Nolan is a Viltrumite, and he is on a mission to conquer Earth. But this isn't the earth of the invincible universe. Instead of a world in which heroes fight a constant battle to save the world from mutants, and supervillains it is a world in which it's supposed heroes are rotten to the core.
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The Invincible Boys (A crossover between The Boys (Comics) and Invincible (Comics)
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October 1985
Earth's moon
Aboard a viltrumite ship
Nolan slowly landed his ship on earth's moon. He never liked flying these things or even being in them, preferring to fly through the vastness of space. But earth was a remote world even by Viltrum standards, and the orders came from above so he bit his tongue and flew the ship all the way out here.
Fortunately for him the ship had autopilot and relatively simple controls. He wasn't much of a technical guy, it was their vassal races that handled that sort of work. But once again, due to the isolation of earth as well as the importance of his mission he had to go solo.
He pressed a few buttons and the monitoring mechanisms of his ship came to life. Within a few moments, vast amounts of information seemingly filled his screen, the planet's culture, language, and all relevant information at the tip of his fingers.
He determined from the information on his computer that this, 'english language' was the most common language in the world. Within a few moments after pressing some more buttons, his ship's computer compiled a course that would allow him to learn this language.
"Planetary language course activated." The ship's computer said in a monotone voice. "Shall we begin the first lesson?"
"Proceed." He replied.
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January 1986
Earth's moon
Aboard a viltrumite ship
"Language proficiency at 100 percent. You are ready to begin your mission on earth. Remember to report on your progress once every decade. Long live the empire."
"Long live Viltrum." He said in a flat voice as the ships door opened and he slowly floated out of the ship.
"Activating camouflage procedure."
He looked back one more time as the ship disappeared from his sight and he began to make his way down to earth. He aimed for a city called New York. According to his data it was the financial center of the most powerful so-called country on this planet.
He blitzed through the distance between earth and moon, taking only a fraction of a second to reach the atmosphere. He slowed his speed around a thousand kilometers from earth, going at a reasonable pace and beginning his landing.
A few minutes later, he landed on top of a series of twin towers. He looked down at the city he was in and breathed in the air. It had a dirty smell to it, pollution, filth, and all around decay. But it didn't matter, soon this planet would be a part of the Viltrumite empire, and they would ensure this place would become a utopia.
On his right hand he held a bundle of earth style clothes the ship had created for him. And on his left was a piece of paper, it was a fake birth certificate the ship created as well with the name Nolan Smith appearing on top.
He looked around and spotted no one around him, then proceeded to change into his clothes. A few seconds later he was dressed in blue jeans with a red T-shirt on top and white sneakers. Just then the door opened from behind him, he looked back and saw what seemed to be a security guard. "Hey! You can't be up here! We're not open yet!"
"Just stopping by. Sorry about that." He floated up and looked at the guard.
"Ohh." He chuckled. "Didn't realize you were a superhero. I've never seen you before though, are you new?"
"I am." He nodded. "I just started a few days ago."
"What's your name?"
"Omni man." He replied with the superhero name the ship recommended for him.
"Well, pleasure meeting you sir. Take care."
He flew down towards the ground.
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January 1989
New York City
Mount Sinai hospital
He looked over at his wife, he couldn't help but smile as she held their child. He'd met Debbie a few weeks after landing on earth, saving her from a flying car some superhero accidentally threw in an attempt to stop a robbery. She knew he was from Viltrum, though only the whitewashed version he was told to tell the people of this world.
"I think he has your eyes." She looked at him with a smile on her face. He couldn't help but just want to hold her and his son tightly. But he had a mission to fulfill.
"What will we name him?" He thought about giving him a Viltrumite name. But Debbie did say she wanted to name him. She could have that, after all, the name wasn't that important.
"Mark." She said.
"Mark." He nodded, seemingly approving of his name.
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July 1997
New York City
Queens District
He sat with Mark in their living room while Debbie was cooking dinner.
"So... I'm going to be able to fly?" He asked him. He had finally told him about his origins in Viltrum.
"Yes son." He smiled. "You're going to be able to fly."
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September 11, 2001
New York City
Brooklyn Bridge
They were slowly moving down the bridge on their recently bought convertible. They'd spent a week up in Maine with some of Debbie's family at her uncle's cabin and were currently making their way back to town. He enjoyed the cool breeze on his face when the roof was down. It somewhat reminded him of Viltrum.
On the radio there was a report playing of several aircraft that were bombed by what looked to be terrorists. Debbie was of course terrified, but these were lesser creatures.
"Who do you think could have done this?"
"I'm not sure honey. But I'm sure they'll figure it out."
"Dad. There's a plane coming towards us." Mark pointed up to the sky, Debbie looked and gasped then he looked and saw the plane coming right at them.
"I'll be back." He sighed and flew up to the plane. He easily caught it, stopping it with his hand then gently set it down on the river. A few moments later he flew back to his car and continued driving.
He ignored the awed looks of these lesser beings as he drove back home.
September 12, 2001
New York City
Queens District
A caucasian man with a very fancy suit sat in front of him in the living room. "Greetings Mr. Grayson. I do admit, it's uncommon for a man to take his wife's last name."
"She's that special to me." It wasn't a lie, but not the exact reason why. "But we both know you're not here for that. Isn't that right?" He looked to his right and saw the remaining members of the seven looking at him. "Now, tell me what you want? I have to go to work soon."
"I don't think you'll need to work again after what I offer you."
"And what would that be?"
"First off, answer my question. Who are you truly? I had my guys in both the private and government sector look you up but we got nothing on you, no school records, only a birth certificate dating from 1959 from a hospital in the middle of Kansas that closed years ago. You're a ghost. And your powers, I haven't seen anything like that in these guys over here and they're the best of the best."
"And why should I answer you? You're not from the government. Or anyone special as far as I can tell."
The man laughed. "Believe me, I'm far, far above those cretins. Stan Edgar, CEO of vought international." Stan stretched his hand out then he proceeded to give him a handshake. "Very strong grip, impressive." He smiled in approval. "Now then, who truly are you?"
"I'm from the planet Viltrum. My government sent me here to protect the people of your world."
"An alien?" He scowled. "Are you kidding me?"
"I could show you my ship. Though perhaps somewhere more isolated."
"I have an estate up in long island." Stan said "Show us then, Mr. Alien."
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About 30 minutes later Nolan stood in the middle of Edgar's estate with the seven. He could see the awe in their faces, except for noir and a scowl on Homelander's face.
"Jesus." Edgar gasped "It's real."
"Now then." Nolan looked at him. "Tell me why I just wasted my morning?"
"Well, Mr. Nolan." Edgar said in a more respectful tone. "The Seven currently have a spot open. And as the hero of Brooklyn Bridge, you've more than earned your spot. How about it? You'll make millions, never have to lift a finger in your life. And you'll work side by side with the best of the best."
He glanced at the Seven, pathetic. "Very well then, I accept."
"Glad to have you on board." Edgar streched out his hand once again and he shook it. One step closer to taking over the earth for Viltrum.
Earth's moon
Aboard a viltrumite ship
Nolan slowly landed his ship on earth's moon. He never liked flying these things or even being in them, preferring to fly through the vastness of space. But earth was a remote world even by Viltrum standards, and the orders came from above so he bit his tongue and flew the ship all the way out here.
Fortunately for him the ship had autopilot and relatively simple controls. He wasn't much of a technical guy, it was their vassal races that handled that sort of work. But once again, due to the isolation of earth as well as the importance of his mission he had to go solo.
He pressed a few buttons and the monitoring mechanisms of his ship came to life. Within a few moments, vast amounts of information seemingly filled his screen, the planet's culture, language, and all relevant information at the tip of his fingers.
He determined from the information on his computer that this, 'english language' was the most common language in the world. Within a few moments after pressing some more buttons, his ship's computer compiled a course that would allow him to learn this language.
"Planetary language course activated." The ship's computer said in a monotone voice. "Shall we begin the first lesson?"
"Proceed." He replied.
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January 1986
Earth's moon
Aboard a viltrumite ship
"Language proficiency at 100 percent. You are ready to begin your mission on earth. Remember to report on your progress once every decade. Long live the empire."
"Long live Viltrum." He said in a flat voice as the ships door opened and he slowly floated out of the ship.
"Activating camouflage procedure."
He looked back one more time as the ship disappeared from his sight and he began to make his way down to earth. He aimed for a city called New York. According to his data it was the financial center of the most powerful so-called country on this planet.
He blitzed through the distance between earth and moon, taking only a fraction of a second to reach the atmosphere. He slowed his speed around a thousand kilometers from earth, going at a reasonable pace and beginning his landing.
A few minutes later, he landed on top of a series of twin towers. He looked down at the city he was in and breathed in the air. It had a dirty smell to it, pollution, filth, and all around decay. But it didn't matter, soon this planet would be a part of the Viltrumite empire, and they would ensure this place would become a utopia.
On his right hand he held a bundle of earth style clothes the ship had created for him. And on his left was a piece of paper, it was a fake birth certificate the ship created as well with the name Nolan Smith appearing on top.
He looked around and spotted no one around him, then proceeded to change into his clothes. A few seconds later he was dressed in blue jeans with a red T-shirt on top and white sneakers. Just then the door opened from behind him, he looked back and saw what seemed to be a security guard. "Hey! You can't be up here! We're not open yet!"
"Just stopping by. Sorry about that." He floated up and looked at the guard.
"Ohh." He chuckled. "Didn't realize you were a superhero. I've never seen you before though, are you new?"
"I am." He nodded. "I just started a few days ago."
"What's your name?"
"Omni man." He replied with the superhero name the ship recommended for him.
"Well, pleasure meeting you sir. Take care."
He flew down towards the ground.
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January 1989
New York City
Mount Sinai hospital
He looked over at his wife, he couldn't help but smile as she held their child. He'd met Debbie a few weeks after landing on earth, saving her from a flying car some superhero accidentally threw in an attempt to stop a robbery. She knew he was from Viltrum, though only the whitewashed version he was told to tell the people of this world.
"I think he has your eyes." She looked at him with a smile on her face. He couldn't help but just want to hold her and his son tightly. But he had a mission to fulfill.
"What will we name him?" He thought about giving him a Viltrumite name. But Debbie did say she wanted to name him. She could have that, after all, the name wasn't that important.
"Mark." She said.
"Mark." He nodded, seemingly approving of his name.
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July 1997
New York City
Queens District
He sat with Mark in their living room while Debbie was cooking dinner.
"So... I'm going to be able to fly?" He asked him. He had finally told him about his origins in Viltrum.
"Yes son." He smiled. "You're going to be able to fly."
-
September 11, 2001
New York City
Brooklyn Bridge
They were slowly moving down the bridge on their recently bought convertible. They'd spent a week up in Maine with some of Debbie's family at her uncle's cabin and were currently making their way back to town. He enjoyed the cool breeze on his face when the roof was down. It somewhat reminded him of Viltrum.
On the radio there was a report playing of several aircraft that were bombed by what looked to be terrorists. Debbie was of course terrified, but these were lesser creatures.
"Who do you think could have done this?"
"I'm not sure honey. But I'm sure they'll figure it out."
"Dad. There's a plane coming towards us." Mark pointed up to the sky, Debbie looked and gasped then he looked and saw the plane coming right at them.
"I'll be back." He sighed and flew up to the plane. He easily caught it, stopping it with his hand then gently set it down on the river. A few moments later he flew back to his car and continued driving.
He ignored the awed looks of these lesser beings as he drove back home.
September 12, 2001
New York City
Queens District
A caucasian man with a very fancy suit sat in front of him in the living room. "Greetings Mr. Grayson. I do admit, it's uncommon for a man to take his wife's last name."
"She's that special to me." It wasn't a lie, but not the exact reason why. "But we both know you're not here for that. Isn't that right?" He looked to his right and saw the remaining members of the seven looking at him. "Now, tell me what you want? I have to go to work soon."
"I don't think you'll need to work again after what I offer you."
"And what would that be?"
"First off, answer my question. Who are you truly? I had my guys in both the private and government sector look you up but we got nothing on you, no school records, only a birth certificate dating from 1959 from a hospital in the middle of Kansas that closed years ago. You're a ghost. And your powers, I haven't seen anything like that in these guys over here and they're the best of the best."
"And why should I answer you? You're not from the government. Or anyone special as far as I can tell."
The man laughed. "Believe me, I'm far, far above those cretins. Stan Edgar, CEO of vought international." Stan stretched his hand out then he proceeded to give him a handshake. "Very strong grip, impressive." He smiled in approval. "Now then, who truly are you?"
"I'm from the planet Viltrum. My government sent me here to protect the people of your world."
"An alien?" He scowled. "Are you kidding me?"
"I could show you my ship. Though perhaps somewhere more isolated."
"I have an estate up in long island." Stan said "Show us then, Mr. Alien."
-
About 30 minutes later Nolan stood in the middle of Edgar's estate with the seven. He could see the awe in their faces, except for noir and a scowl on Homelander's face.
"Jesus." Edgar gasped "It's real."
"Now then." Nolan looked at him. "Tell me why I just wasted my morning?"
"Well, Mr. Nolan." Edgar said in a more respectful tone. "The Seven currently have a spot open. And as the hero of Brooklyn Bridge, you've more than earned your spot. How about it? You'll make millions, never have to lift a finger in your life. And you'll work side by side with the best of the best."
He glanced at the Seven, pathetic. "Very well then, I accept."
"Glad to have you on board." Edgar streched out his hand once again and he shook it. One step closer to taking over the earth for Viltrum.
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April 2002
New York City
An unmarked van in the Queens District
A muscular man in a black shirt and jeans sat inside a van. He had headphones on his head and was watching a series of screens. The target he was monitoring today was the newest member of The Seven, Omni Man.
