**Chapter 4: Billy's Justice**
The night was peaceful, but the peace was just a facade for the brutality unfolding in a forgotten corner of Zerk City. A boy, confined to a wheelchair and scarred by physical disabilities, was the target of cruel laughter and insults from three young men who reveled in his pain. They mocked, pushed the chair, and laughed, ignoring the despair reflected in the boy's eyes. The cruelty of bullying was a shadow that followed him, but tonight, that shadow was about to find new meaning.
Billy Killer, watching the scene from afar, felt a wave of anger run through his body. What he saw was not just an act of bullying; it was an affront to his own philosophy. The idea of someone taking advantage of another's weakness was unacceptable. As the leader of the VLp, he had promised that no one would go unpunished for acts of injustice. Without hesitation, he approached, his blue rabbit mask reflecting the pale light of the moon.
The young men, so intoxicated by their own sense of power, did not notice Billy's presence until it was too late. He attacked with a ferocity that took them by surprise. The spiked club moved like lightning in the darkness, connecting with the flesh and bones of one of the attackers. The first scream was followed by stunned silence. Before the others could react, Billy was already on the move, delivering relentless, brutal blows. The scene turned into a spectacle of violence, with blood spurting and screams of pain echoing through the night.
The three young men, who had once been the hunters, had now become the prey, and Billy Killer's brutality knew no bounds. He did not stop until there was no life left in their bodies, leaving behind a scene of carnage that could only be described as a warning. The silence that followed was palpable, broken only by the sound of blood dripping onto the grass.
When the fury finally subsided, Billy turned to the boy, who was still frozen, watching the scene with wide eyes. The expression on the boy's face was a mix of fear and admiration, and Billy, in an unexpected act of compassion, approached him.
"Hey, kid," Billy said, his soft voice contrasting with the brutality he had just displayed. He pulled a yellow rabbit mask from his pocket and handed it to the boy. "Take care of yourself. Never let anyone mistreat you. This mask will represent the day you are saved from the flawed justice of this world."
The boy looked at the mask, confused, but something in Billy's voice gave him a spark of hope. "If you ever feel like it, you can join our community. We accept you. Here, everyone has their own struggles, but we have evolved to show the world that no one will get away with judging or attacking those who are different."
Billy paused, looking into the boy's eyes. "Remember, you are not alone. And never forget what happened here tonight."
With those words, Billy turned and began to walk away, disappearing into the darkness of the forest like a shadow. The boy stood there, holding the yellow mask, feeling a mix of emotions. The horror he had just witnessed now intertwined with the seed of hope Billy had planted in his heart.
That night, as the moon shone in the sky, a new connection was forming. The boy, scarred by pain, now had a choice—to stand up against the bullying, to become stronger, and perhaps even to join the community of masked rabbits, where he could find a home and a purpose. Billy Killer's justice had been brutal, but somehow it had also brought a glimmer of redemption.