kitchen knives, Molotov cocktails, and other 
assorted objects arced towards Bill.  Although the Molotov cocktails 
caused certain parts of His menacing hulk to catch fire, Bill thought 
of a quick solution to the problem, and He extinguished the flames with 
the blood of His previous victims.  All of a sudden, an arrow pierced 
His fuel line.  He roared in pain as diesel fumes shot out of His 
exhaust pipe. The angry mob saw that their window of opportunity was 
open and tossed a lit match into the growing trail of gasoline.  The 
flames leapt from the match to the highly inflammable liquid on the 
ground. A trail of flame ran towards Bill, and it hit the fuel line. 
Suddenly, the back of the garbage truck exploded, flying shrapnel and 
body parts everywhere. The flames engulfed Bill and there was no 
escape. Without warning, the fire leapt into the other half of the fuel 
line. Bill's engine exploded, and the whole truck was blown 20 feet 
into the air as the neighborhood was lit by the towering inferno. The 
mob of angry villagers was completely crazy after defeating the garbage 
truck from hell. As they danced and rejoiced, Bill was sneaking up 
behind them in His brand new form. Keith Brando, the mob member in the 
rear, felt something was sneaking up on him from behind, and turned 
around. All that he saw was a lowly wood chipper on a lawn across the 
street. He looked straight ahead, but this time heard a noise. Keith 
turned around, but only the wood chipper was actually there. However, 
it was now in the gutter, not on the lawn. He was puzzled, but had a 
feeling that someone was tricking him. Keith once again turned around 
after another rumble. "Now see here!" he yelled as he turned around, 
"Don't play these games with me you..." He paused. The wood chipper was 
right in front of him. Suddenly, it moved closer. Keith knew it was a 
joke and ignored it. After a couple of minutes, he turned around to see 
if the pranksters had left. The chipper was touching his leg. Suddenly, 
it turned on. Keith's tie was caught in the blades and he could not 
break free. He screamed for help from the mob, but they were too happy 
after their victory. Keith screamed as his arms were sucked in and 
shredded into a blood flavored slushee. The rest of his body was 
brutally shoved into the intake, mutilated, and placed in the rear 
hold. Evil Bill was still alive, and was once again a shredding device. 
Bill knew that there was only one way that He'd be able to take care of 
the angry mob at once: a reverse quantum singularity!  Summoning His 
powers from the depths of hell, He ripped a large hole in the very 
fabric of space and time.  Gateways to different alternate dimensions 
opened and closed at will, exchanging galactic matter freely. The 
members of the angry mob were totally unaware of Bill's 
activities...until the music began. Music, seemingly from nowhere, now 
filled the ears of the angry mob's members.  Suddenly, flying monkeys, 
propelled by the very essence of hell, rocketed out of the reverse 
quantum singularity, a.k.a. Bill's exhaust pipe, a.k.a. His asshole, 
with the power of small fighter jets. As the crowd screamed in fear, 
Bill's simian cohorts threw the townsfolk into His awaiting maw.  
Person after person was shredded in a hail of blood and bone fragments. 
At that moment, the postal workers decided as a group that they should 
join Bill in his quest. Now all 16 of the armed postmen were also 
throwing people into Bill's opening. Meanwhile, the flying monkeys 
which continued to shoot out of His ass spread outward like a malignant 
tumor, raping, burning and pillaging as they went. Bill reveled in this 
wanton terror and destruction. But Bill wanted more... A darkness fell 
across the land as Bill generated a black hole, maintained by the very 
dark force that powered the superheated furnaces of his motherland -- 
Hell. The ground trembled as it was ripped apart by tremendous tidal 
forces the likes of which had never been seen on earth. The air around 
Bill was sucked into the black hole so quickly, the molecules achieved 
hypersonic velocity. Plants, animals, people, cars, houses, businesses, 
street lights, and not even light itself could escape as everything was 
crushed into a singularity of huge mass but zero volume. When Bill was 
done he sat in the middle of a huge smoldering pit 800m in diameter. 
