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Evil Bill: The Return (standard:horror, 3180 words) [2/4] show all parts
Author: The Dark MasterAdded: Nov 09 2000Views/Reads: 3177/2259Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The blood-thirsty spirit of Evil Bill returns to the dreary Earth in the second part of the series.
 



Evil Bill: The Return 

After Bill returned to hell, His "employer" was very pleased with the
work that He had done. He promised Bill that he would be "employed" 
again when they needed Him. About 1 year later, Bill was called to the 
Council of Hell. Police and citizens of Happy Valley, California had 
been stopping crime totally. The Council told Bill to eliminate every 
city member. Thus, Evil Bill was once again manifested... as a shovel! 
He then began his mission. It was dawn, and Dr. Pyotr stepped out of 
his car to walk to his office. He felt a dark presence enshroud the 
area, and a cool breeze crossed his path. "This is weird. I think I 
better get inside," the doctor said as he quickly walked to his office. 
"Ha-Ha! You will be my first victim!" a devilish voice said. Suddenly a 
shovel came out of nowhere. It hit Pyotr with the point so hard, that 
it took off a piece of his skull. Blood, flesh and gray matter flew 
everywhere, as Pyotr screamed in agony. To make sure he was dead, Bill 
slammed into Pyotr's head face on, caving his skull in and painting the 
ground red with blood and pieces of brain.  This gave the phrase "red 
asphalt" a whole new meaning. Bill wandered the streets, looking for 
His next victim. Suddenly, a garbage truck veered around the corner and 
plowed into Bill. Getting out, the crew saw it was just a shovel and 
threw it into the back of the truck. Suddenly, a force lifted them into 
the air and shoved them into the back of the truck. As the truck began 
compacting, the men's screams were drowned out by the machinery. Those 
very screams were abruptly cut off as their bones and organs were 
crushed to a pulp. Their remains were then placed into the hopper with 
the other garbage, the first in a long line of victims. As the 
compactor doors returned to their ready position, it revealed the blood 
stained interior still coated with a thick, chunky paste of flesh and 
bone; pieces of shredded uniforms could also be seen. Evil Bill was now 
in His most lethal form -- a motorized vehicle. Specifically, a vehicle 
with crushing capabilities.  This reminded Him of the good old days 
when He was the Kitchen Aid trash (and later people) compactor. Bill 
revved His diesel engine, feeling the raw power course through Himself. 
 This morning's trash pickup sure wasn't going to be ordinary!  He 
spied the nearest house to Him, turned Himself towards it, and began 
His bloodthirsty rampage. The Manson family was just sitting down to 
breakfast when an enormous smoke-belching monstrosity burst through 
their front window, crushing the Manson's infant son, Jimmy, in the 
process. "I hope you have insurance for that!" Bill said as He lounged 
in the living room. Bill used His grabber claw to "take out the trash". 
 He then proceeded to grab Mr. Manson about the waist and squeeze him 
like a gummy bear. His metallic claw squeezed Mr. Manson until he was 
cut into two pieces. His guts spilled out onto the floor like a pile of 
spaghetti. He screamed in pain, then as Bill brought his claw down on 
to Mr. Manson's head, smashing it open like an overripe melon. His 
brains and cerebrospinal fluids coated the floor as Mr. Manson flopped 
around like a landed fish, his neural system going crazy as it was 
given an impromptu frontal lobotomy. Bill then turned His attentions to 
Mrs. Manson; He used His psionic powers to place her partially into His 
compactor.  He then activated his compactor, crushing her lower body. 
As the gears of death creaked and groaned, Mrs. Manson's screams were 
droned out by the racket. As He opened his compactor, He revealed a 
grisly scene of carnage, and a bleeding stump with hanging flesh and 
organs. He then dropped her and left her to die. As He pulled out of 
the Manson house, He crushed the family dog, Max, leaving a crushed bag 
of bones and mush.  He also gingerly picked up the lifeless corpse of 
little Jimmy and tossed it into the bowels of the vehicle. He then 
realized that the police had arrived. Gunning His engine He plowed into 
arriving police cars, leaving five dead officers and three totaled cars 
in his wake. He even took the time to add them to His "shit list." But 
His thirst for blood wasn't yet quenched!  He needed to liquidate all 
human life in the town.  To accomplish this, He went for a "joy ride" 
through the center of town. He saw a busload of Japanese tourists, 
armed with cameras and camcorders exit their bus.  He was gonna give 
'em the good old-fashioned American welcome!  Bill revved His engine 
and plowed through the group, their bones snapping like toothpicks 
under His massive tires. He then proceeded to open the bus's top up 
like a sardine tin. One by one, Bill placed the tourists' mangled 
carcasses inside the bus and sealed it up. Time to finish 'em off. Bill 
drove Himself around town, carrying the bus with His immense claws. As 
He rounded a corner, He saw what he needed -- a brick wall. Bill placed 
the flesh-filled bus against the wall and backed up about 500 ft. As He 
revved his engine for the destruction derby, He supercharged it with 
the very fire of hell from which He came. Accelerating to 120mph in 2 


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