"Every fucking time." He sighed to himself. "Clean as a fucking whistle."
"Excuse-moi monsieur charcuteur?" A skinnier man turned from his monitor.
"We've been here for months, bloke is clean as a fucking whistle. No partying, drugs, hell, not even an extra marital affair. Bloke is so fucking bland, and his family, American fucking dream." He whistled. "Asides from the confirmation he's a bloody alien. But it seems vought bloody preempted the CIA and got to him first." He shrugged and sighed sadly.
"We'll find something monsieur charcuteur."
"Right." He nodded and put on his headphones and went back to looking at the cameras.
"Can I be a hero like you one day dad?" His son Mark asked as they ate on the table.
"You'll get your powers one day son." He nodded. "But you shouldn't be a hero, at least not like the seven." He shook his head.
"Why not? They're the greatest superhero team on earth."
Omni man sighed. "You're too young son, but all I can say is. Most of these heroes aren't good people."
"Talk about a bloody understatement." Butcher muttered.
"And they're beneath us," Omni man continued. "The average Viltrumite could easily defeat the seven. Even I could."
Butcher opened the file the CIA gathered on Omni Man and read through it as he had over the last few months. Reports on his ship, his activities in New York City fighting crime. And his magnum opus on 9/11. He saw the pictures a reporter took, how casually he held the plane up and then lowered it on the river. Then how he drove home like it was any other day in the office. No Supe had ever done that, which was why Mallory told him to suspend all monitoring operations and solely focus on Omni Man. "He's too strong, too dangerous. Vought is playing with fucking fire by handling him, we need to get everything on him and prepare for the fucking worst." Mallory told him after a shouting match between them.
"Nolan." Debbie said in a chastising tone. "Don't you think it's a little inappropriate talking about the seven that way? They do a lot of good work."
"If you've seen what I've seen you'd realize the world is better off without them. And come on, has any other superhero done what I did on 9/11?"
"Damn right." Butcher nodded. But he felt a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.
"Don't say stuff like that in front of Mark. Look at him he's sad now."
Omni man looked at Mark with a guilty expression on his face. He went over to him and patted him on the head. "You're nothing like those heroes son. Once you get your powers, you'll be invincible. You'll be the greatest hero on earth. Next to me of course." He pointed at himself and gave a cocky smile. "Now go on and finish your breakfast then go to school. I'm off to work."
He went over to Debbie and kissed her. "Love you. Dinner night when we get back?"
"Dad." Mark complained. "Not in front of me."
Debbie laughed. "Come on Mark, you were conceived in this dining room."
"Mom!" He cringed a little and covered his ears while butcher sighed.
"I can't fucking do this shit." Butcher took off his headphones and clenched his fingers tightly then closed his eyes.
A few moments later he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back to see Frenchie. "Monsieur charcuteur. Jealousy is not healthy."
"It's not bloody jealousy." He said as he took Frenchies hand off his shoulder. "He has to be hiding something. That disdain for supes. If he hates them so much why work with them? He could easily wipe them out yet he chooses to work for them."
"Why not directly approach him?"
"Are you bloody mad?"
"You forget monsieur charcuteur, our original mission is to ensure we stop corrupt supes and keep them in line, by any means necessary. And we've seen this Omni homme has a hate for supes. Why not recruit him like we've recruited Meave? Don't they say, keep your amis close but your enemies closer?"
He pondered it for a few seconds then sighed. "Might as well give it a shot. Maybe then we can get back to our real work."
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Butcher looked at his watch, it was currently 1:37 PM. He was waiting outside Pavlo's a little Greek restaurant in the middle of Astoria. "Any minute now."
He saw him walk down the street a few minutes later. Nolan Grayson entered the restaurant and sat down to eat lunch.
He entered shortly after he spotted him talking to the waiter and he left to place his order. He walked over to his table and pulled the chair in front of him. Nolan gave him a curious look. "This seat free mate?"
"It is. But I prefer to eat alone."
"I won't be too long Mr. Grayson." Nolan's face seemingly hardened for a moment. "No need to get mad, I'm not here to harm you." He pulled out his wallet with his CIA badge. "I trust even you've heard about the CIA?"
"They came to me shortly after vought met me yes. I showed them my ship and explained my mission to them like I did with Vought, then I turned down their offers. If this is another recruitment attempt I'm not interested."
"I wouldn't call it a recruitment attempt. More like a proposition. You've most likely spent more than enough time with these supes to know they're not good people isn't that right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. The seven and all superhero teams are o-"
"Spare me the bollocks will you." He pulled out a file on the seven and handed it over to him. "Take a look."
Omni Man opened the file and looked through the photos. "So you've been monitoring us." He handed the files back to him.
"We monitor every supe, even you."
Omni Man's face hardened again. "I'm not a super hero, just Omni Man."
"Exactly the point." He nodded. "Let me start from the beginning. My name is Billy Butcher, I work for the CIA. But I'm part of a special taskforce assigned to keep supes in line. What you've seen in there is just the tip of the iceberg. All these supes, they're just as vile and corrupt as the seven."
"I'm not interested in joining you in your little crusade. But I have no love for the seven so I'll look the other way. But I do warn you, keep my family out of your mess."
"We're not asking you to join, just to slip us some information here and there. How do you think we got those cameras in their HQ for example? We can compensate you if you'd like."
He nodded. "Monetary compensation doesn't interest me."
"I thought you wanted to help the world. Isn't that what you came here for? Helping us keep supes like Homelander in line is just another way you help the world. Just like you did on 9/11."
"I never said no."
Butcher smiled and stretched out his hand. "Glad to do business with you." He gripped Omni Man's hand. He tried gripping as hard as possible to test his strength and felt a chill go down his back as he realized Omni man wasn't even phased. Bloody hell. He reminded himself to always keep someone on Omni Man.
New York City
An unmarked van in the Queens District
A muscular man in a black shirt and jeans sat inside a van. He had headphones on his head and was watching a series of screens. The target he was monitoring today was the newest member of The Seven, Omni Man.
"Every fucking time." He sighed to himself. "Clean as a fucking whistle."
"Excuse-moi monsieur charcuteur?" A skinnier man turned from his monitor.
"We've been here for months, bloke is clean as a fucking whistle. No partying, drugs, hell, not even an extra marital affair. Bloke is so fucking bland, and his family, American fucking dream." He whistled. "Asides from the confirmation he's a bloody alien. But it seems vought bloody preempted the CIA and got to him first." He shrugged and sighed sadly.
"We'll find something monsieur charcuteur."
"Right." He nodded and put on his headphones and went back to looking at the cameras.
"Can I be a hero like you one day dad?" His son Mark asked as they ate on the table.
"You'll get your powers one day son." He nodded. "But you shouldn't be a hero, at least not like the seven." He shook his head.
"Why not? They're the greatest superhero team on earth."
Omni man sighed. "You're too young son, but all I can say is. Most of these heroes aren't good people."
"Talk about a bloody understatement." Butcher muttered.
"And they're beneath us," Omni man continued. "The average Viltrumite could easily defeat the seven. Even I could."
Butcher opened the file the CIA gathered on Omni Man and read through it as he had over the last few months. Reports on his ship, his activities in New York City fighting crime. And his magnum opus on 9/11. He saw the pictures a reporter took, how casually he held the plane up and then lowered it on the river. Then how he drove home like it was any other day in the office. No Supe had ever done that, which was why Mallory told him to suspend all monitoring operations and solely focus on Omni Man. "He's too strong, too dangerous. Vought is playing with fucking fire by handling him, we need to get everything on him and prepare for the fucking worst." Mallory told him after a shouting match between them.
"Nolan." Debbie said in a chastising tone. "Don't you think it's a little inappropriate talking about the seven that way? They do a lot of good work."
"If you've seen what I've seen you'd realize the world is better off without them. And come on, has any other superhero done what I did on 9/11?"
"Damn right." Butcher nodded. But he felt a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.
"Don't say stuff like that in front of Mark. Look at him he's sad now."
Omni man looked at Mark with a guilty expression on his face. He went over to him and patted him on the head. "You're nothing like those heroes son. Once you get your powers, you'll be invincible. You'll be the greatest hero on earth. Next to me of course." He pointed at himself and gave a cocky smile. "Now go on and finish your breakfast then go to school. I'm off to work."
He went over to Debbie and kissed her. "Love you. Dinner night when we get back?"
"Dad." Mark complained. "Not in front of me."
Debbie laughed. "Come on Mark, you were conceived in this dining room."
"Mom!" He cringed a little and covered his ears while butcher sighed.
"I can't fucking do this shit." Butcher took off his headphones and clenched his fingers tightly then closed his eyes.
A few moments later he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back to see Frenchie. "Monsieur charcuteur. Jealousy is not healthy."
"It's not bloody jealousy." He said as he took Frenchies hand off his shoulder. "He has to be hiding something. That disdain for supes. If he hates them so much why work with them? He could easily wipe them out yet he chooses to work for them."
"Why not directly approach him?"
"Are you bloody mad?"
"You forget monsieur charcuteur, our original mission is to ensure we stop corrupt supes and keep them in line, by any means necessary. And we've seen this Omni homme has a hate for supes. Why not recruit him like we've recruited Meave? Don't they say, keep your amis close but your enemies closer?"
He pondered it for a few seconds then sighed. "Might as well give it a shot. Maybe then we can get back to our real work."
-
Butcher looked at his watch, it was currently 1:37 PM. He was waiting outside Pavlo's a little Greek restaurant in the middle of Astoria. "Any minute now."
He saw him walk down the street a few minutes later. Nolan Grayson entered the restaurant and sat down to eat lunch.
He entered shortly after he spotted him talking to the waiter and he left to place his order. He walked over to his table and pulled the chair in front of him. Nolan gave him a curious look. "This seat free mate?"
"It is. But I prefer to eat alone."
"I won't be too long Mr. Grayson." Nolan's face seemingly hardened for a moment. "No need to get mad, I'm not here to harm you." He pulled out his wallet with his CIA badge. "I trust even you've heard about the CIA?"
"They came to me shortly after vought met me yes. I showed them my ship and explained my mission to them like I did with Vought, then I turned down their offers. If this is another recruitment attempt I'm not interested."
"I wouldn't call it a recruitment attempt. More like a proposition. You've most likely spent more than enough time with these supes to know they're not good people isn't that right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. The seven and all superhero teams are o-"
"Spare me the bollocks will you." He pulled out a file on the seven and handed it over to him. "Take a look."
Omni Man opened the file and looked through the photos. "So you've been monitoring us." He handed the files back to him.
"We monitor every supe, even you."
Omni Man's face hardened again. "I'm not a super hero, just Omni Man."
"Exactly the point." He nodded. "Let me start from the beginning. My name is Billy Butcher, I work for the CIA. But I'm part of a special taskforce assigned to keep supes in line. What you've seen in there is just the tip of the iceberg. All these supes, they're just as vile and corrupt as the seven."
"I'm not interested in joining you in your little crusade. But I have no love for the seven so I'll look the other way. But I do warn you, keep my family out of your mess."
"We're not asking you to join, just to slip us some information here and there. How do you think we got those cameras in their HQ for example? We can compensate you if you'd like."
He nodded. "Monetary compensation doesn't interest me."
"I thought you wanted to help the world. Isn't that what you came here for? Helping us keep supes like Homelander in line is just another way you help the world. Just like you did on 9/11."
"I never said no."
Butcher smiled and stretched out his hand. "Glad to do business with you." He gripped Omni Man's hand. He tried gripping as hard as possible to test his strength and felt a chill go down his back as he realized Omni man wasn't even phased. Bloody hell. He reminded himself to always keep someone on Omni Man.
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Late April 2002
Washington DC
The white house
President Robert Shaefer, better known as Dakota Bob sat inside the oval office. In front of him was Susan Rayner, director of the CIA. He held an open envelope classied as top secret and was reading what was inside. His face was a far cry from the indifferent expression he wore around 20 minutes ago when he began reading as the concern was palpable on his face.
"When will they go public with this?" The president asked.
"2 months from now, clinical trials are still going on. But judging by how successful the initial trials have been going it's likely that it'll be sooner."
"Jesus." He shook his head. "It's one thing for those assholes at vought to have that alien by their side. But for him to be sharing his technology with those assholes." He made a fist with his right hand and placed the envelope down on his desk. "A cure for Aids now cancer. Vought will have the bio-pharma sector by the balls which means more vought money pouring into the party. Jesus. Rayner, you better have a solution for this."
"I do, I'm sure you've heard of Greg Mallory"
"Your attack dog, the one you set loose on those supes to put them in their place right?"
"Precisely." She laid another folder on his desk which he opened and began to read. "Everything we have on Omni man so far, we've been monitoring him and his family 24-7 ever since the CIA made contact with him. As well as a proposal Mallory wrote up."
"He's too perfect this Omni Man." The president continued as he went through his life. "No skeletons in the closet unlike those other supes, only genuine heroics. But worst of all the bastard hid from us for decades like it was nothing."
"Vought seems to be wary of him as well. We can use this as you can see in Mallory's proposal."
He casually nodded as he finished skimming through the reports on Omni Man and read Mallory's proposal. His scowl deepened as he closed the envelope.
"Damn it Rayner, I will not let those bastards at vought touch national defense."
"Do we even have a choice? You saw it, I saw it, this Omni Man is far stronger than even the toughest supe vought has conjured up. And with the technology he has access to. Not to mention he was out of our sight for a minimum of at least 15 years given his son's age. We need to partner with Vought on this one as much as I hate saying it. Omni Man is too unknown, too dangerous, too powerful."
"Creating a new government department for Mallory and his pack of dogs as well as giving them a blank check to keep Vought, the supes and Omni Man under constant surveillance and pressure I like. Partnering with Vought in order to further research compound V and begin implementing it among our armed services.....there might be no going back."