His flying monkeys were still circling above and the postmen sifting 
through the rubble of what was left of the downtown area. Bill had 
protected the workers with his dark powers so they could continue to do 
his dark bidding. Now that they had destroyed a rather large part of 
the school's surrounding area (as well as an entire mob), it was time 
for more of what Bill considered "fun."  Finally, flying monkeys ceased 
to be emitted from Bill's exhaust; there was now a whole, hungry pack 
of them!  A swarm of bloodthirsty flying monkeys, so thick that their 
massed bodies blocked out the sun's rays, began tearing apart the rest 
of the town.  Whatever survivors there were, the vicious monkeys 
brutally dismembered them, and screeching in triumph, flew the limbs 
back to Bill.  When the fresh limbs arrived, the postal workers 
shoveled them into Bill's "mouth."  Bill readily accepted these "gifts" 
and turned them into a chunky red spray, with the consistency of 
well... Prego Extra Chunky tomato sauce. Soon, the only sounds that 
could be heard was the hellish roaring of Bill's motor, the grunting of 
the postal workers as they shoveled the seemingly never ending supply 
of human limbs into Bill, and the screeching of the flying monkeys as 
they devilishly picked apart the freshly-slain corpses of the town's 
inhabitants.  Bill, now using his psionic powers to scan the airwaves 
for distress calls, and managed to pick up one. "Yes, we understand 
your situation," said a gruff, military-sounding voice. "Well, what're 
you gonna do about it," said a man frightfully. "We're gonna do the 
only thing we can; order a tactical nuclear strike," came the reply. 
"You can't do... argghh!"  His words suddenly turned into a mad 
gurgling as his larynx was ripped from his neck.  A flying monkey was 
the culprit.  As blood pumped from the gaping wound in his neck, the 
flying monkey now shoved his small hand into the pulsating wound.  The 
man's gurgling became even more intense as the little worker of hell 
snaked his hand down the man's throat and into his lungs. The monkey 
then started scooping rather large chunks of lung tissue from the man's 
chest. His mouth flopped open as he attempted to breathe with his 
ravaged lungs but instead, his lifeblood poured out of his mouth, 
carrying with it little chunks of lung.  With the last vestiges of 
strength, the man picked up a long, sharp metal rod that he used to 
impale the little demon.  It screamed in pain as its stomach, small 
intestines, and liver were punctured in one fell swoop.  It was the 
dying man's turn to smile as fresh bile and gastric juices issued from 
the monkey's hole in its belly.  The little monkey screamed in pain as 
it futily attempted to remove the rod.  With the monkey shrieking in 
agony, the man managed to pick up a metal baseball bat that had been 
lying near him; he swung at the monkey's head.  The metal bat impacted 
the little worker of hell's head with such force, that the monkey's 
brain was actually ejected out of the other side of his small, simian 
skull!  Finally the man then quickly passed away. Bill now knew that he 
could stop his work because in only a matter of a few minutes, the town 
of Happy Valley would be engulfed within a raging nuclear inferno.  
Now... it was time to return to the motherland.  Bill now summoning his 
dark powers, generated yet another quantum singularity.  The postal 
workers and the flying monkeys were no longer safe, as Bill had 
released his telekinetic grasp (which had protected them from the 
powers of the original singularity) on them.  They were now hurled into 
oblivion just as Bill would in a few seconds.  As Bill watched as his 
surroundings rapidly being sucked into the swirling vortex, he said his 
farewells to the mortal world again as he too was sucked into the black 
hole. He returned to hell just in time to witness the extensive nuclear 
blast that leveled the city and all the rural areas around it. Happy 
Valley was engulfed in a huge fireball that lit up the entire county 
and spread radiation towards the surrounding cities and communities. 
Back in hell, Bill was content with his job well done. With his flying 
monkeys and postal workers at his side for all eternity, he knew that 
he would be invincible. The Council brought him forth to do once again 
their bidding. However, he declined their offer. Bill wanted for once 
to kill on his own. With that, Bill walked out of the hall and back to 
his lair. As this chapter in his life closed, he triumphantly yelled, 
"Everybody dead... I like that!" 

Official Evil Bill "Shit List" Kills as Shovel * Dr. Pyotr Kills as
Garbage Truck * Garbage Truck Drivers (2) * Jimmy Manson * Mr. Manson * 
Mrs. Manson * Police officers (5) * Manson Family Dog, Max * 32 Hostile 
Japanese Tourists * Mrs. Lempine * Tim Lempine * 16 Elementary School 
Staff Members * 89 K-6 Students Kills as Wood Chipper * 314 Angry Mob 
Members * 570 people in 800m crater * Man on phone * 1,906 total killed 
by monkeys before quantum singularity * 28,359 killed by final quantum 
singularity * 13,811 killed by fallout from nuclear blast TOTAL KILLS: 
45,111 


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