A/N: This chapter is the last and it probably sucks because the stupid internet won't give me the information I need. But even if you don't like it R&R. Feliz Navidad! Also the details about who was killed were vague, so if things are not as they were said to have been forgive me because I don't know who murdered who since Billy decided to be so silent.
Disclaimer: I don't own RE, but this is my precious work.
Over twenty men were dead, but he didn't do it. Even if it meant his life he had to stick to his pride and plead not guilty. What had killed his fellow soldiers were the heat and their enemies. Although, his commander thought if he got rid of Billy, his nasty little tangle of lies wouldn't come undone, and he was probably right. Billy's group had already shown their loyalty to their leader, only because they feared Billy's fate, shame, or confinement.
Hell, the heat drove them crazy enough. Now they would have to live with what they did forever. Sadly, Billy wasn't among them. Of course, he would rather die by his fellow military brothers than live with guilt forever. Those poor people had suffered enough, and didn't need anymore Americans taking more lives.
The lives that were taken weren't even a part of that stupid war, but Billy was the only one who had the balls to take on their commander. No one would listen to him if he tried to tell the story anyway, for he was called a mutineer, and his sentence for something frowned upon -for something he didn't even do- was to be executed. He hadn't even set foot out of the forest before he heard a man screaming through a megaphone for him to come out unarmed and to raise his hands above his head. Billy had lost all respect for authority, for the legal system he was meant to uphold, and the American Government itself. How had they found him anyway?
It must have been that Dewey guy Rebecca had told him about. -Rebecca.- As he was tied to the wooden post he saw nothing for he was blindfolded. That must have been the Government's "charitable" act, but still they were the same malicious bastards that let go the men that should have been in his position. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath.
What he would give for another little "virus leak" to happen. -No.- He couldn't wish that upon anyone. He didn't want to go out thinking bad thoughts. It was too much die with, and anger is heavier than cement.
Like he would want a stupid thought like that to send him sinking into the depths of hell. For some reason, the voices of his "murderers" were muffled, he heard no command for his ears chose to focus on the sound of the guns cocking. He didn't hear, "Ready," he didn't hear, "Aim," but he heard, "Fire!" Without a doubt he felt hot lead being shot into his body, piercing his intestines, his bones, sending a burning sensation throughout his entire body. To the shooters it seemed like a few seconds, but they'd been shot before and knew it was like an eternity of pain and the man responsible only stared on.
He looked on with regret, and guilt, and he'd feel it forever. Forever didn't come though, for a few years later he shot himself in the head after writing a suicide note telling all he'd done. The men who helped had vanished, and Billy's death was never fully avenged.
A/N: R&R! And tell me who you want to see die next. I will get that up soon if you just tell who you want dead.