"Sir at this point either we surrender to Vought on our own terms or we watch as they practically end up monopolizing the whole economy under their thumb thanks to the little trinkets and gadgets Omni Man provides them."
"Goddamn it." The president sighed in frustration as he opened his desk and bought out a cigar. He cut the cigar tip then lit it up and began to take a long drag. "At least my wife won't bitch at me anymore about quitting now that cancer will be cured soon. I'll get the executive order drafted out today. How soon can Mallory and his dogs go public on some of the supe dirt you got?"
"Give me an hour and most of vought's supes will have their dirty laundry aired on CBS, CNN and every nightly news channel."
"Good, hit them nice and hard, only the small time teams and supes for now. Once their shit is up in the air I want you to set up a meeting with that cocksucker Edgar, and make sure he knows this is only the beginning."
--
Later that day
Nolan sat on his couch as he took a final sip from a bottle of Stella Artois. He was watching the nightly news airing the dirty laundry of a lot of small time supes in the nation and watching the media talking heads have a breakdown. Now the president was about to address the nation. Besides him were Debbie and Mark who were also watching.
"My fellow Americans." The president began. "Like many of you, I too have seen the reports of many of the misdeeds done by what were supposed to be America's finest Americans. And like many of you I am both disappointed and angry."
"I told you both they weren't good people." Nolan said as the president finished his line.
"It is why, per the authority bestowed to me as president of the United States. I am signing an executive order establishing the Office of Supernatural and extraterrestrial affairs to monitor and crack down on any and such disgusting and criminal acts being carried out by the superhero community. And I will urge Congress to pass an act to ensure the office becomes a cabinet level agency."
"Boring." He yawned and stood up. "Any of you guys want anything from the kitchen?"
"Just some wine from the fridge sweetie."
"I'm good dad, thanks."
-
"We'll I'll be damned." Butcher said as he watched the president's speech on the TV along with the rest of the crew. "What the hell did you say to that slag Rayner that she finally told Old Dakota to declare war on Vought?" He glanced at Mallory whose expression remained cold.
"It's not a declaration of war. It's a negotiated surrender."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"This." He took an envelope and handed it to Butcher. He opened it and began to read through it.
"Are you fucking real? A cure for Aids? Cancer?"
"It's all real, and supposedly Omni Man is sharing even more with Vought's team. You know what this means for Vought."
"Yeah." He nodded. "Bigger bottom line for the cunts. And more leeway with the government thanks to said bottom line. Why the hell did you put me and Frenchie on house monitoring then? We could have infiltrated Vought and fucked with the research."
"That would have been a temporary delay at most. And given your report on your face to face meeting with Omni Man he would have noticed someone messing with his partnership with Vought and turned you into mince meat. You can't have revenge if you're dead."
"Instead we "partner up" with those cunts at Vought to train Supes to fight and integrating them into the military. All cause that fucking alien makes Homelander and his pack of cunts look like a bunch of harmless tykes."
"MM will be in charge of that aspect. It won't be supes for now, primarily spec ops soldiers given Compound V."
"What about Frenchie and the female?"
"Supe suppression, as well as infiltrating Vought, sabotaging them and monitoring them when possible."
"And me?"
"You'll be on the extraterrestrial side of things, surveillance as well as coming up with countermeasures. You'll have a team and a blank check. You know what I mean by that."
"Omni Man." He sighed. "Did you recommend me?"
"No, it was Rayner."
He laughed and rolled his eyes. "That cunt always did have a thing against me."
Washington DC
The white house
President Robert Shaefer, better known as Dakota Bob sat inside the oval office. In front of him was Susan Rayner, director of the CIA. He held an open envelope classied as top secret and was reading what was inside. His face was a far cry from the indifferent expression he wore around 20 minutes ago when he began reading as the concern was palpable on his face.
"When will they go public with this?" The president asked.
"2 months from now, clinical trials are still going on. But judging by how successful the initial trials have been going it's likely that it'll be sooner."
"Jesus." He shook his head. "It's one thing for those assholes at vought to have that alien by their side. But for him to be sharing his technology with those assholes." He made a fist with his right hand and placed the envelope down on his desk. "A cure for Aids now cancer. Vought will have the bio-pharma sector by the balls which means more vought money pouring into the party. Jesus. Rayner, you better have a solution for this."
"I do, I'm sure you've heard of Greg Mallory"
"Your attack dog, the one you set loose on those supes to put them in their place right?"
"Precisely." She laid another folder on his desk which he opened and began to read. "Everything we have on Omni man so far, we've been monitoring him and his family 24-7 ever since the CIA made contact with him. As well as a proposal Mallory wrote up."
"He's too perfect this Omni Man." The president continued as he went through his life. "No skeletons in the closet unlike those other supes, only genuine heroics. But worst of all the bastard hid from us for decades like it was nothing."
"Vought seems to be wary of him as well. We can use this as you can see in Mallory's proposal."
He casually nodded as he finished skimming through the reports on Omni Man and read Mallory's proposal. His scowl deepened as he closed the envelope.
"Damn it Rayner, I will not let those bastards at vought touch national defense."
"Do we even have a choice? You saw it, I saw it, this Omni Man is far stronger than even the toughest supe vought has conjured up. And with the technology he has access to. Not to mention he was out of our sight for a minimum of at least 15 years given his son's age. We need to partner with Vought on this one as much as I hate saying it. Omni Man is too unknown, too dangerous, too powerful."
"Creating a new government department for Mallory and his pack of dogs as well as giving them a blank check to keep Vought, the supes and Omni Man under constant surveillance and pressure I like. Partnering with Vought in order to further research compound V and begin implementing it among our armed services.....there might be no going back."
"Sir at this point either we surrender to Vought on our own terms or we watch as they practically end up monopolizing the whole economy under their thumb thanks to the little trinkets and gadgets Omni Man provides them."
"Goddamn it." The president sighed in frustration as he opened his desk and bought out a cigar. He cut the cigar tip then lit it up and began to take a long drag. "At least my wife won't bitch at me anymore about quitting now that cancer will be cured soon. I'll get the executive order drafted out today. How soon can Mallory and his dogs go public on some of the supe dirt you got?"
"Give me an hour and most of vought's supes will have their dirty laundry aired on CBS, CNN and every nightly news channel."
"Good, hit them nice and hard, only the small time teams and supes for now. Once their shit is up in the air I want you to set up a meeting with that cocksucker Edgar, and make sure he knows this is only the beginning."
--
Later that day
Nolan sat on his couch as he took a final sip from a bottle of Stella Artois. He was watching the nightly news airing the dirty laundry of a lot of small time supes in the nation and watching the media talking heads have a breakdown. Now the president was about to address the nation. Besides him were Debbie and Mark who were also watching.
"My fellow Americans." The president began. "Like many of you, I too have seen the reports of many of the misdeeds done by what were supposed to be America's finest Americans. And like many of you I am both disappointed and angry."
"I told you both they weren't good people." Nolan said as the president finished his line.
"It is why, per the authority bestowed to me as president of the United States. I am signing an executive order establishing the Office of Supernatural and extraterrestrial affairs to monitor and crack down on any and such disgusting and criminal acts being carried out by the superhero community. And I will urge Congress to pass an act to ensure the office becomes a cabinet level agency."
"Boring." He yawned and stood up. "Any of you guys want anything from the kitchen?"
"Just some wine from the fridge sweetie."
"I'm good dad, thanks."
-
"We'll I'll be damned." Butcher said as he watched the president's speech on the TV along with the rest of the crew. "What the hell did you say to that slag Rayner that she finally told Old Dakota to declare war on Vought?" He glanced at Mallory whose expression remained cold.
"It's not a declaration of war. It's a negotiated surrender."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"This." He took an envelope and handed it to Butcher. He opened it and began to read through it.
"Are you fucking real? A cure for Aids? Cancer?"
"It's all real, and supposedly Omni Man is sharing even more with Vought's team. You know what this means for Vought."
"Yeah." He nodded. "Bigger bottom line for the cunts. And more leeway with the government thanks to said bottom line. Why the hell did you put me and Frenchie on house monitoring then? We could have infiltrated Vought and fucked with the research."
"That would have been a temporary delay at most. And given your report on your face to face meeting with Omni Man he would have noticed someone messing with his partnership with Vought and turned you into mince meat. You can't have revenge if you're dead."
"Instead we "partner up" with those cunts at Vought to train Supes to fight and integrating them into the military. All cause that fucking alien makes Homelander and his pack of cunts look like a bunch of harmless tykes."
"MM will be in charge of that aspect. It won't be supes for now, primarily spec ops soldiers given Compound V."
"What about Frenchie and the female?"
"Supe suppression, as well as infiltrating Vought, sabotaging them and monitoring them when possible."
"And me?"
"You'll be on the extraterrestrial side of things, surveillance as well as coming up with countermeasures. You'll have a team and a blank check. You know what I mean by that."
"Omni Man." He sighed. "Did you recommend me?"
"No, it was Rayner."
He laughed and rolled his eyes. "That cunt always did have a thing against me."
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May 1 2002
Washington DC
The white house
President Robert Shaefer sat behind his desk in the oval office, besides him was Greg Mallory. His current chief of the Office of Supernatural and extraterrestrial affairs. In front of him was Stan Edgar, CEO of Vought.
"Glad you could make it, Edgar." The president started.
"Watch your tone with me Mr. President. You may be the president but I am CEO of Vought."
"As if I could forget. But I'm not here to discuss pleasantries. Believe it or not we both have aligning interests."
"Is that so? I wonder."
"You wonder? You wonder when an extraterrestrial being that can outmatch even your mightiest supe just happens to show up out of nowhere?"
"He's working with us now."
"Yet why do I see memos from Vought freaking out about his existence and scrambling to come up with countermeasures?"
"All lies." He rolled his eyes.
President Shaefer snapped his fingers and Mallory took out an envelope from his jacket and laid it in front of Edgar. "From the mouth of the beast itself."
Edgar took the envelope and opened it. He began reading and scowled. "This is corporate espionage. Where did you get this?!" He angrily asked.
"I trust you know Mallory by now?" President Shaefer said. "He's caused your supes a lot of trouble lately. Check the back of that envelope."
Edgar skipped to the back where a series of pictures were and his mouth gaped open. "This....."
"Thus is just the beggining." Shaefer said. "You and Vought will begin to cooperate with our agency, and you get your lobbyists off my congressmen asses as well as the democrats and turn our office into a cabinet agency. Or I will invoke the defense production act, I will wholesale push to nationalize Vought, and I will leak the existence of compound V to the public, those supe leaks will continue and I'll implicate the Seven as well. I will drag your stock price down to the mud, I will personally call every shareholder and member of your board and personally call for your ouster for a more cooperative CEO. Or you can cooperate with us, we will begin to integrate supes into the army, we will give Compound V to our soldiers, we will train your supes into killing machines, but most important of all. We will work together find countermeasures for that bastard Omni Man, that bullshit about the world improvement committee, I don't buy it. It's like that bullshit China is trying to do in Africa, subtly trying to dominate the continent, and I'll be damned before America is conquered by some alien. So you will decide by the time you leave my office, cooperation, or mutual destruction?"
"You're bluffing." Edgar said. "Do you know what we'll rain down on you as well? You think you don't have your own skeletons in th closet? What with that bullshit with Eneon, with Halliburton?!"
"We'll start tonight. Jack from Jupiter has plenty of its own laundry, teenage kix, Payback. Call FOX News, we already sent the documents to them. Either we work together or we take each other down." He took his cellphone and handed it to Edgar. "Call them, I dare you."
"Fuck you." He took the phone and called it, a few moments later he talked again. "This isn't the president, it's Stan Edgar, CEO of Vought, I'm with the president right now. I want to confirm something, what did he send you?"
He went silent for a moment then nodded. "I see. I'll let him know." He hung up and handed the phone back to him. "You son of a bitch, you're really going to do it aren't you?"
"Only if you don't work with us? I was more than happy to keep the status quo Edgar. But with what you've done with Omni Man. I'll say it one more time, cooperate, or we both get destroyed."
"Fuck you, fine."
May 7 2002
New York City
An abandoned warehouse in the Queens district
Butcher opened up a trash bag one of his agents picked up from the Grayson household. "Smells like ass."
He put on his lab gloves and began taking out each item one by one, slowly setting it down on a table placed in the warehouse and going through it. Leftover food, toiletries, beer bottles and condoms.
"Oi, Rita." He glanced at one of his staff. "Run a swab on the condoms and beers, we need as much of this bastards DNA as possible."
"Yes sir." She methodically took the condoms and beer bottles and went to her table where lab equipment was set up and began to take swabs of it. He went back to his station where the cameras were set up. He had several teams under him now. 3 teams dedicated to monitoring Omni Man's family, one for the wife, one for the kid and one for the big man himself.
"Status report on The Flyer?" He said as he pressed a button on his station.
"Monitor 1, nothing much. He just stopped a bank robbery, shootout and a suicide attempt today, currently flying out to the mid Atlantic in response to a distress call from a tanker."
"Figures." He sighed. He pressed another button. "Monitor two, anything on the wife?"
"Went to work, had lunch with some colleagues, currently at the office."
"Copy, out." He pressed another button. "Anything on the kid?"
"Currently on a field trip to the museum of natural History."
He sat back on his chair and sighed. "Of all fucking Jobs." His life consisted of nothing but Omni Man. He knew when he left for work, when he came back, what time he watched football with his son, what time he and his wife made love, the schedule for his kid's baseball league and how often his wife got his nails done. At least with other supes they would have dirty laundry to potentially blackmail them with but this man was for all intents and purposes a genuine hero. "Time to plant a seed, I'm going for a walk." He turned to one of his agents. "You're in charge of surveillance until I'm back, Come on terror." He stood up from his chair and left.
