Darkness Rising

::cough:: ::cough::

Is this thing on? Hope so ...

Ace ... Jem ... if you're still out there ... well it's getting pretty bad. I fucked up my friends ::laughs:: I fucked up so badly. You see Billy can't count.

::wild laughter::

I was counting from when I got the Princess's email and I should have been counting from my birthday! ::soft sigh ... that was a great call my Lady:: As of today that's thirteen days ...

::giggles::

Isn't that funny?

Not too bad for a first timer! Not too shabby for a former slut!!!

::He glares at nothing, there's no one to challenge him::

Billy limps over and stares at a picture of the three of them in Tijuana, taken from a time they never speak of. A forty-five hangs from his right hand, a tattered picture of the Princess in his left. He's dressed in his ceremonial death gi, now a worn, ragged thing. A bright red bandanna tied tightly across his head, "Pet Forever" scrawled across the front of it with a sharpie.

Soft shuffling, low moaning can be heard approaching from the hallway. Pounding and banging starts against the door, which begins to crack and splinter. Billy has piled various flotsam from the room against it to brace it. A sound like a pencil against paper can be heard.

Is that you zombie Paxton you fat fuck???!!!

::gunshots::

I love shooting through walls. ::good times ... good times::

Billy crosses the room, sits against the wall opposite the door and reloads the forty-five muttering, "getting low on ammo ..." Places the gun on the floor next to him and lights a cig. Stares at the picture of MsGrace ...

Ace, jem ... I'm running out of time here. You know, perv that I am, that I stole only one pair of panties in my entire life? It was in college. She was a cute girl. Probably still is. It's hard not to be cute when you're nineteen. Anyway I liked her. Well she was doing her laundry in that communal area in the dorms, know what I mean? Putting a load in the dryer, she saw me, waved and left to do something. Don't know what. I rushed over there, gabbed a pair (why is that plural?) shoved them in my jean's pocket. Later in my room I took them out and threw them away. Weird, huh? I felt so bad about that. I stole from her, I had no right. Could never figure out a way to apologize to her. True story.

Billy sighs.

Not sure why I'm telling you that.

The door is starting to splinter badly. Zombie stove pokes his head in, Billy caps him but all it does is knock him back into the hallway. Stupid stove. Billy stands.

Anyway all my personal demons are making some real headway here. Darkness rising. I need for you to get word to the Princess for me, tell her ...

Tell her that her, "wuvs you too ..." comment in the chat room meant more to this pet than she will ever know. ::tears well in Billy's eyes:: I'm not real sure what "wuv" means so I'm taking it in my own way.

Tell her that this miserable excuse for a pet loves Her. In this fantasy space in this world with it's carefully constructed boundaries She owns my heart. My very soul.

Tell her everything I do in this fantasy world, I do for Her.

Tell her that I always thought of Her as my friend and that in some small way I hope She considered me the same.

Tell her ... ::soft, gentle, smile:: - I wish she could see that.

The door has been breached. Horrible, stupid, shuffling things begin to enter. Billy empties the forty-five, tosses it casually across the room without a glance and draws his Japanese long sword, his Katana. Billy looks one final time at the picture of Princess, carefully tucks it into his sash and raises the sword high over his head. He begins to mutter, "I can do this" over and over again.

Gathering the remnants of his strength Billy screams, "For my Mistress!!!" and charges the door...

PS: Everything from this PS on down needs to be deleted. This is my official entry in the blog writing contest. I don't expect it to win, it's too contextual. I wrote it for MsGrace, if She likes it then I'm happy. Her Billy