So this is my first fanfiction; I'd love feedback!

Years have swept by in a blur... Without any emotions (I remember emotions... they were awful) or friends (I haven't seen Moist in years), or commitments (other than the league), time goes by so quickly that I sometimes think it was only yesterday I was sitting in front of my blog. (I quit my blog. It's not evil enough.)

Hammer quit heroing soon after Pe- soon after the incident. He gave some (stupid) speech about a realisation of mortality, needing time alone to grieve. (Apparently he's living in Hawaii with his wife and mistresses.) I don't really care any more. (We don't really have to deal with hero's in the league anyway; that's mainly henchman work...) I'm permanently in Bad Horse's good books now, no more proving myself ( I never used to stop trying)- I'm one of his most trusted villains; I always get the job done no questions asked. (Once I would have asked questions.)

And that's pretty much all that's happened in the last 10 years. Oh... And I've just been asked to kill an allegedly undefeatable hero. (I'm going to die. (Once I would have cared.))

"Dr. Horrible... Bad Horse was too busy to come himself?" I don't care enough about this idiot to reply. (Once I would have replied.)

I aim the death ray (fixed up and better than new now), and fire.

It hits her square in the chest...

She doesn't move. She doesn't die. She smiles. (At me.)

She uses telekinesis to take my Death ray and aim at me... I don't run or flinch...I've been expecting this.

"Who's Billy?"

"What?" (This gets my attention.)

"You said 'Head up Billy Buddy.' Who's Billy?"

I blink. (No-one's called me Billy since-)

"I didn't."

"You did."

"You were going to kill me."

"Are you Billy?"

"Billy is dead." (I say. (But I'm not dead!))

"Son? Brother? Boyfriend?"

"You were going to kill me." (I (don't)) want to die.)

(Do I want to die?)

"Do I want to die?"