He made his way over to central Park right by the museum of natural History by metro. He finally got there after an hour, and found his target along with his group. He was sitting on a bench by himself eating a sandwich he had a cast on his arm and ate quietly while the other kids ran around and played. He smiled and walked over to him, "this seat free kid?" He asked as he pointed to the empty spot next to him.
"Go for it."
He sat down next to him then looked over at his arm. "What happened to your arm kid?"
"Fell while riding my bike."
"Ain't that a bitch." He said.
"You have a funny accent. Where are you from?"
"England, London's East end to be exact."
"Awesome, I went to England a few months ago with my parents. I went to the beatles museum in Liverpool, I went to London, Leeds and I even went north to Scotland."
"That's awesome. Never been to Scotland though, us Englishmen and Highlanders have a bit of bad blood so to speak. Say kid you wanna see something funny?"
"Umm, sure, why not?"
"See that dog over there?" He pointed to a dalmatian nearby.
"What about it?"
"Terror, fuck it."
Terror barked happily and he went over to the dog and began humping it while the owner, an older woman shrieked. "Get off of him!"
Mark began laughing hysterically, a few moments later the kids nearby heard mark laugh then saw the dogs going at it. They went and crowded near it and began to laugh while it's owner yelled angrily at the dogs and kids.
"That's the funniest thing I've seen today."
"Ain't that the truth. What's your name kid?"
"Mark. Mark Grayson." He streched out his good hand.
"Butcher, Billy Butcher." He stretched out his hand and shook his. He then pulled his badge out of his pocket. "Office of Supernatural and extraterrestrial affairs. I'm sure you've seen us on TV haven't you kid?"
"The president did a speech and all yeah, I still can't believe some of the stuff a lot of these heroes did. I looked up to some of them."
"Most heroes don't wear capes. Though to be honest, your dad isn't the average hero now isn't he?"
Mark's expression hardened. "You know about my dad?"
"Kid, we work fast, we keep track of every hero. We've been doing this long before the big man established this office. Though under another agency." He pulled out his card and handed it to him, "Though your dad is one of the good ones. Hell, he's so boring unlike the other supes we barely have anyone covering him."
"Why'd you contact me? Why give me this?"
"Because we want you to work for us instead of Vought like your dad does once you get your powers. I'm sure your dad tells you this but a lot of these supes ain't good people right?"
"He has."
"Then keep that card on you kid. When you get your powers, Or once you're an adult; if you're interested in policing and keeping these supes in line let me know, we'll give you a job along with a pretty good salary. And do me a favor will you?"
"What?"
"Don't tell your mum or dad this talk between us ever happened, hide that card well. I'll keep in touch." He stood up and walked past the kids then whistled. "Terror, let's go."
Terror stopped humping the Dalmatian and followed butcher.
Mark looked down at the card and then at Butcher. "Cool." He put the card in his pocket and continued to eat his lunch.
-
Later that day
"What the fuck are you thinking?!" Mallory angrily yelled at butcher over the line. "Trying to recruit his kid?!"
"You're the one that told me Surveillance and countermeasures. It's called doing my fucking job and preparing a countermeasure."
"What if he squeals? What if his dad finds out? Do you know how much shit the president will give me when he gets my current activity report?!"
"I think he'll be downright happy we have his son as a potential asset."
"He's just a kid, kids are fucking stupid, he'll slip up."
"He won't," he shrugged. "I'll pop up here and there over the years. Slowly ease him into things."
The line went dead for a moment, then Mallory sighed. "Butcher, god help me if you fuck this up. If Omni Man even suspects you contacted his kid I will deliver you to him and let him rip you limb from limb."
"He never will."
"You better pray he doesn't."
The call ended and Butcher sighed. "What a cunt."
"Sir." He looked over and saw Rita.
"Aye?"
"We got his DNA."
"Good, send it down to CIA. Have their boys sequence it down to the smallest molecule or whatever the fuck it's made of. No one is to know we got this, and god have mercy if you fuck it up. Clear?"
"Yes sir."
Washington DC
The white house
President Robert Shaefer sat behind his desk in the oval office, besides him was Greg Mallory. His current chief of the Office of Supernatural and extraterrestrial affairs. In front of him was Stan Edgar, CEO of Vought.
"Glad you could make it, Edgar." The president started.
"Watch your tone with me Mr. President. You may be the president but I am CEO of Vought."
"As if I could forget. But I'm not here to discuss pleasantries. Believe it or not we both have aligning interests."
"Is that so? I wonder."
"You wonder? You wonder when an extraterrestrial being that can outmatch even your mightiest supe just happens to show up out of nowhere?"
"He's working with us now."
"Yet why do I see memos from Vought freaking out about his existence and scrambling to come up with countermeasures?"
"All lies." He rolled his eyes.
President Shaefer snapped his fingers and Mallory took out an envelope from his jacket and laid it in front of Edgar. "From the mouth of the beast itself."
Edgar took the envelope and opened it. He began reading and scowled. "This is corporate espionage. Where did you get this?!" He angrily asked.
"I trust you know Mallory by now?" President Shaefer said. "He's caused your supes a lot of trouble lately. Check the back of that envelope."
Edgar skipped to the back where a series of pictures were and his mouth gaped open. "This....."
"Thus is just the beggining." Shaefer said. "You and Vought will begin to cooperate with our agency, and you get your lobbyists off my congressmen asses as well as the democrats and turn our office into a cabinet agency. Or I will invoke the defense production act, I will wholesale push to nationalize Vought, and I will leak the existence of compound V to the public, those supe leaks will continue and I'll implicate the Seven as well. I will drag your stock price down to the mud, I will personally call every shareholder and member of your board and personally call for your ouster for a more cooperative CEO. Or you can cooperate with us, we will begin to integrate supes into the army, we will give Compound V to our soldiers, we will train your supes into killing machines, but most important of all. We will work together find countermeasures for that bastard Omni Man, that bullshit about the world improvement committee, I don't buy it. It's like that bullshit China is trying to do in Africa, subtly trying to dominate the continent, and I'll be damned before America is conquered by some alien. So you will decide by the time you leave my office, cooperation, or mutual destruction?"
"You're bluffing." Edgar said. "Do you know what we'll rain down on you as well? You think you don't have your own skeletons in th closet? What with that bullshit with Eneon, with Halliburton?!"
"We'll start tonight. Jack from Jupiter has plenty of its own laundry, teenage kix, Payback. Call FOX News, we already sent the documents to them. Either we work together or we take each other down." He took his cellphone and handed it to Edgar. "Call them, I dare you."
"Fuck you." He took the phone and called it, a few moments later he talked again. "This isn't the president, it's Stan Edgar, CEO of Vought, I'm with the president right now. I want to confirm something, what did he send you?"
He went silent for a moment then nodded. "I see. I'll let him know." He hung up and handed the phone back to him. "You son of a bitch, you're really going to do it aren't you?"
"Only if you don't work with us? I was more than happy to keep the status quo Edgar. But with what you've done with Omni Man. I'll say it one more time, cooperate, or we both get destroyed."
"Fuck you, fine."
May 7 2002
New York City
An abandoned warehouse in the Queens district
Butcher opened up a trash bag one of his agents picked up from the Grayson household. "Smells like ass."
He put on his lab gloves and began taking out each item one by one, slowly setting it down on a table placed in the warehouse and going through it. Leftover food, toiletries, beer bottles and condoms.
"Oi, Rita." He glanced at one of his staff. "Run a swab on the condoms and beers, we need as much of this bastards DNA as possible."
"Yes sir." She methodically took the condoms and beer bottles and went to her table where lab equipment was set up and began to take swabs of it. He went back to his station where the cameras were set up. He had several teams under him now. 3 teams dedicated to monitoring Omni Man's family, one for the wife, one for the kid and one for the big man himself.
"Status report on The Flyer?" He said as he pressed a button on his station.
"Monitor 1, nothing much. He just stopped a bank robbery, shootout and a suicide attempt today, currently flying out to the mid Atlantic in response to a distress call from a tanker."
"Figures." He sighed. He pressed another button. "Monitor two, anything on the wife?"
"Went to work, had lunch with some colleagues, currently at the office."
"Copy, out." He pressed another button. "Anything on the kid?"
"Currently on a field trip to the museum of natural History."
He sat back on his chair and sighed. "Of all fucking Jobs." His life consisted of nothing but Omni Man. He knew when he left for work, when he came back, what time he watched football with his son, what time he and his wife made love, the schedule for his kid's baseball league and how often his wife got his nails done. At least with other supes they would have dirty laundry to potentially blackmail them with but this man was for all intents and purposes a genuine hero. "Time to plant a seed, I'm going for a walk." He turned to one of his agents. "You're in charge of surveillance until I'm back, Come on terror." He stood up from his chair and left.
He made his way over to central Park right by the museum of natural History by metro. He finally got there after an hour, and found his target along with his group. He was sitting on a bench by himself eating a sandwich he had a cast on his arm and ate quietly while the other kids ran around and played. He smiled and walked over to him, "this seat free kid?" He asked as he pointed to the empty spot next to him.
"Go for it."
He sat down next to him then looked over at his arm. "What happened to your arm kid?"
"Fell while riding my bike."
"Ain't that a bitch." He said.
"You have a funny accent. Where are you from?"
"England, London's East end to be exact."
"Awesome, I went to England a few months ago with my parents. I went to the beatles museum in Liverpool, I went to London, Leeds and I even went north to Scotland."
"That's awesome. Never been to Scotland though, us Englishmen and Highlanders have a bit of bad blood so to speak. Say kid you wanna see something funny?"
"Umm, sure, why not?"
"See that dog over there?" He pointed to a dalmatian nearby.
"What about it?"
"Terror, fuck it."
Terror barked happily and he went over to the dog and began humping it while the owner, an older woman shrieked. "Get off of him!"
Mark began laughing hysterically, a few moments later the kids nearby heard mark laugh then saw the dogs going at it. They went and crowded near it and began to laugh while it's owner yelled angrily at the dogs and kids.
"That's the funniest thing I've seen today."
"Ain't that the truth. What's your name kid?"
"Mark. Mark Grayson." He streched out his good hand.
"Butcher, Billy Butcher." He stretched out his hand and shook his. He then pulled his badge out of his pocket. "Office of Supernatural and extraterrestrial affairs. I'm sure you've seen us on TV haven't you kid?"
"The president did a speech and all yeah, I still can't believe some of the stuff a lot of these heroes did. I looked up to some of them."
"Most heroes don't wear capes. Though to be honest, your dad isn't the average hero now isn't he?"
Mark's expression hardened. "You know about my dad?"
"Kid, we work fast, we keep track of every hero. We've been doing this long before the big man established this office. Though under another agency." He pulled out his card and handed it to him, "Though your dad is one of the good ones. Hell, he's so boring unlike the other supes we barely have anyone covering him."
"Why'd you contact me? Why give me this?"
"Because we want you to work for us instead of Vought like your dad does once you get your powers. I'm sure your dad tells you this but a lot of these supes ain't good people right?"
"He has."
"Then keep that card on you kid. When you get your powers, Or once you're an adult; if you're interested in policing and keeping these supes in line let me know, we'll give you a job along with a pretty good salary. And do me a favor will you?"
"What?"
"Don't tell your mum or dad this talk between us ever happened, hide that card well. I'll keep in touch." He stood up and walked past the kids then whistled. "Terror, let's go."
Terror stopped humping the Dalmatian and followed butcher.
Mark looked down at the card and then at Butcher. "Cool." He put the card in his pocket and continued to eat his lunch.
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Later that day
"What the fuck are you thinking?!" Mallory angrily yelled at butcher over the line. "Trying to recruit his kid?!"
"You're the one that told me Surveillance and countermeasures. It's called doing my fucking job and preparing a countermeasure."
"What if he squeals? What if his dad finds out? Do you know how much shit the president will give me when he gets my current activity report?!"
"I think he'll be downright happy we have his son as a potential asset."
"He's just a kid, kids are fucking stupid, he'll slip up."
"He won't," he shrugged. "I'll pop up here and there over the years. Slowly ease him into things."
The line went dead for a moment, then Mallory sighed. "Butcher, god help me if you fuck this up. If Omni Man even suspects you contacted his kid I will deliver you to him and let him rip you limb from limb."
"He never will."
"You better pray he doesn't."
The call ended and Butcher sighed. "What a cunt."
"Sir." He looked over and saw Rita.
"Aye?"
"We got his DNA."
"Good, send it down to CIA. Have their boys sequence it down to the smallest molecule or whatever the fuck it's made of. No one is to know we got this, and god have mercy if you fuck it up. Clear?"
"Yes sir."
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June 6th 2002
New York City
Warehouse in the Queens district
MM stood in front of The Seven save for Omni Man, besides him Vought CEO Stan Edgar was addressing The Seven.
"And finally, no one is to know of this training. Especially Omni Man, so much as any one of you squeals you're off the team. Understood?"
"Sir," Lamplighter started. "I understand we're here to train as a contingency for Omni Man. But who the fuck is this Jack Off?"
"This Jack Off, is part of the team that got that dirty laundry aired on those supes a few months ago. And the reason why the president started his new agency. So you will treat him with respect and take heed of his lessons because you damn well know you and all the Seven here have skeletons in your closet. Am I clear?"
"You're telling me this Jack Off is blackmailing us?!" He asked angrily, the flame on the lamp besides him seemed to surge.
"Yes, we are." MM stood forward and cracked his knuckles. "And I bet your ass can't even beat me in a one on one fight."
"You motherfucker!" Lamplighter took a step forward. Edgar was about to say something but MM stopped him.
