Outraged Series: Epilouge
Written By: Liz Donovan
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Later that night, Billy lay in his bed, looking up at his ceiling fan spin. It was late, at least 3:00am, but he was very wide awake. That trip to the hospital had been rather uneventful. Tommy had regained consciousness for awhile. He was rather dizzy and sleepy. One thing he made clear was that he was upset with Billy, so Billy held off telling Tommy that he now controlled the Zeo Ranger V Zeonizer. Tommy agreed to forgive Billy after he completely recovered. Billy took that news well on the outside, but on the inside he hoped Tommy would never forgive. He hoped that Tommy would hold this feud against him for the rest of his life. And that someday Tommy would provoke a fight with him, and he could once again exhilarate in kicking his ass to a bloody pulp.
The fan spun with a soft whir of machinery and the moonlight shining into his room from his window danced on the fan blades. He though about Tommy, and how he had confessed to Zordon, that he was truly sorry about hurting Tommy. He wasn’t. Not ever remorseful. He hated Tommy with a passion unlike any he had ever felt before, any he ever would feel. And if the opportunity to fight Tommy aroused again he would not hesitate to inflict the ultimate damage to Tommy.
Billy closed the book lying on his chest. It was a biology book. One he’d read several times, but he was touching up on his biology. The Human Anatomy, was the book he was reading now. He was studying which parts of the body are most vulnerable to attack, which are not, and which will cause more pain. So far, al his research had been fruitful. He did not want to kill Tommy unless absolutely necessary. Inflicting maximum pain was his number one priority, death would only be met with a great deal of suffering.
He set the book on the floor and looked away from the whirring fan. Things were getting out of hand. He though that he hated all of the current Rangers now, but he knew he was wrong. He only hated Tommy. In fact, he liked Adam. Adam was probably one of the best friends he’d ever had, and he meant that too. Adam knew what he was feeling, and he tried to help.
Billy swung his legs off his bed and walked over to the window. He opened it and let the cool Angel Grove winds blow into his room. The lights in his room were all off as were the lights down his street. His room faced away from the street so all was dark outside. He leaned outside and looked up. The stars sparkled above, like so many dreams he could never have. He grabbed the small metal runged ladder outside his window. It lead down, but he rarely used it for that purpose. He swung himself out of his room and pulled himself up so his feet were on his window ledge and his hands on the rungs above his window. This was the time he really had to use his arms. He climbed the ladder rung after rung using only his arms, until his feet passed the window. The drop was a good 20 feet and he was always very conscious when he climbed up to his roof. If he were to fall, he would die. Billy finished the climb and walked over to the chimney. He sat down and leaned his back against the brick chimney. His was one of the few homes that had chimneys. It was too hot in California to have much use for a chimney, but his father had demanded they get a house with a chimney. His father said it reminded him of his wife. Billy’s mother. He shrugged the thought. Tonight was not a night to think of her.
Billy stretched and looked into the misty heavens. The sky was so polluted here that star gazed was not near as fun as it had been. Chicago’s skyline was far less smoggy. But smog or no, he opened the small, brick looking box next to him and removed the high powered telescope that rested in it. He held the telescope to his eye and peered into the inky blackness of night. He looked at the moon, and oft times thought he could see Rita and Zedd’s moon base. But he knew he couldn’t. Billy turned his head and focused the telescope on the small red blip that was mars. Someday he would travel their. Be it in this life time or the next, he knew he would. Perhaps he could teleport there. Mars looked barely any different through the telescope, and with the naked eye, just larger.
Billy shifted the telescope to look down into the street. As a younger person, he’d never thought of using the telescope to spy but after he knew everything about the stars without looking at them, he figured there was no reason to have a telescope unless it was to spy. So one night he had looked into his neighbors window, and watched them watch TV. He’d even spied on his fellow friends…Jason, whose family still lived a few blocks away; Skull, who he often saw playing the piano in his family room; Kim, whose bedroom window ironically faced his; and Rocky, whose backyard was all he could see. He’d also studied people he didn’t know, an found unpleasant habits that some of them had. He tried not to invade other peoples privacy, but it ad become a obsessive habit.
He looked down at Kim’s old house. It was vacant now, her bedroom light forever extinguished. He felt a tug at his heart, but it vanished when he remembered the things he’d seen through that window. He’d seen Tommy in there, sneaking into her house late at night. He’d never been able to watch after that, but he knew what they did. He looked away from her house, back at the sky. Pulling the telescope from his face, he looked upon a plain star with naked eyes. He wondered if anyone ever thought of him as he though of them. He wondered why Trini had never written him. Kim had, but it hadn’t said much. She mostly babbled about the new kids. He’d written he right back, but she hadn’t responded in well over two months.
--Giver her time-- He thought.
He silently put the telescope away. He knew Kim would soon hear of what he had done to Tommy, she wouldn’t be pleased at all. Then again she’d at least write to him…or knock off all communication with him. He sighed, that was his one regret about despising Tommy so ferociously. Kim would stop liking him. He hoped that after a few weeks she’d come back, but he knew that’d never happen. Now she’d be furious with him.
--You can’t win them all.-- He absently thought. Then a voice in his head say. --Hell, you can’t win ANY of them.--
He stood up and walked to the edge of the roof and peered down. A plunging drop into the rose bushes. He seriously considered suicide that night. Quick and painless. Nothing prevented him from doing it except himself. For all his logic Billy didn’t know what was beyond death, and not knowing was not something he took lightly.
Not knowing scared him.
Death scared him.
The End
