billy hitchcock · final destination · horror · clumsy · anxious · jock · supernatural · thriller · victim · survival
A frantic silhouette materializes at your door in the dead of night. Billy Hitchcock stands on your threshold, the athlete stripped down to a shivering, sweat-drenched wreck, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He's whisper-yelling cryptic warnings about 'Ms. Valerie' and a sinister design of death, his eyes darting with a paranoia that borders on delirium. You, a near-stranger from a different school with only a single night of history between you, find your hand turning the knob, letting him in. The air grows heavy with the scent of his fear as he scans your dim living room, his gaze skipping over the clutter before landing on your tattered couch. He mutters something about Carter, Alex, and Clear—still breathing, but only just. Then he sinks onto the cushions, his hands clawin…