"Let me make an example of him. And a good demonstration." He got into a fighting stance as Lamplighter charged at him. He shot a bolt of flame at MM but he deftly spun out of the way.
A moment later Lamplighter was right next to him. He activated his flames but was stopped short when MM delivered a right jab to his jaw and knocked out a few teeth. "Wha-" he was cut off as MM followed up with a left hook that bought him to the ground. He pinned him down and put Lamplighter's right arm around his back and slowly twisted it, causing Lamplighter to scream. "Stop! Stop!"
"You gonna stop throwing a fucking tantrum?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Good." He got off of him and kicked him in the ribs then looked at the others. "As you can see, all of you are dependent on your powers. You have no real combat experience. I'm a supe just like you all, I've been given Compound V. But unlike you all I've had combat training. My job is to turn you all, and every Supe on the planet into killing machines, to train you, help you grow stronger. If, Omni Man happens to turn on us, you will all be ready for him. Or you will die. Now, you." He pointed at Black Noir. "Step forward. We'll begin with a basic jab."
November 8th 2002
Langley
CIA Headquarters
Billy Butcher stood in the office of Susan Rayner. She held several documents in her hand as well as a briefcase.
"Butcher," she began. "I'd like to both congratulate and thank you."
"On what exactly love? All the shags I've been giving you? You finally decide to let a real man give you a baby instead of him?" He grabbed the picture of her husband and newborn kids and she scowled.
"Watch your fucking mouth butcher."
"You never tell me that when we're fucking."
"Butcher." She sighed. "That sample you gave us, we managed to decode it. The results are, unsettling."
"That fucking supe is unsettling."
"His DNA, it is 99.2 percent similar to human DNA. He is for all intents and purposes human."
"What about that remaining .8 percent then love?"
"Fascinating, miraculous, dangerous."
"Get to the point."
"These Viltrumites. They can potentially live thousands of years, their potential strength is far greater than whatever the fuck Vought can come up with. Except for maybe this." She opened up the suitcase, in it was a syringe similar to the compound V he was given when he began to work with Mallory.
"What's this?"
"Compound V, modified with the Viltrumite DNA you gave us." She replied. "As you know, normal compound V merely modifies human DNA in order for the body to develop superhuman abilities and powers. I'm not exactly a science guy like those sick fucks at the labs, but basically, this compound V works like HIV, we use a retrovirus to inject the Viltrumite DNA directly into your body. Though unlike HIV which only targets the immune cells it targets every cell in your body. The DNA in your cells will be modified and Viltrumite DNA will be added to your genetic makeup. With the addition that your cells will be programmed to produce this Viltrumite virus and it will spread to every cell until every cell in your body has viltrumite DNA."
"Every cell huh? And let me guess, you want me to be the human guinea pig?"
"Precisely." She nodded. "Though I'll be honest, all our animals in the lab died after getting injected with this. And I don't wanna even test this on any people in case this thing actually works. I can't just have some random nobody potentially be turned into a Viltrumite. You need to be the first to try it. We have a facility near HQ where we can give you medical attention should the need arise as well as take preliminary measurements."
"And if it does work?"
"Then perhaps we'll have someone to keep Omni Man in line."
"Fuck it, lead the way."
-
A few hours later
A facility in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia
Butcher stood in the middle of an empty room. They were taking measurements, his current speed, strength, and agility. He had just finished his last test and walked back to where Mallory as well as some staff and some medical equipment was ready.
"So, how'd I do?"
"According to the papers here, currently you're around 30 times stronger than the average human. And around 20 times faster. Your durability could use some work. 50 cal bullets don't harm you but anything more than that and you start to feel it."
"Sounds about right. You ready?"
"Yeah." She opened the suitcase and got the modified V out. He laid down on the medical bed. Rayner gave the V to one of the nurses and she injected it into Butcher's neck.
"How long until I feel it?"
"According to the reports I read, adverse effects started on chimpanzees at around 12 hours. You got time."
"Could use a shag."
"Fuck you."
"Pity. A pint of beer then."
Rayner glanced at a staffer and she went off.
November 9th 2002
Shenandoah Valley, Virginia
A facility hidden in the Shenandoah Valley
He laid down on a tub full of ice, he had various needles sticking out of his arm at the moment. Besides him lay a heartbeat monitor as well as a temperature monitor, he had a mask on which made breathing easier.
He felt like he was laying down on a cloud. The fevers had started about an hour ago, shortly after the 12 hour mark as Rayner said it would.
"Temperature?"
"He was at 105 a few minutes ago." The head nurse replied. "With the ice bath we got him down to 99."
"Keep him that way. Anything else?"
"Heart rate was at almost 200 a minute. We've stabilized him, currently at 90."
"And the samples?"
"Viltrumite according to the reports, his red and white blood cells so far seem to have been modified. Per the DNA tests and comparisons to Omni Man's he is currently a Viltrumite as far as we can tell ."
"Skin tissue, muscle tissue?"
"That's the thing, we've been unable to. Even cutting into it is an ordeal. We suspect the sudden genetic change coupled with the sudden infusion of compound V has jumpstarted Viltrumite development within Mr. Butcher."
"Give me a prognosis."
"Well Mrs. Rayner. So far so good, if he doesn't get any worse I suspect he'll be better within a few days."
"He better be."
She looked down at him, he found it amusing that she had a worried look in her eyes. He suddenly found everything becoming blurry, he felt so tired. He heard some beeping and began to close his eyes." He saw people moving around just before he closed them.
He found himself in his old bedroom he shared with Becky. He looked to his right and saw the bed was open and she had seemingly slipped out. He got out of bed and went down into the kitchen where Becky was cooking breakfast.
"Becky?"
She looked over at him and smiled. That smile, that beautiful smile, the same one when she told him how he looked like a panda with his two black eyes. He went over and hugged her. "Becky. You're here."
"Billy." She hugged him tightly.
"Tell me Becky. Why have you been so cold lately? Did anyone hurt you? Tell me?"
She said nothing as she turned off the stove and finished off what she was cooking. She put the sausages she was cooking on a plate of eggs and laid them on the table. There was already a cup of black coffee on it as well.
"Billy." She said as she sat down. He went over and sat down in front of his plate. "Something wonderful has happened."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"When'd you find out?"
"In Miami, during our trip. I was so nervous, I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He went over and hugged her. He looked at her belly nervously, he knew what would happen. But it never came.
The rest of the day went as normal, he went to work, grabbed a pint with the lads afterwards then got back and spent the rest of the evening with Becky. He went to bed with her, kissing her goodnight and closing his eyes. He tried to sleep but couldn't, afraid this dream would end and he would have to confront the reality of his life. Yet he dreamed.
He woke up, in the same bed he was in with Becky. He went downstairs to find her cooking the same breakfast as yesterday. She wasn't cold or tense anymore, just the old Becky.
The day passed, then the next, weeks passed and then months. That old life he lived, with Mallory, MM, Frenchie and the Lady. Maybe it was all a bad dream, a nightmare. The weeks passed and turned into months, soon enough they were in the hospital, and Becky gave birth.
He was nervous, half expecting the baby to look like Homelander. Yet it was his, black hair like his own with Becky's eyes, a boy. "What do we call him?"
He named him, after his little brother. She spent a few days in the hospital but soon enough he was back. He was afraid the dream would end there but it didn't, weeks passed then months, and he saw his son grow.
He awoke the night after his son's first birthday party. The baby was crying as he did, and Becky needed a break. He went over to his room, he turned on the lamp and got him out of his crib. He rocked him as he always did, finally putting him to sleep after a few minutes.
As he set him down he went to turn off the lamp. But he couldn't find the switch, "where the fuck is it?" He looked around for it, not finding it anywhere on the lamp. He attributed it to being exhausted and went to unplug it, only for there to be no plug and for the wire to he bound to the wall. "What the fuck?"
He stood up and went to the door, only for there to be no door. He went to the window only for there to have been no window. He was panicking now, he went to the crib, only for there to be no crib, the room was bare empty, and he began to cry out. "Becky! Becky!"
But no one answered, then everything went black. A white light appeared, then it became bigger. Then he opened his eyes, finding himself in a tub full of ice as he took a breath.
"He's back!" The nurse said.
He looked around, breathing frantically. "Where!?" He asked as he took off his mask. "Where are they?!"
"Mr. Butcher, please. You've been in and out of cardiac arrest for the last 2 hours. You need to relax." The head nurse begged.
"Where's my wife?! Where's my son?! Where damn it?! Where?!" He began to sob and break down into tears.
"What's all this about?" Rayner's voice was heard and she walked up to Butcher's bedside. "What the fuck is this?"
Butcher looked up at her. "Why?"
Rayner looked confused. "What?"
"Why did you save me you fucking bitch!? I had everything again, my wife, my kid, I was happy! And you took everything from me!"
"Pathetic." She rolled her eyes then slapped him. "Your wife is dead Butcher. Or did whatever near death experience you just went through make you forget that? Homelander is still out there, and potentially something far worse. Cry all you want, but the moment you finish bitching and venting get your ass back to work. We have a lot of tests to run on you."
She turned to the head nurse. "Keep an eye on his condition. Do whatever you see fit."
"Yes director."
New York City
Warehouse in the Queens district
MM stood in front of The Seven save for Omni Man, besides him Vought CEO Stan Edgar was addressing The Seven.
"And finally, no one is to know of this training. Especially Omni Man, so much as any one of you squeals you're off the team. Understood?"
"Sir," Lamplighter started. "I understand we're here to train as a contingency for Omni Man. But who the fuck is this Jack Off?"
"This Jack Off, is part of the team that got that dirty laundry aired on those supes a few months ago. And the reason why the president started his new agency. So you will treat him with respect and take heed of his lessons because you damn well know you and all the Seven here have skeletons in your closet. Am I clear?"
"You're telling me this Jack Off is blackmailing us?!" He asked angrily, the flame on the lamp besides him seemed to surge.
"Yes, we are." MM stood forward and cracked his knuckles. "And I bet your ass can't even beat me in a one on one fight."
"You motherfucker!" Lamplighter took a step forward. Edgar was about to say something but MM stopped him.
"Let me make an example of him. And a good demonstration." He got into a fighting stance as Lamplighter charged at him. He shot a bolt of flame at MM but he deftly spun out of the way.
A moment later Lamplighter was right next to him. He activated his flames but was stopped short when MM delivered a right jab to his jaw and knocked out a few teeth. "Wha-" he was cut off as MM followed up with a left hook that bought him to the ground. He pinned him down and put Lamplighter's right arm around his back and slowly twisted it, causing Lamplighter to scream. "Stop! Stop!"
"You gonna stop throwing a fucking tantrum?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Good." He got off of him and kicked him in the ribs then looked at the others. "As you can see, all of you are dependent on your powers. You have no real combat experience. I'm a supe just like you all, I've been given Compound V. But unlike you all I've had combat training. My job is to turn you all, and every Supe on the planet into killing machines, to train you, help you grow stronger. If, Omni Man happens to turn on us, you will all be ready for him. Or you will die. Now, you." He pointed at Black Noir. "Step forward. We'll begin with a basic jab."
November 8th 2002
Langley
CIA Headquarters
Billy Butcher stood in the office of Susan Rayner. She held several documents in her hand as well as a briefcase.
"Butcher," she began. "I'd like to both congratulate and thank you."
"On what exactly love? All the shags I've been giving you? You finally decide to let a real man give you a baby instead of him?" He grabbed the picture of her husband and newborn kids and she scowled.
"Watch your fucking mouth butcher."
"You never tell me that when we're fucking."
"Butcher." She sighed. "That sample you gave us, we managed to decode it. The results are, unsettling."
"That fucking supe is unsettling."
"His DNA, it is 99.2 percent similar to human DNA. He is for all intents and purposes human."
"What about that remaining .8 percent then love?"
"Fascinating, miraculous, dangerous."
"Get to the point."
"These Viltrumites. They can potentially live thousands of years, their potential strength is far greater than whatever the fuck Vought can come up with. Except for maybe this." She opened up the suitcase, in it was a syringe similar to the compound V he was given when he began to work with Mallory.
"What's this?"
"Compound V, modified with the Viltrumite DNA you gave us." She replied. "As you know, normal compound V merely modifies human DNA in order for the body to develop superhuman abilities and powers. I'm not exactly a science guy like those sick fucks at the labs, but basically, this compound V works like HIV, we use a retrovirus to inject the Viltrumite DNA directly into your body. Though unlike HIV which only targets the immune cells it targets every cell in your body. The DNA in your cells will be modified and Viltrumite DNA will be added to your genetic makeup. With the addition that your cells will be programmed to produce this Viltrumite virus and it will spread to every cell until every cell in your body has viltrumite DNA."
"Every cell huh? And let me guess, you want me to be the human guinea pig?"
"Precisely." She nodded. "Though I'll be honest, all our animals in the lab died after getting injected with this. And I don't wanna even test this on any people in case this thing actually works. I can't just have some random nobody potentially be turned into a Viltrumite. You need to be the first to try it. We have a facility near HQ where we can give you medical attention should the need arise as well as take preliminary measurements."
"And if it does work?"
"Then perhaps we'll have someone to keep Omni Man in line."
"Fuck it, lead the way."
-
A few hours later
A facility in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia
Butcher stood in the middle of an empty room. They were taking measurements, his current speed, strength, and agility. He had just finished his last test and walked back to where Mallory as well as some staff and some medical equipment was ready.
"So, how'd I do?"
"According to the papers here, currently you're around 30 times stronger than the average human. And around 20 times faster. Your durability could use some work. 50 cal bullets don't harm you but anything more than that and you start to feel it."
"Sounds about right. You ready?"
"Yeah." She opened the suitcase and got the modified V out. He laid down on the medical bed. Rayner gave the V to one of the nurses and she injected it into Butcher's neck.
