This is Billy’s twenty-ninth nightmare since first seeing Penny in the bar. It’s exactly the same as all the others, painted in bright red and zombie gray. Surreal, in a way-dream colliding with memory.

Here is the scene: the girl he loves is dead, in the corner. Everyone stares. He kneels down by the body, watching the blood pool around her. He ( Read more... )

One hundred thousand.

One hundred thousand.

Any way you looked at it, it was a very large wad of cash. Not, of course, in comparison to some of the takes Dr. Horrible had seen before. But the thing was… it had just been-handed over. By someone with a sinister goatee, who expected him to make good use of it.

Actually, Dr. Horrible had never had ( Read more... )

Today, Dr. Horrible was a little nervous, on-edge. Bad Horse had been giving him some particularly meaningful faces, in the way that only horses can.

It was nerves that caused him to go to the kitchen, mandatory bubbling test tube in hand, to make himself a snack. (Even villains get peckish.)

However, when he returned to the laboratory, it wasn't ( Read more... )