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The wind was blowing harsher than it normally did or maybe it was the anticipation. You felt Billy's lean, slick hand graze up your back as he softly kisses your neck. You pull back a little, causing him to glare at you, but he quickly shakes it off.
He decides to lay his head on your neck, while his hand intertwines with yours. You can feel his gaze, but you decide not to give him the satisfaction. You're scared of him and you know he can sense it. He smells the fear reeking off of you like smoke.
Randy was talking about something, but you weren't listening to him. You were too busy thinking about the man that was breathing down your neck.
"Right Y/n?"
You snap out of your head and look up at Randy, who was looking at you, waiting on you to respond. "Uh, Yeah... Sure." You shiver when feeling Billy's icy breath on your neck; It makes your hair stand.
"So, you think Friday the 13th is better than Nightmare on Elm Street?"
"Sure-"
"You think some Mommy's Boy who comes out when people are fucking is better than a man who kills you in his dreams?"
"Isn't Freddy a Pedophile, though? Isn't that why he was burned?"
Randy rolls his eyes, "It's a horror movie, they're all bad."
"Well, Jason drowned in the lake because the counselors were to busy fucking instead of watching the kids-"
"Oh please, cry me a river. Some kids bully you, so you should go after innocent people?" Randy sits down close to you, causing Billy to push himself against you and look over at Randy, while still leaning on your shoulder.
"Why do you have such a hard on for Freddy?"
Randy turns towards Sidney, shaking his head, "I do not have a hard on. But how can anyone think Jason is better than Freddy?"
"I mean I like the Nightmare on Elm Street movies better than Friday the 13th, but when it comes to the characters as people, I'd prefer Jason." You then bite your lip, "Expect Johnny Depp in the first movie. He looks mmmm.... so good-"
You feel a squeeze on your waist and you straighten up.
"But not as good as you, Billy. No one will ever look as good as you"
You hear a chuckle and a sarcastic laugh. Billy glare tightens on Randy.
"Something funny?"
"No," Randy quickly shakes his head. "Nothing at all."
"Why are you so stressed?"
"I'm not stressed-"
Billy pushes near your scapula and a pop sounds in your ear. You groan, though before you can say anything, Billy slowly engraves his fingers into the knot and slowly rubbing back and forth. He presses down firmly and starts making circle motions with the tips.
"What's got you so worked up?"
"N-n-it's nothing."
He lifts up your hair, kissing your neck, "You seem... scared. Are you scared of me, Baby?"
"Should I be?" You question, not looking at him.
He caresses your cheek, sliding his thumb gently against you. "I would never hurt you."
"I'd like to believe that," You mumble to yourself, but he heard you.
"You think I'd hurt you?" He lets go of you and turns you around, caressing your face, "Why would I do that? Do you think I'm some kind of killer? Because, I'm no killer, Y/n. Maybe... Just maybe, people keep placing things in your mind, making you believe I killed people-"
"No one told me anything." You grab his hand as he glares at you.
"Y/n, I'm not a killer. You're painting me as some villain." He pulls his hand out of your grasp and taps your forehead. "I'm not a villain Y/n."
"Okay."
His brows frown, "Okay? That's all?"
"Yeah." You shrug, "There's nothing else to say. If you say you're not a killer, then I believe you," You walk past him and back to your room as he watches you like a hawk.