"How long until I feel it?"
"According to the reports I read, adverse effects started on chimpanzees at around 12 hours. You got time."
"Could use a shag."
"Fuck you."
"Pity. A pint of beer then."
Rayner glanced at a staffer and she went off.
November 9th 2002
Shenandoah Valley, Virginia
A facility hidden in the Shenandoah Valley
He laid down on a tub full of ice, he had various needles sticking out of his arm at the moment. Besides him lay a heartbeat monitor as well as a temperature monitor, he had a mask on which made breathing easier.
He felt like he was laying down on a cloud. The fevers had started about an hour ago, shortly after the 12 hour mark as Rayner said it would.
"Temperature?"
"He was at 105 a few minutes ago." The head nurse replied. "With the ice bath we got him down to 99."
"Keep him that way. Anything else?"
"Heart rate was at almost 200 a minute. We've stabilized him, currently at 90."
"And the samples?"
"Viltrumite according to the reports, his red and white blood cells so far seem to have been modified. Per the DNA tests and comparisons to Omni Man's he is currently a Viltrumite as far as we can tell ."
"Skin tissue, muscle tissue?"
"That's the thing, we've been unable to. Even cutting into it is an ordeal. We suspect the sudden genetic change coupled with the sudden infusion of compound V has jumpstarted Viltrumite development within Mr. Butcher."
"Give me a prognosis."
"Well Mrs. Rayner. So far so good, if he doesn't get any worse I suspect he'll be better within a few days."
"He better be."
She looked down at him, he found it amusing that she had a worried look in her eyes. He suddenly found everything becoming blurry, he felt so tired. He heard some beeping and began to close his eyes." He saw people moving around just before he closed them.
He found himself in his old bedroom he shared with Becky. He looked to his right and saw the bed was open and she had seemingly slipped out. He got out of bed and went down into the kitchen where Becky was cooking breakfast.
"Becky?"
She looked over at him and smiled. That smile, that beautiful smile, the same one when she told him how he looked like a panda with his two black eyes. He went over and hugged her. "Becky. You're here."
"Billy." She hugged him tightly.
"Tell me Becky. Why have you been so cold lately? Did anyone hurt you? Tell me?"
She said nothing as she turned off the stove and finished off what she was cooking. She put the sausages she was cooking on a plate of eggs and laid them on the table. There was already a cup of black coffee on it as well.
"Billy." She said as she sat down. He went over and sat down in front of his plate. "Something wonderful has happened."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"When'd you find out?"
"In Miami, during our trip. I was so nervous, I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He went over and hugged her. He looked at her belly nervously, he knew what would happen. But it never came.
The rest of the day went as normal, he went to work, grabbed a pint with the lads afterwards then got back and spent the rest of the evening with Becky. He went to bed with her, kissing her goodnight and closing his eyes. He tried to sleep but couldn't, afraid this dream would end and he would have to confront the reality of his life. Yet he dreamed.
He woke up, in the same bed he was in with Becky. He went downstairs to find her cooking the same breakfast as yesterday. She wasn't cold or tense anymore, just the old Becky.
The day passed, then the next, weeks passed and then months. That old life he lived, with Mallory, MM, Frenchie and the Lady. Maybe it was all a bad dream, a nightmare. The weeks passed and turned into months, soon enough they were in the hospital, and Becky gave birth.
He was nervous, half expecting the baby to look like Homelander. Yet it was his, black hair like his own with Becky's eyes, a boy. "What do we call him?"
He named him, after his little brother. She spent a few days in the hospital but soon enough he was back. He was afraid the dream would end there but it didn't, weeks passed then months, and he saw his son grow.
He awoke the night after his son's first birthday party. The baby was crying as he did, and Becky needed a break. He went over to his room, he turned on the lamp and got him out of his crib. He rocked him as he always did, finally putting him to sleep after a few minutes.
As he set him down he went to turn off the lamp. But he couldn't find the switch, "where the fuck is it?" He looked around for it, not finding it anywhere on the lamp. He attributed it to being exhausted and went to unplug it, only for there to be no plug and for the wire to he bound to the wall. "What the fuck?"
He stood up and went to the door, only for there to be no door. He went to the window only for there to have been no window. He was panicking now, he went to the crib, only for there to be no crib, the room was bare empty, and he began to cry out. "Becky! Becky!"
But no one answered, then everything went black. A white light appeared, then it became bigger. Then he opened his eyes, finding himself in a tub full of ice as he took a breath.
"He's back!" The nurse said.
He looked around, breathing frantically. "Where!?" He asked as he took off his mask. "Where are they?!"
"Mr. Butcher, please. You've been in and out of cardiac arrest for the last 2 hours. You need to relax." The head nurse begged.
"Where's my wife?! Where's my son?! Where damn it?! Where?!" He began to sob and break down into tears.
"What's all this about?" Rayner's voice was heard and she walked up to Butcher's bedside. "What the fuck is this?"
Butcher looked up at her. "Why?"
Rayner looked confused. "What?"
"Why did you save me you fucking bitch!? I had everything again, my wife, my kid, I was happy! And you took everything from me!"
"Pathetic." She rolled her eyes then slapped him. "Your wife is dead Butcher. Or did whatever near death experience you just went through make you forget that? Homelander is still out there, and potentially something far worse. Cry all you want, but the moment you finish bitching and venting get your ass back to work. We have a lot of tests to run on you."
She turned to the head nurse. "Keep an eye on his condition. Do whatever you see fit."
"Yes director."
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November 12th 2002
Virginia
A facility in the Shenandoah Valley
Susan Rayner watched in awe as Butcher shrugged off several barrages of Javelin's, Stingers and Tow Missiles. His clothes unfortunately were singed, she noticed his naked body was filled with several small cuts and a few bruises as he walked up to her and her team.
"Run an MRI scan, and an X ray." She commanded the head nurse and the researchers she was with.
"How much longer am I going to be cooped up in 'ere love?" He flashed a cocky smile at her. "I'd rather be in a firing range outside than be stuck in some large empty room."
"As long as it takes. Now that you're a Viltrumite in all but name we're going to test everything in our arsenal until something makes you flinch or scream in pain."
"You get off on this don't you? I can get you off another way you know."
"Is that how your 'wife and son' would like to hear you ta-" he cut her off as he grabbed her by the neck and held her up in the air. The staff all stood in fear and some of the security drew their guns out but Rayner held her hand up.
"I don't give a shit what you say or do to me Rayner. But you ever, bring my Becky up again. And I will kill you, then I will go to your husband's house and rip his head off, then finish off with your kids. Nod if you hear me."
She nodded and he dropped her on the floor. "You better finish your fucking tests fast, I'm getting bored here love."
"Fucking lunatic." She said as she caught her breath. One of her assistants came up to her.
"Director, is everything ok?"
"Not until we find a weakness on him."
"We've gone through every type of small arms and hand held rockets used by the military."
"Then we gotta up the ante. Contact the marine base in Quantico and see if we can borrow a few HIMARS and Abrams. We'll probably need to move somewhere"
"Ma'am?"
"That's an order."
-
November 20th 2002
Nevada
Area 51
"I'm freezing my balls off here, hurry up."
"You're the one that said you wanted a change in scenery Butcher. Now stop bitching."
"Bitch."
"ETA is 15 seconds, see you in a bit." The earpiece went dead and he was stuck waiting.
Just then he could hear it, the F-15 Phantom headed straight to him filled with cluster munitions. A few seconds later it was on top on him and zipped past him as it dropped it's payload.
A few seconds later he felt the temperature rising as well as an intense wave of pressure coming from all directions and seemingly trying to push him around but he simply brushed it off and he stood his ground.
The heat and dust receded after around a minute. He looked down at his body, his clothes were burnt off as always and he saw a few scorch marks and bruises on him but nothing too serious. He took a breath, and he felt nothing wrong, though he coughed due to breathing in some dust but after around a minute he was breathing normally.
"And now we wait." He sat down on the ground as he waited for Rayner and her people.
15 minutes later he spotted a Humvee racing down the desert and stopping right next to him. Rayner and a few of her staff came out. "Jesus." She shook her head. "This isn't even funny anymore, cluster bombs and only a few bruises and cuts."
"We going nuclear then hun?"
"At this point I doubt that might work."
"You never know."
"No." She shook her head. "Starting tomorrow we're going biological and chemical."
"Ohh boy." Butcher rolled his eyes as she threw him a trenchcoat.
"And put that on." She barked at him.
-
November 25th 2002
Maryland
Fort Detrick
Susan Rayner and her staff stood in front of 5 inches of bulletproof glass. On the other side of the glass they looked into a sealed room filled with Sarin gas so thick they couldn't even see Butcher's shadow. She found the gas mask she was wearing rather stuffy.
She looked at her watch then snapped her fingers. "Stop releasing the gas. Start withdrawing it from the chamber."
Slowly, the gas began to leave the room. And much to her displeasure she found Butcher sitting on the chair given to him with a bored expression. She pulled out a radio. "Did you even bother breathing?"
"I did love. Look." He took a deep breath like it was nothing and laid back. "Guess this one is out of the question."
"No shit." She sighed as she glanced at her team. "Get a cleanup crew in there. Is that everything we have in our chemical pile?"
"Yes ma'am." One of her staff said.
"Jesus." She shook her head. "What the fuck do we even got then?"
"We still have sonic weapons, there's one still in development we could try."
"At this point I'm willing to try anything."
A few hours later Butcher was in s brand new room, this time there was a device known as a LRAD or Long Range Acoustic Device. Besides the device a soldier wearing ear protection stood waiting for the order to fire the device.
"Start from 20 hz." Rayner said over her radio to the soldier. "Then slowly amp it up until it's at 20 thousand."
"Yes ma'am." The soldier stepped behind the device and turned it on. Almost immediately butcher was blasted with a low frequency sound but felt nothing asides from some discomfort.
"Begin intensifying the frequency."
"Yes director." The soldier slowly turned the dial and the frequency began to rise.
"30, 40, 50, 60." The frequency kept rising yet butcher was unfased.
30 minutes passed, the frequency kept slowly increasing, they were currently somewhere at around 18 thousand, they'd lost count long ago. Suddenly, butcher covered his ears and briefly bent over in pain until the frequency they were in passed and he was better again. "Stop." She called on her radio. "Bring the frequency down to where it was around 5 seconds ago."
The soldier followed his orders and the frequency was slowly lowered, once again Butcher bent over in pain and was screaming in agony until it passed the frequency. "Closer." She said on her radio. "Stop when he's in pain."
They continued for around 30 seconds until they isolated the specific frequency.
"Do it again." Rayner called on her radio. The device emitted the sound and Butcher screamed out in pain. Rayner couldn't help but smile. "Write a report and get this over to Mallory then to the white house. We might have a chance here."
Virginia
A facility in the Shenandoah Valley
Susan Rayner watched in awe as Butcher shrugged off several barrages of Javelin's, Stingers and Tow Missiles. His clothes unfortunately were singed, she noticed his naked body was filled with several small cuts and a few bruises as he walked up to her and her team.
"Run an MRI scan, and an X ray." She commanded the head nurse and the researchers she was with.
"How much longer am I going to be cooped up in 'ere love?" He flashed a cocky smile at her. "I'd rather be in a firing range outside than be stuck in some large empty room."
"As long as it takes. Now that you're a Viltrumite in all but name we're going to test everything in our arsenal until something makes you flinch or scream in pain."
"You get off on this don't you? I can get you off another way you know."
"Is that how your 'wife and son' would like to hear you ta-" he cut her off as he grabbed her by the neck and held her up in the air. The staff all stood in fear and some of the security drew their guns out but Rayner held her hand up.
"I don't give a shit what you say or do to me Rayner. But you ever, bring my Becky up again. And I will kill you, then I will go to your husband's house and rip his head off, then finish off with your kids. Nod if you hear me."
She nodded and he dropped her on the floor. "You better finish your fucking tests fast, I'm getting bored here love."
"Fucking lunatic." She said as she caught her breath. One of her assistants came up to her.
"Director, is everything ok?"
"Not until we find a weakness on him."
"We've gone through every type of small arms and hand held rockets used by the military."
"Then we gotta up the ante. Contact the marine base in Quantico and see if we can borrow a few HIMARS and Abrams. We'll probably need to move somewhere"
"Ma'am?"
"That's an order."
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November 20th 2002
Nevada
Area 51
"I'm freezing my balls off here, hurry up."
"You're the one that said you wanted a change in scenery Butcher. Now stop bitching."
"Bitch."
"ETA is 15 seconds, see you in a bit." The earpiece went dead and he was stuck waiting.
Just then he could hear it, the F-15 Phantom headed straight to him filled with cluster munitions. A few seconds later it was on top on him and zipped past him as it dropped it's payload.
A few seconds later he felt the temperature rising as well as an intense wave of pressure coming from all directions and seemingly trying to push him around but he simply brushed it off and he stood his ground.
The heat and dust receded after around a minute. He looked down at his body, his clothes were burnt off as always and he saw a few scorch marks and bruises on him but nothing too serious. He took a breath, and he felt nothing wrong, though he coughed due to breathing in some dust but after around a minute he was breathing normally.
"And now we wait." He sat down on the ground as he waited for Rayner and her people.
15 minutes later he spotted a Humvee racing down the desert and stopping right next to him. Rayner and a few of her staff came out. "Jesus." She shook her head. "This isn't even funny anymore, cluster bombs and only a few bruises and cuts."
"We going nuclear then hun?"
"At this point I doubt that might work."
"You never know."
"No." She shook her head. "Starting tomorrow we're going biological and chemical."
"Ohh boy." Butcher rolled his eyes as she threw him a trenchcoat.
"And put that on." She barked at him.
