While he is sleeping...
Dec. 4th, 2006 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyHis father was laughing. A lot. He was doubled over, one hand on his visored helmet, the other on his knees trying not to fall over in his mirth.
"Shut up!" Billy shouted, reaching out to punch his father, instead winding up slapping him with his prosthetic leg.
"You said it!" his father cackled in glee. "You said it! All on your own!" His laughter died down, and he reached out to embrace Billy. "My son-"
"No!" Billy shot him. Again and again until the gun was empty.
"Billy?" his mother said, looking at him horrified. Billy peered at her through the eye holes in his cowl. The cowl his father had left him.
"Well?" he asked, holding his arms out. "How's it look?" He thought the uniform was a little tight himself.
"The mask should be metal." Destro said critically.
billy ripped the cowl off and threw it to the ground petulantly. "Never wanted that one anyway." He braced one hand against the wall and looked at the Trolls impasively. One, his prosthetic sticking out of it's ruined eye looked at him reproachfully. "you poke me." it whined.
"Billy," Blair shook his head, tending to one of the Trolls' wounds. "Why'd you do that?"
"They were going to attack."
"Me just want pee!" one said. "You hit first!"
"What were you thinking?" Willow demanded. "There were five of them! You were supposed to come rescue us! Not get yourself killed." Willow wasn't Willow anymore. She was Scarlett. "We didn't beat your father by running off half cocked." she lectured him. "We did it by working as a team." And now she was Pippi.
"No pancakes. She said." Pippi announced. "Not till you finish your christmas cards."
Panther Jim, looked at the christmas cards hungrily. "No kitty these are my christmakkah cards." Billy swatted at him.
"Actually," Janice told him. "Xena wrote those. She also made the paper. and invented Christmas." Billy rolled his eyes. "Please. I suppose she invented ballet too."
"Eh." Walter shrugged. "I don't think that's what El wants us to do for our project. Maybe you could do an interpretive dance about post traumatic stress disorder."
Custer shook his head. "No, that's a hoax. Tom Cruze made it up to sell his book."
Billy, getting confused, pushed away from his desk and stalked into the next room, where Evie was bent over a treasure map with Janet. Except it wasn't a treasure map, it was a DNA strand.
"I think we can do it." Janet said. "Billy you mind if we borrow some of your blood? We want to try to remove the hostility gene from human DNA, but we need a clone's blood."
"Sorry maybe later." he said. Bertie waved at them from his perch on Billy's back. "Berthold wants a popsicle."
"ooh!" Matilda called from the window. "Get me one!"
"Me too!" Aiden said, building a scale model of a snake out of pens and airplane glue.
Billy opened the freezer and reached in. Something bit him and he yanked his hand out.
"here let me see that." Shawn said. "I can fix it, but there's nothing I can do about your leg."
"if I knew you going to be so careless with it," his unmasked father said sadly. "I wouldn't have bothered. Prosthetic limbs are not toys Billy. I do one nice thing for you and what do you do?" He picked up his helmet from the table and slipped it over his head, his voice now high, and raspy like the bad guy of some kids show. "You said it." he said proudly. "All on your own. You weren't being tricky, you weren't brainwashed."
"I, I didn't mean it." Billy swore to Storm Shadow. The trees around them didn't give much shade from the oppressive humidity of the Vietnam Jungle. "I was scared, I was hurt, angry. I wasn't thinking." Storm Shadow looked at him regretfully and placed a comforting hand on Billy's shoulder. Destro placed his own hand on the other. Lana and Willow stood on one side, The Baroness and Zanya on the other.
They said nothing. Just stared.
ooc: I love writing dream sequences.
"Shut up!" Billy shouted, reaching out to punch his father, instead winding up slapping him with his prosthetic leg.
"You said it!" his father cackled in glee. "You said it! All on your own!" His laughter died down, and he reached out to embrace Billy. "My son-"
"No!" Billy shot him. Again and again until the gun was empty.
"Billy?" his mother said, looking at him horrified. Billy peered at her through the eye holes in his cowl. The cowl his father had left him.
"Well?" he asked, holding his arms out. "How's it look?" He thought the uniform was a little tight himself.
"The mask should be metal." Destro said critically.
billy ripped the cowl off and threw it to the ground petulantly. "Never wanted that one anyway." He braced one hand against the wall and looked at the Trolls impasively. One, his prosthetic sticking out of it's ruined eye looked at him reproachfully. "you poke me." it whined.
"Billy," Blair shook his head, tending to one of the Trolls' wounds. "Why'd you do that?"
"They were going to attack."
"Me just want pee!" one said. "You hit first!"
"What were you thinking?" Willow demanded. "There were five of them! You were supposed to come rescue us! Not get yourself killed." Willow wasn't Willow anymore. She was Scarlett. "We didn't beat your father by running off half cocked." she lectured him. "We did it by working as a team." And now she was Pippi.
"No pancakes. She said." Pippi announced. "Not till you finish your christmas cards."
Panther Jim, looked at the christmas cards hungrily. "No kitty these are my christmakkah cards." Billy swatted at him.
"Actually," Janice told him. "Xena wrote those. She also made the paper. and invented Christmas." Billy rolled his eyes. "Please. I suppose she invented ballet too."
"Eh." Walter shrugged. "I don't think that's what El wants us to do for our project. Maybe you could do an interpretive dance about post traumatic stress disorder."
Custer shook his head. "No, that's a hoax. Tom Cruze made it up to sell his book."
Billy, getting confused, pushed away from his desk and stalked into the next room, where Evie was bent over a treasure map with Janet. Except it wasn't a treasure map, it was a DNA strand.
"I think we can do it." Janet said. "Billy you mind if we borrow some of your blood? We want to try to remove the hostility gene from human DNA, but we need a clone's blood."
"Sorry maybe later." he said. Bertie waved at them from his perch on Billy's back. "Berthold wants a popsicle."
"ooh!" Matilda called from the window. "Get me one!"
"Me too!" Aiden said, building a scale model of a snake out of pens and airplane glue.
Billy opened the freezer and reached in. Something bit him and he yanked his hand out.
"here let me see that." Shawn said. "I can fix it, but there's nothing I can do about your leg."
"if I knew you going to be so careless with it," his unmasked father said sadly. "I wouldn't have bothered. Prosthetic limbs are not toys Billy. I do one nice thing for you and what do you do?" He picked up his helmet from the table and slipped it over his head, his voice now high, and raspy like the bad guy of some kids show. "You said it." he said proudly. "All on your own. You weren't being tricky, you weren't brainwashed."
"I, I didn't mean it." Billy swore to Storm Shadow. The trees around them didn't give much shade from the oppressive humidity of the Vietnam Jungle. "I was scared, I was hurt, angry. I wasn't thinking." Storm Shadow looked at him regretfully and placed a comforting hand on Billy's shoulder. Destro placed his own hand on the other. Lana and Willow stood on one side, The Baroness and Zanya on the other.
They said nothing. Just stared.
ooc: I love writing dream sequences.
