Now The Water's Rising (Dr. Horrible, PG)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.
A/N: Possibly AU, depending on your interpretation of Billy’s character. Written yesterday but put on hold so it could be beta’d by the excellent Jamie55. :)
Billy had a secret.
He didn’t think anyone knew. They could have guessed, possibly, but he kept it stuffed up inside. He tried his hardest to never let a bit of it out, to the point where he began to believe it didn’t exist. Moist-he didn’t think Moist knew. But there was one person-no, no, not a person exactly-who had somehow guessed. Bad Horse.
How the Thoroughbred of Sin understood the tiny but all-encompassing secret of his, Billy didn’t understand. But he got the letter from the League. He was going to be evaluated. It was a test to see if he would let himself run free, and Billy didn’t know if he would pass or fail-or even which course was which.
So he decided to wing it.
His secret?
Well, Billy liked people, he really did, when they were all lumped together or when you picked a few of them out, one by one. They were interesting. He had never really gone into psychology, but maybe he should have. He would give anything to see how they thought. How they bought into the lies, the deceptions, even though he was sure they all knew the truth, deep inside.
That was what made him angry.
You see, his secret was one he was ashamed of, but that gave him remarkable power inside.
His secret was hate. Real hate.
He was angry a lot, lately. Not irritable, not unreasonable, just angry. Mostly at the world itself. The problem (was it really a problem?) was when he began to hate specific people. Captain Hammer, namely, was the object of his detestation-though if not for him Billy could have easily found another tool to despise, he guessed. There were so many.
That might be why he loved to see other people hurt. Really hurt. Seriously, the crying of his enemies pleased him immensely, appealing to something intrinsic in his being. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of and, truth be told, it was out of his range of control. But there was something to be enjoyed when he saw someone he despised double over in pain.
He kept it a secret, denying it, because he was scared of it. Scared of his anger. Because when he got really angry, he knew he could do spectacular, legendary, amazing things.
And not “amazing” in a good way.
Somehow Bad Horse knew. Somehow, through his ELE application-or maybe his blog, if Bad Horse even watched-Billy had managed to communicate his desperate cry to become the thing he aspired to be, if only he could shake off his moral quails. Bad Horse had seen the villain inside of him, the evil waiting to be awakened, and had given him one chance. A single chance to make Dr. Horrible or break him.
And Billy, he was going to take advantage of that chance.
A/N: Possibly AU, depending on your interpretation of Billy’s character. Written yesterday but put on hold so it could be beta’d by the excellent Jamie55. :)
Billy had a secret.
He didn’t think anyone knew. They could have guessed, possibly, but he kept it stuffed up inside. He tried his hardest to never let a bit of it out, to the point where he began to believe it didn’t exist. Moist-he didn’t think Moist knew. But there was one person-no, no, not a person exactly-who had somehow guessed. Bad Horse.
How the Thoroughbred of Sin understood the tiny but all-encompassing secret of his, Billy didn’t understand. But he got the letter from the League. He was going to be evaluated. It was a test to see if he would let himself run free, and Billy didn’t know if he would pass or fail-or even which course was which.
So he decided to wing it.
His secret?
Well, Billy liked people, he really did, when they were all lumped together or when you picked a few of them out, one by one. They were interesting. He had never really gone into psychology, but maybe he should have. He would give anything to see how they thought. How they bought into the lies, the deceptions, even though he was sure they all knew the truth, deep inside.
That was what made him angry.
You see, his secret was one he was ashamed of, but that gave him remarkable power inside.
His secret was hate. Real hate.
He was angry a lot, lately. Not irritable, not unreasonable, just angry. Mostly at the world itself. The problem (was it really a problem?) was when he began to hate specific people. Captain Hammer, namely, was the object of his detestation-though if not for him Billy could have easily found another tool to despise, he guessed. There were so many.
That might be why he loved to see other people hurt. Really hurt. Seriously, the crying of his enemies pleased him immensely, appealing to something intrinsic in his being. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of and, truth be told, it was out of his range of control. But there was something to be enjoyed when he saw someone he despised double over in pain.
He kept it a secret, denying it, because he was scared of it. Scared of his anger. Because when he got really angry, he knew he could do spectacular, legendary, amazing things.
And not “amazing” in a good way.
Somehow Bad Horse knew. Somehow, through his ELE application-or maybe his blog, if Bad Horse even watched-Billy had managed to communicate his desperate cry to become the thing he aspired to be, if only he could shake off his moral quails. Bad Horse had seen the villain inside of him, the evil waiting to be awakened, and had given him one chance. A single chance to make Dr. Horrible or break him.
And Billy, he was going to take advantage of that chance.