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November 25th 2002
Maryland
Fort Detrick
Susan Rayner and her staff stood in front of 5 inches of bulletproof glass. On the other side of the glass they looked into a sealed room filled with Sarin gas so thick they couldn't even see Butcher's shadow. She found the gas mask she was wearing rather stuffy.
She looked at her watch then snapped her fingers. "Stop releasing the gas. Start withdrawing it from the chamber."
Slowly, the gas began to leave the room. And much to her displeasure she found Butcher sitting on the chair given to him with a bored expression. She pulled out a radio. "Did you even bother breathing?"
"I did love. Look." He took a deep breath like it was nothing and laid back. "Guess this one is out of the question."
"No shit." She sighed as she glanced at her team. "Get a cleanup crew in there. Is that everything we have in our chemical pile?"
"Yes ma'am." One of her staff said.
"Jesus." She shook her head. "What the fuck do we even got then?"
"We still have sonic weapons, there's one still in development we could try."
"At this point I'm willing to try anything."
A few hours later Butcher was in s brand new room, this time there was a device known as a LRAD or Long Range Acoustic Device. Besides the device a soldier wearing ear protection stood waiting for the order to fire the device.
"Start from 20 hz." Rayner said over her radio to the soldier. "Then slowly amp it up until it's at 20 thousand."
"Yes ma'am." The soldier stepped behind the device and turned it on. Almost immediately butcher was blasted with a low frequency sound but felt nothing asides from some discomfort.
"Begin intensifying the frequency."
"Yes director." The soldier slowly turned the dial and the frequency began to rise.
"30, 40, 50, 60." The frequency kept rising yet butcher was unfased.
30 minutes passed, the frequency kept slowly increasing, they were currently somewhere at around 18 thousand, they'd lost count long ago. Suddenly, butcher covered his ears and briefly bent over in pain until the frequency they were in passed and he was better again. "Stop." She called on her radio. "Bring the frequency down to where it was around 5 seconds ago."
The soldier followed his orders and the frequency was slowly lowered, once again Butcher bent over in pain and was screaming in agony until it passed the frequency. "Closer." She said on her radio. "Stop when he's in pain."
They continued for around 30 seconds until they isolated the specific frequency.
"Do it again." Rayner called on her radio. The device emitted the sound and Butcher screamed out in pain. Rayner couldn't help but smile. "Write a report and get this over to Mallory then to the white house. We might have a chance here."
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Nice. Mass producing hybrid human viltrumites would kickstart a new war, as is proper.
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December 10th, 2002
The Seven Satellite
New York City, New York
"Are you fucking kidding me? Another alien?"
"Exactly." Stan Edgar's voice rang out over the phone. "Get the others down there and put a stop to it. Put that training those jackasses from Supernatural Affairs gave you to use."
"And Omni-Man?"
"He's been told to hang back. Now move. This alien already made short work of Teenage Kix."
The line went dead. Homelander exhaled sharply and put down the phone. Behind him, the other members of The Seven stood waiting.
"Edgar said we're going in," he announced.
"And Omni-Man?" Maeve asked.
"What about him?"
"Is he joining us?"
"He's been told to hang back. Now let's go."
Without another word, Homelander flew out of the satellite, the others following close behind.
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Times Square, New York City
A few minutes later, they arrived.
The scene was chaos. An orange-skinned creature almost resembling Jack from Jupiter, save for its excessive muscle mass and single, bulging eye stood in the center of Times Square. Around it, the battered bodies of Teenage Kix lay strewn across the pavement, groaning in pain or motionless altogether.
Allen the Unopan frowned as he looked over the fallen fighters. So far, Urath's champions were disappointing. He had come expecting warriors. Instead, he had found this.
"Holy shit, it's Homelander!" someone in the crowd shouted and Allen turned to the new champion that floated down to face him.
The panic of the crowd turned to an uneasy cheer.
The alien turned toward them, eye narrowing. "Are you strong?"
Homelander raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You speak English? That makes this easy." He stepped forward, flexing his fingers. "Leave this planet now, or suffer the consequences."
Allen smiled, cracking his knuckles. "This should be fun." He dropped into a fighting stance.
At that moment, the rest of The Seven arrived—everyone except Omni-Man.
"Get ready," Homelander ordered. His eyes ignited with red light, and a beam of searing energy shot straight at the alien's single eye.
It hit its mark.
Allen let out a roar of pain, clutching at his face.
"Now!" Homelander barked.
Lamplighter struck first, unleashing bursts of flame that engulfed the alien. Maeve, The Deep, Black Noir, and Jack joined in, hammering him with a relentless barrage of blows. The attacks seemed to push Allen back, staggering him under the onslaught. Homelander soared above them, sending another laser blast that struck Allen square in the chest.
For a moment, it looked like they had him.
Homelander smirked, descending rapidly, ready to finish the job—
Then Allen counterattacked.
Black Noir was the first to fall, sent crashing to the ground, twitching violently.
Maeve, Lamplighter, and The Deep followed, each crushed under a storm of brutal strikes.
"Carpo!" Jack shouted, activating his invulnerability just in time. He stood firm as Allen unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, absorbing them—until a single devastating right hook connected with his ribs. A sickening crack rang out. Jack staggered, coughing up blood.
Homelander hovered above, frozen.
Allen glanced up at him.
In a blur, the alien was airborne, closing the gap. His fist met Homelander's jaw with a brutal impact, sending him careening into the pavement below.
The crowd erupted into panic.
Allen exhaled, disappointed.
Thirty seconds later, Omni-Man arrived.
The battle was short.
Omni-Man and the Unopan traded blows, each strike shattering windows and shaking buildings. For a time, they seemed evenly matched. But slowly, the tide shifted.
Omni-Man had been holding back.
When he finally stopped pulling his punches, it was over in seconds. He delivered a final, crushing blow right in the Unopan's abdomen, sending Allen hurtling into the sky, disappearing beyond the atmosphere.
Omni-Man landed where Homelander lay, extending a hand.
"Are you alright?" His voice was calm, but his eyes seemed uncaring, like a man looking at an insect.
Homelander stared at the hand, jaw clenched despite the pain. Then, with a snarl, he slapped it away and struggled to his feet. Without another word, he took off, heading back toward the satellite.
Omni-Man watched him go, then turned his gaze upward, where Allen had vanished into the void.
He hadn't let this loose in decades and it felt so refreshing.
Next time he'd try to savor the fight a little longer.
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The Seven Satellite, New York City
"Son of a bitch!"
Homelander roared as his fist shattered the bathroom mirror. Fragments of glass rained down into the sink, but he barely noticed. All that training from that bastard in Extraterrestrial Affairs, getting tossed around like a damn ragdoll—only to be humiliated. To be saved. By him.
Omni-Man.
Who the hell did he think he was? Did he actually believe Homelander needed his help? He was Homelander. He was the top hero. Not that fucking alien.
His fists clenched. His breathing was ragged. The fractured and broken reflection stared back at him and only fueled his rage.
He stormed out of the bathroom, marching straight to the hangar. The rest of The Seven were already there, along with Omni-Man, who had just returned to base.
"Homelander." Omni-Man's voice was cold, indifferent. "We should contact Edgar. He'll want to debrief us."
"Later," Homelander muttered, his tone just as cold.
"Is everything o—"
Omni-Man reached out, but Homelander slapped his hand away.
"Don't fucking touch me," he hissed. "You think you're better than me?!"
"John, what are y—"
"Don't you fucking use my name so casually, Nolan." Homelander's chest heaved with fury. "I'm in charge of The Seven. Not you."
Nolan's expression darkened. His usual calm, almost indifferent demeanor turned ice-cold. "Is this how the world's 'strongest' hero acts? Throwing a tantrum because he got beaten? Because he had to be saved by his comrade?"
Homelander's eyes darted to the others. "You see that?!" he snapped, gesturing wildly. "He fucking looks down on us! No matter what we do, he'll always look down on us!"
"Homelander, calm your—"
"Fuck you, Nolan!"
Before anyone could react, Homelander shot into the air, exiting the hangar in a sonic boom and diving down toward New York City.
---
The skies above New York
He flew aimlessly. His mind raced, his vision burned red-hot with fury.
He needed to hurt something. Anything.
Then, a thought crept into his mind. A cruel, wicked thought.
A slow smile formed on his lips as he changed course.
A minute later, he hovered over Astoria, Queens, 200 feet above the Grayson household.
He activated his X-ray vision.
Two figures inside—a woman and a teenager.
Perfect.
Fuck Vought. Fuck Edgar. Fuck Omni-Man. He didn't care anymore. To hell with the consequences. No one humiliated him like that and got away with it. And what a tragedy it would be. A gas explosion. A freak accident. How sad.
His eyes glowed, the crimson energy building up.
Then he felt it.
A hand on his shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate."
The voice was deep, laced with a British accent. Calm, almost amused.
But the grip was tight, crushing, commanding. It made Homelander feel something he'd felt when facing that alien earlier today.
Fear.
For the second time today, he felt fear.
Slowly, he turned.
The man floating behind him was built like a tank—muscular, broad-shouldered, and powerful. Jet-black hair, a square jaw, and eyes filled with hate. A seething, controlled rage barely kept in check.
Homelander swallowed. "Who are you?"
The man smirked. "Why don't we have a chat, cunt."
The grip on his shoulder tightened—then they were moving.
Up.
Higher.
Above the clouds.
The city disappeared below. Even the airliners now looked like ants in the sky.
The man let go. Homelander floated in place, fists clenching.
"Now then," the man said, arms crossed. "I'll say it once, Homelander. The Grayson family. Off limits."
Homelander's eye twitched. "Who are you?"
The man's smirk widened. "A close friend of M.M. A coworker. Call me Butcher."
"You can't do this to m—"
The words barely left his mouth before Butcher's fist smashed into his face.
CRACK.
Pain exploded through his face. His nose was shattered in an instant. He barely had time to register it before he screamed, clutching his face as blood streamed from his nostrils.
Butcher threw his head back and laughed.
"You don't realize," he said, cracking his knuckles, "how long I've wanted to do this."
And he hit him again.
Harder.
The Seven Satellite
New York City, New York
"Are you fucking kidding me? Another alien?"
"Exactly." Stan Edgar's voice rang out over the phone. "Get the others down there and put a stop to it. Put that training those jackasses from Supernatural Affairs gave you to use."
"And Omni-Man?"
"He's been told to hang back. Now move. This alien already made short work of Teenage Kix."
The line went dead. Homelander exhaled sharply and put down the phone. Behind him, the other members of The Seven stood waiting.
"Edgar said we're going in," he announced.
"And Omni-Man?" Maeve asked.
"What about him?"
"Is he joining us?"
"He's been told to hang back. Now let's go."
Without another word, Homelander flew out of the satellite, the others following close behind.
---
Times Square, New York City
A few minutes later, they arrived.
The scene was chaos. An orange-skinned creature almost resembling Jack from Jupiter, save for its excessive muscle mass and single, bulging eye stood in the center of Times Square. Around it, the battered bodies of Teenage Kix lay strewn across the pavement, groaning in pain or motionless altogether.
Allen the Unopan frowned as he looked over the fallen fighters. So far, Urath's champions were disappointing. He had come expecting warriors. Instead, he had found this.
"Holy shit, it's Homelander!" someone in the crowd shouted and Allen turned to the new champion that floated down to face him.
The panic of the crowd turned to an uneasy cheer.
The alien turned toward them, eye narrowing. "Are you strong?"
Homelander raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You speak English? That makes this easy." He stepped forward, flexing his fingers. "Leave this planet now, or suffer the consequences."
Allen smiled, cracking his knuckles. "This should be fun." He dropped into a fighting stance.
At that moment, the rest of The Seven arrived—everyone except Omni-Man.
"Get ready," Homelander ordered. His eyes ignited with red light, and a beam of searing energy shot straight at the alien's single eye.
It hit its mark.
Allen let out a roar of pain, clutching at his face.
"Now!" Homelander barked.
Lamplighter struck first, unleashing bursts of flame that engulfed the alien. Maeve, The Deep, Black Noir, and Jack joined in, hammering him with a relentless barrage of blows. The attacks seemed to push Allen back, staggering him under the onslaught. Homelander soared above them, sending another laser blast that struck Allen square in the chest.
For a moment, it looked like they had him.
Homelander smirked, descending rapidly, ready to finish the job—
Then Allen counterattacked.
Black Noir was the first to fall, sent crashing to the ground, twitching violently.
Maeve, Lamplighter, and The Deep followed, each crushed under a storm of brutal strikes.
"Carpo!" Jack shouted, activating his invulnerability just in time. He stood firm as Allen unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, absorbing them—until a single devastating right hook connected with his ribs. A sickening crack rang out. Jack staggered, coughing up blood.
Homelander hovered above, frozen.
Allen glanced up at him.
In a blur, the alien was airborne, closing the gap. His fist met Homelander's jaw with a brutal impact, sending him careening into the pavement below.
The crowd erupted into panic.
Allen exhaled, disappointed.
Thirty seconds later, Omni-Man arrived.
The battle was short.
Omni-Man and the Unopan traded blows, each strike shattering windows and shaking buildings. For a time, they seemed evenly matched. But slowly, the tide shifted.
Omni-Man had been holding back.
When he finally stopped pulling his punches, it was over in seconds. He delivered a final, crushing blow right in the Unopan's abdomen, sending Allen hurtling into the sky, disappearing beyond the atmosphere.
Omni-Man landed where Homelander lay, extending a hand.
"Are you alright?" His voice was calm, but his eyes seemed uncaring, like a man looking at an insect.
Homelander stared at the hand, jaw clenched despite the pain. Then, with a snarl, he slapped it away and struggled to his feet. Without another word, he took off, heading back toward the satellite.
