As a child the young Bill was always the odd kid. Noone ever wanted anything to do with him. By sixth grade he stuck to himself. Bullys would always take his money,Vandalise his house,and completely beat him to submission.Everyday he would go home to be beat by his alcoholic dad , cursed at by his mother and made fun of by the neighboring kids.
The one thing that keeps Bill from losing his sanity to a world full of pain and misery is his haunted hayrides and his cutting. He gets a sinister feeling of enjoyment by watching the razor lay itself into his loose flesh. One of the other few things that keep him sober minded is his music. He listens to grunge and punk. He was once a member of the junior skinheads in his town. He felt that they did not do enough to rid them of there black enemys.
Nor his friends or he will ever forget the night which he left that skinhead meeting. They were having a discussion on what theey were gonna do about the new mexican family that had in down the street. Everyone knew there new neighbors were drug smugglers but did not do anything. One of his brethren recomended calling the cops. Bill however felt that was not the way to rid them of the rat down the street.
"That's no way to treat a new neighbor,"Bill continued,"We will break in take his wife and kids. Deport them back across the border where they belong."
No one agreed violence was the answer. However they did feel a vote was needed to kick there fellow biggot out of the Clan.It was unanamous,he was out.They drug him out back and beat him to a pulp. They beat him till he was out cold and they thought theey had killed them. They took him to the Memorial Bridge and dumped the body. They had mistaken and turns out he was alive.
It was a long limp home after he realised where he was.When he got to his home he was welcomed by a nice dinner. The house didn't have the foul stench of beer as it usually did. His mother sat down beside him to inform him of what had happened. His father had gotten into a bar fight earlier that night and never made it back home. The man had shot him as his dad was running out the door. This brought no emotion except satisfactory that he would now have a chance to enjoy his dinner with out being beat.
The next day two young boys were found dead. They had overdosed on Cocaine. Bill knew where they had got it and decided to get rid of the hood rats that were destroying his town. He would start by going to college to be a police officer. Then he thought about it and felt the problem may be to horrid by then. He had to do something and fast. He got a few of his friends from the gang together for a raid of the dealers home.
That night they got some men together and went to the beaners home. They burst in yielding hand guns and rifles.The dealer had been sitting at his kitchen table counting a stack of money. He reached for his gun but there was no hope. Bills friend Jim grabbed the dealer later identified as Santiago,and threw him to the ground. They would later need him for connections. That night a new type of slaughter had found its way onto the streets of Lewistown. The whole house which consisted of 15 people were all either murdered or kidnapped. Thirteen bodys were found. The other two will never be recovered.