Billy and the Boss - Whispering Darkness

 Mr. Murderretti’s voice sank deep into his being and ran across Billy’s upper body like a hot caressing wind. Billy’s beast was rolled around under his words. Even as Mr. Murderretti’s hot massive hands moved down his flesh he felt them sink into his beast. “We’re gonna have some fun today Billy.” Joe Murder said. “You’re gonna take your time and take this fucker apart aren’t you Billy?” the Boss whispered darkly in his ear. “Beat him into a paste. Twist him into knots. Crush him under your feet.” Joe Murder’s dark voice said eagerly. “Teach these encroaching fuckers a lesson, teach them all a lesson won’t you Billy?” the Boss words were both a question and command. The words sank deep into him and he welcomed them. “Yes Boss.” Billy said. Joe Murder chuckled as his hard-thick calloused hands ran across Billy’s chest.  Billy head had turned just enough that he could see the Boss out of the corner of his eyes. 

The Boss started speaking again, but they were not words Billy’s ears could understand, but his beast understood. A old language of Whispers of Darkness and Destruction left Joe Murder’s mouth like a glowing blue-black sinuous trail of smoke. Those trail of Darkness and Destruction dived into Billy’s ear and down into his soul. He could feel it crawling under his skin, Billy opened himself freely and the Joe Murders words dove into his beast. Billy eyes contracted to a pin prick and Joe Murder’s opened wide as if he saw the universe. Billy’s consciousness did not register the Boss’s eye glowing electric blue, nor did he realize his own now glowed in a similar manner. 

The whispered words of Darkness and Destruction flowed into Billy’s beast and it transformed. Joe Murder was also known in a small circle of important powerful men as the Monster Maker. Billy’s beast willingly pulled in the darkness and it became a Monster, a willing Engine of Destruction. Not some unthinking beast, or some ravaging terror.  Joe Murder only gave this dark gift to those Doomtroopers who were highly intelligent, ruthless, and relentless. He did not make unthinking puppets or automaton, these men eagerly and willing accepted this transformation. Puppets were for weak foolish men. 

Joe Murder continued to whisper darkness into Billy, “Drink it down my boy, drink it all down.” And Billy did.