*Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Horrible's sing along blog or any of it's characters. I did, however, make up this story as I am a fan of the mini-movie*
Chapter Two
"Hey Billy, what are you doing here? Come on, come with me" said the sweet and gentle voice of Penny as she offered Billy her hand. He smiled shyly, as always, but took her hand and followed her. "Look, a bed in every room. You have any idea how many homeless now have a home?" she asked. She turned to look at him with her big, innocent eyes and melted his heart. "And it's all thanks to you" she said turning away from him. Her hand slowly slid from his as she walked toward Captain Hammer, who materialized out of the shadows. She tucked herself between his muscled arms and gave him a hug, her head resting on his chest. Captain Hammer locked eyes with Billy and gave him a slow mocking smile. Rage filled Billy, his hands began to shake. No. He trembled, "No!" he shouted, though it seemed they could no longer hear him. "NO!" he screamed, Penny was dead because of him! Wait, Penny… was dead?
Dr. Horrible woke with a start, sitting up in bed. He was drenched in sweat, and his pulse was racing. He left no panic, however, no anger, resentment or grief. He remembered his dream, he remembered Penny, and he just couldn't feel anything. He was still numb, he literally didn't remember how it felt like . . . to feel. Even the emotions in the dream faded away quickly after waking. Only the memory remained a memory of a girl. He fell back down on his mattress and closed his eyes. He dreamed every night, but only once. Every night he went to sleep, he'd have a dream about Penny in which he could feel as he could before her death, he didn't realize it was a dream until he woke up in a cold sweat. As soon as he opened his eyes he felt numb again, he couldn't feel a thing. He then closed his eyes again and slept peacefully the rest of the night.
The heists went on without a hitch, it was quick and easy. He went on his own heist on Saturday, just to test out his new ray. Moist carried the sacks of money, he'd remembered his gloves, and the bags of money didn't slip as much as they would have. Like with most small heists, no one dared challenge Dr. Horrible, making it very easy to get away.
Dr. Horrible made his escape quickly, Moist ran after him and stumbled trying to keep up and keep the sacks of money. They made it to the ELE headquarters with all the money intact and in the sacks. Dr. Horrible handed the sacks of money to Bad Horse while Moist held back by the door, head low and eyes downcast. He'd gotten to be very timid ever since Dr. Horrible became so distant. Bad Horse accepted the money gladly. Dr. Horrible swiveled in his chair as Bad Horse gave him the okay for a whole week of crimes. As in Dr. Horrible could decide what heist to pull, what new weapon to pull it with, and when to pull it, no "meddling" from the ELE. Moist tried to make himself as small as possible, though no one was paying attention to him. Dr. Horrible glanced at Bad Horse, his eyes looking almost bored. Moist knew the truth; in the first weeks numb Dr. Horrible just looked like a sad Billy. Moist had thought his friend was depressed, and had tried his best to cheer him up. Nothing worked, however, and Dr. Horrible still kept up with the meetings, the schemes, the plotting, and the crimes. He wasn't acting very depressed-like, Dr. Horrible fixed that though. After a couple of weeks he just looked bored, and uninterested, which he was. Moist jerked back into attention as Bad Horse mentioned that, though the heists were his own, he still had to give the ELE a cut of the earning. For his loyal services, Dr. Horrible only had to cough up forty percent of whatever he got. Once again, Moist wondered what plan Bad Horse was concocting and why it required so much cash. Dr. Horrible nodded and stood up from his chair, Moist straightened up, it was almost time to go. The super villain nodded once more to his superior and then turned on his heel, gracefully, and walked out of the room, right past Moist. Moist gave a small, insecure smile and then turned and fled the meeting, dashing after Dr. Horrible. He quickened his speed until he walked right beside the Doctor; they exited the building side by side, Moist sinking into himself a bit, Dr. Horrible walking straight and full of confidence, his lab coat waving behind him slightly, almost like a cape. He still hadn't uttered a single word.
*Sorry for the short chapters, again, they'll most likely get longer the further into the story I get. I'm just 'picking up speed.' =)*
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