I'm Really Hungry

Billy tapped his fingers on the worn wood of his desk.
 
The secrets were getting heavier to carry.
 
Billy felt tired. Billy looked tired. Billy was hungry.
 
He shot up out of the chair at his desk and rubbed his temple again for a moment.
 
The headache wouldn't leave him...
 
It had to be the hunger, the headache was too much.
He left the arcade and walked out to the street strolling along quiet like , past the park and to the up town blocks.
Not long after Billy spotted a couple leaving the Blue Sushi Restaurant. He felt a little relief when he spotted them.
He stalked undetected until they reached the car on a side street two blocks down.
 
He rushed in and slammed the mans head against the hood of the car and the man rolled over the front end of the car and onto the ground.
The woman was reaching into her purse for a small pistol when Billy caught her hand and her throat.
 
His headache went away. She didn't even get a chance to squeeze off a round before he pocketed the pistol and licked her wounds. She slipped into the bliss and slid down the side of the car slow with a soft satisfied face.
 
Billy lurched towards where the man was at the front of the car and as he rolled over he exposed a large pistol and fired off three rounds before Billy grabbed his wrist and pushed the mans body to the ground holding him down with comical ease. He drank again, the scratches from the rounds not even phasing him. He squeezed his hands tightly, he heard bones break, a gasp went out but it didn't stop Billy...the anger behind the headache made him clamp his teeth down hard and a moment later the man was dead. Satisfied Billy dragged the dead man by his foot and threw him into the truck of the car. The woman was next Billy finished her off and took her life next on the edge of the trunk with her happy face.
 
He slammed the trunk shut and drove off.
 
Later, Billy pulled the car into the garage and shut the engine off.
A woman came out of the office finger wagging and starting to yell.
 
"I don't want to hear it Charlotte! Clean it up." She started to howl at him and he snapped his head and locked eyes with her.
 
He could feel the anger deep inside of him welling up like a roar.
 
She immediately went silent, it must have been the look he gave her...
 
"Handle it!"
 
He raked his claw along the side of the car and blew the back tire on his way out...
 
He caught a reflection of himself in the glass...His eyes were wild and different and filled with an amber glow... he took a moment and stared at himself in the glass... His arm was covered in a different fur near his claws. It was never like that before, something changed. He growled at it and walked off into the night.