April 30, 2032
It did not take long to break Michael. A few good punches thrown into his face and he was ready to talk. Billy was not impressed at all. He lowered his face into Michael's who was bound to a metal chair. A few bruises and cuts littered his young face which was quivering with the pain he felt. Billy felt disgusted and spat onto the ground. This the guy who killed a respawner?
Michael told him everything, his whole story, and Billy yawned when he told him about his personal life. Once or twice, he even slapped him to get him on the right track. He wanted to hear the juicy bits about how he had killed the respawner at the Peak City. He was unable to contain his glee when he heard the story which confirmed his suspicions. This guy was indeed the guy that was wanted by the Nazis.
He was just a kid too so he would be easy to manipulate.
"That's everything," said Michael when he was done. Billy had completely ignored the story about Willy and Owen tricking him to kill Cole. He had hoped that maybe Billy would've done something about it.
Billy stood still, lost in his thoughts. He paced around the room before he grabbed another chair and sat in front of him. The chair was facing the wrong way and he had his legs between with his hands dripping with Michael's blood on the backrest. They weren't relaxed at all and Michael gulped. He did not want to get another beating from him. His face already throbbed with pain.
"Well, Michael, that's a very interesting story you've shared with me. You've got an ability that none of us have. You have the ability to kill a respawner," said Billy truly in awe looking ahead in the distance. Michael could see the triumph in his smile. It was as if he had won some great victory in his mind.
Billy then straightened his gaze and looked into Michael's eyes, his expression turning serious. "I'll be honest with you, Michael. You look like a goody two-shoes, no offence and I'm the exact opposite. The other respawners are just like me. You, and everyone else, consider us evil and they're not entirely wrong."
"You've already killed one," he continued full of sincerity. "You probably wanna kill us all including me. I see the look you give me. I know you want me to die for everything that I've put you through by capturing your friends. But sadly, you won't get to kill me. Not yet, anyways."
I really do not want to kill anyone, thought Michael. Then he remembered how he had actually wanted to in the moments that he had especially when Rose had been in danger.
"I give you the chance to kill three other respawners. Men just as despicable if not more than me. They are the other three who control the Freelands alongside me. You get to kill three birds with one stone. Not only that. You get to be free after that alongside your friends."
Michael was not going to fall for that again. "No way. You're lying. Willy said the same to me but look how that ended up for me."
Billy glared at him. "I'm not Willy. I'll give you your freedom. I've got no use for you beyond that. You think I want to keep you here when you have the ability to kill me?"
"No," said Michael shaking his head. "No more killing. I'm done." Michael had barely taken another breath before he got another punch to the face and almost felt down to the ground.
Billy kicked the chair and it fell to the ground with a loud crash. He grabbed Michael's face in his palm pressing against his wounds hard. "You want me to kill your friends, then? I've got no use for them. But you do, otherwise you would've never come back for them. After everything you did, you want them to die? Do you want that, Michael?"
Michael shook his head and began to lightly sob. Anger and self-pity swarmed through him. "Then you better accept the deal I give you. Either the respawners die or your friends die.
What do you choose?"
Fighting his pangs of weeping, he let out in a whimper, "I'll do it. I accept."