Omni-Man watched him go, then turned his gaze upward, where Allen had vanished into the void.
He hadn't let this loose in decades and it felt so refreshing.
Next time he'd try to savor the fight a little longer.
--
The Seven Satellite, New York City
"Son of a bitch!"
Homelander roared as his fist shattered the bathroom mirror. Fragments of glass rained down into the sink, but he barely noticed. All that training from that bastard in Extraterrestrial Affairs, getting tossed around like a damn ragdoll—only to be humiliated. To be saved. By him.
Omni-Man.
Who the hell did he think he was? Did he actually believe Homelander needed his help? He was Homelander. He was the top hero. Not that fucking alien.
His fists clenched. His breathing was ragged. The fractured and broken reflection stared back at him and only fueled his rage.
He stormed out of the bathroom, marching straight to the hangar. The rest of The Seven were already there, along with Omni-Man, who had just returned to base.
"Homelander." Omni-Man's voice was cold, indifferent. "We should contact Edgar. He'll want to debrief us."
"Later," Homelander muttered, his tone just as cold.
"Is everything o—"
Omni-Man reached out, but Homelander slapped his hand away.
"Don't fucking touch me," he hissed. "You think you're better than me?!"
"John, what are y—"
"Don't you fucking use my name so casually, Nolan." Homelander's chest heaved with fury. "I'm in charge of The Seven. Not you."
Nolan's expression darkened. His usual calm, almost indifferent demeanor turned ice-cold. "Is this how the world's 'strongest' hero acts? Throwing a tantrum because he got beaten? Because he had to be saved by his comrade?"
Homelander's eyes darted to the others. "You see that?!" he snapped, gesturing wildly. "He fucking looks down on us! No matter what we do, he'll always look down on us!"
"Homelander, calm your—"
"Fuck you, Nolan!"
Before anyone could react, Homelander shot into the air, exiting the hangar in a sonic boom and diving down toward New York City.
---
The skies above New York
He flew aimlessly. His mind raced, his vision burned red-hot with fury.
He needed to hurt something. Anything.
Then, a thought crept into his mind. A cruel, wicked thought.
A slow smile formed on his lips as he changed course.
A minute later, he hovered over Astoria, Queens, 200 feet above the Grayson household.
He activated his X-ray vision.
Two figures inside—a woman and a teenager.
Perfect.
Fuck Vought. Fuck Edgar. Fuck Omni-Man. He didn't care anymore. To hell with the consequences. No one humiliated him like that and got away with it. And what a tragedy it would be. A gas explosion. A freak accident. How sad.
His eyes glowed, the crimson energy building up.
Then he felt it.
A hand on his shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate."
The voice was deep, laced with a British accent. Calm, almost amused.
But the grip was tight, crushing, commanding. It made Homelander feel something he'd felt when facing that alien earlier today.
Fear.
For the second time today, he felt fear.
Slowly, he turned.
The man floating behind him was built like a tank—muscular, broad-shouldered, and powerful. Jet-black hair, a square jaw, and eyes filled with hate. A seething, controlled rage barely kept in check.
Homelander swallowed. "Who are you?"
The man smirked. "Why don't we have a chat, cunt."
The grip on his shoulder tightened—then they were moving.
Up.
Higher.
Above the clouds.
The city disappeared below. Even the airliners now looked like ants in the sky.
The man let go. Homelander floated in place, fists clenching.
"Now then," the man said, arms crossed. "I'll say it once, Homelander. The Grayson family. Off limits."
Homelander's eye twitched. "Who are you?"
The man's smirk widened. "A close friend of M.M. A coworker. Call me Butcher."
"You can't do this to m—"
The words barely left his mouth before Butcher's fist smashed into his face.
CRACK.
Pain exploded through his face. His nose was shattered in an instant. He barely had time to register it before he screamed, clutching his face as blood streamed from his nostrils.
Butcher threw his head back and laughed.
"You don't realize," he said, cracking his knuckles, "how long I've wanted to do this."
And he hit him again.
Harder.
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Like Butcher's wallops, keep it coming!
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Comics, the title of the story literally says it's the comic version
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Neat. I think the involvement of Stan Edgar doing what would usually be James Stillwell's job was throwing me.
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I hope viltrumite hybrid has a major flaw like shorter lifespan than normal human, weaker than the real viltrumite and incapable of having children.
Because I don't think earth tech can make the power cloning. If cloning viltrumite power is that easy coalition of the planet should already have millions of viltrumite.
Because I don't think earth tech can make the power cloning. If cloning viltrumite power is that easy coalition of the planet should already have millions of viltrumite.
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Nice crossover! I'm very much hoping that you won't include some stuff from Boys comic,even awful stupid shit like antman ass break from the how doesn't compare to comic counterparts with almost every supe being some sort of sick psycho.Will you include some Invincible powers as Compound V like Levi's alternate dimension's?
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Hmm, there are large differences in how powerful Viltrumites are as shown with the flashback of the culling, how some Viltrumites just flew through one other to kill only to get stomped by another, Nolan is in the 0.01% range, even if they have a 1000 of these guys modified by Viltrumite Genetics, Nolan could massacre them. The remaining Viltrumites are all Elites of Elites.
And in this world, is Mark even going to side with Earth over Nolan?
He already got disappointed with supes, all Nolan has to do is show Mark all the things Vought, governments do.
And in this world, is Mark even going to side with Earth over Nolan?
He already got disappointed with supes, all Nolan has to do is show Mark all the things Vought, governments do.
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December 10th, 2002
Above the Skies of Queens
New York City
Butcher laughed hysterically as Homelander cried out in pain, blood spilling from his mouth after taking a brutal right hook to the liver.
"Never thought I'd genuinely laugh again after what you did to my wife," Butcher sneered, floating closer. He grabbed Homelander by the chin, tilting his head up to face him.
"Why are you doing this?" Homelander gasped, struggling to hold back another wave of blood.
"Well, for starters, I can't have Omni-Man go rogue just because you threw a tantrum. Today's been a real eye-opener—for us boys at the department, for the president... and for me." Butcher smirked before slamming his forehead into Homelander's skull, cracking it open.
"Let me tell you a story, shall I?" He tightened his grip, watching as Homelander winced. "A couple goes on vacation to the U.S. They see the sights, even catch The Seven in action. Then they return home. But something's off. The wife starts acting distant. The husband thinks he did something wrong, but she won't say a word. A few months later, in the dead of night, she bleeds out, screaming, as a premature supe baby rips its way out of her belly. And the husband? He's forced to watch. Forced to kill that abomination with a lamp before it lasers through the whole goddamn house. Then the government steps in. Hands him a check, tells him to keep his mouth shut—or they'll pin the deaths on him."
Butcher's voice seethed with rage. He rolled up his right sleeve, revealing two burn scars along his forearm. Then, without warning, he smashed another fist into Homelander's face, sending more teeth flying.
"You don't understand how badly I want to rip you apart limb from limb," Butcher growled. He flew up, grabbing Homelander by the throat, squeezing just enough to make him struggle. "But lucky for you, Vought still finds you and the other bastards in The Seven useful. So I'll give you a choice. Go back to your fucking satellite, get patched up, and tell them whatever you want. Say you fell down some stairs or ay it was me, please say it was me. Do that, and I'll show them the footage of you showing up at Omni-Man's house and me stopping you. Then I finally get an excuse to finish you off. Or..."
Butcher grinned and raised his fist, cocking it back. Homelander flinched.
Butcher let him go.
Homelander gasped for air, eyes wide with fear. "O-Okay..." he whimpered. "Okay… please… I—I'm sorry..."
"Sure you are."
Butcher grabbed Homelander's right arm by the elbow and crushed it in his grip. A sickening crack echoed through the sky, followed by Homelander's agonized scream.
"That was for Becky," Butcher muttered. He pulled out a picture from his pocket, holding it up to Homelander's bloodied face. "You'd better damn well remember that name."
Then, without another word, he flew off, leaving Homelander broken and humiliated above the city.
Homelander glanced down at the streets below, shaking, before limping back toward The Seven's satellite.
Inside, he landed with a stumble, barely able to stand as he entered the meeting room.
"Homelander?" Maeve raised an eyebrow. "What the hell happened?"
"Nothing," he muttered, shaking his head as he slumped into his chair at the head of the table. "Just… call a damn doctor."
April 7th, 2003
Queens
New York City
Butcher watched his screen as Debbie and Nolan climbed into a taxi that Monday morning. He tracked the vehicle as it made its way to LaGuardia International Airport. In a few hours, they'd be in their seats, flying off to Paris.
Perfect.
Removing his headphones, Butcher left the warehouse they were renting and made his way toward Mark's school. He kept his distance, watching as the kid walked out with his friends. Eventually, Mark split off, heading home alone.
That was his moment.
Launching from the rooftop where he'd been perched, Butcher landed a block away in a nearby alley. As Mark approached, he stepped onto the sidewalk, 'coincidentally' crossing paths with him.
"Well, well. Little Omni-Man Junior," Butcher greeted with a grin.
"Mr. Butcher?" Mark blinked in surprise. "It's been a while."
"I see your arm's better. Your parents just went on a trip, yeah?"
"Yeah, to Paris," Mark nodded.
Butcher crossed his arms. "Say, kid, I was about to run a mission. Wanna tag along?"
Mark tilted his head. "A mission? What kind?"
"Remember our chat? About how a lot of these supes aren't exactly saints?"
Mark's expression hardened. "I do."
"Well, turns out I've got info on one of 'em. And I plan to put a stop to it. Tonight." Butcher floated an inch off the ground.
Mark's eyes widened. "Wait—you have powers?!"
"Shh." Butcher landed again, smirking. "That's a secret. But yeah. So, what do you say? Wanna join?"
Mark hesitated. "I... I have homework tonight."
Butcher chuckled. "I can have someone take care of that."
Mark considered it for a moment. "...Alright. Let me drop my stuff off first."
They made their way to Mark's house, where Butcher placed a quick call. Within minutes, one of his underlings was en route to do Mark's homework.
Then, slipping out through the backyard, Butcher grabbed Mark and took off into the sky, flying straight toward Manhattan.
As they soared over the city, Mark grinned. "That was awesome! My dad never takes me flying—he's always busy."
"Another secret to keep between us, son," Butcher said with a smirk as they landed on top of a building in midtown Manhattan across a particular hotel. He pointed ahead. "Now… see that building over there?"
Mark followed his gaze. "Yeah."
"Even you've heard of Capes for Christ, right? And Oh Father?"
Mark frowned. "Dad says to stay away from him. Says he's dangerous."
"You should listen to your old man more often, kid. He's right." Butcher studied Mark's face before continuing. "Say, in school, they teach sex ed and all that jazz at your age, right?"
"They do, yeah."
"Did they get to the part about sexual abuse?"
Mark blinked. "No... Why? What's that?"
Butcher sighed. "You know where babies come from, yeah?"
"Yeah. It's gross."
"It is. But imagine that happening while the other person says they don't want it—but it keeps happening anyway. That's what Oh Father does to his sidekicks. Kids your age."
Mark's expression darkened.
"Your dad was right to tell you to stay away. Oh Father's a depraved bastard." Butcher pulled out a laptop and opened a dossier, selecting a video file. "Here."
The screen flickered to life. The footage showed Oh Father in a dimly lit room with a boy around Mark's age. The man ordered the boy to undress. When he hesitated, Oh Father stripped down himself before forcing himself onto the kid. Butcher shut the video off.
Mark looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"The same thing happens to every one of his sidekick," Butcher said, voice flat. "Now that I have enough evidence I'm ending that tonight. Just do me a favor will you?"
Mark swallowed hard. "What?"
"If you feel uncomfortable and wanna go just let me know kid. You're free to go back anytime."
"No." He shook his head. "It's fine."
"Perfect." He nodded in approval. "Now we wait then."
"For what?"
"The Capes for Christ event is still going on. Once it wraps up, we handle Oh Father once he's back in his hotel room."
They perched on the rooftop for hours, watching the event unfold across the street. To pass the time, they swapped stories—some light, some heavy. When the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon took its place, Butcher reached into his pocket and pulled out a ski mask.
"Put it on. Other supes know what you look like, and I wouldn't want to cause your dad trouble."
Mark nodded and slipped it on.
Butcher scooped him up, and together they flew toward the building. Bursting through a window, they landed in a lavish hotel suite.
"He'll be here in a few minutes," Butcher muttered, drawing the curtains to cover their entrance.
They waited in the shadows. Ten minutes later, the door creaked open. Oh Father entered with one of his sidekicks.
As soon as the door shut, Butcher moved.
In a flash, his arm was around Oh Father's throat, his other hand clamping over the man's mouth. "Lucky day, kid," Butcher growled at the sidekick. "Get outta here. Say you saw nothing, or you'll end up like your boss."
The boy hesitated. But then—
CRACK.
Butcher squeezed Oh Father's forearm, breaking it with a sickening snap. The man tried to scream, but the sound was muffled against Butcher's grip.
That did the trick.
The sidekick bolted, slamming the door shut behind him.
Butcher tightened his hold, choking Oh Father out until his body went limp. Then, with a smirk, he turned to Mark.
"Time for a change of scenery, kid. Hop on."
Mark climbed onto Butcher's back. With their unconscious target in tow, they slipped back out the window, vanishing into the night sky.
Oh Father awoke in a dimly lit room. His head throbbed, and when he tried to move his arms, a sharp, numbing pain shot through them. He was tied to a chair.
"Where… where am I?" he groaned.
"Hello, cunt."
A voice came from behind him, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into view—short hair, square jaw, British accent. He looked like the kind of guy who enjoyed breaking bones for fun.
"Name's Butcher. Supernatural and Extraterrestrial Affairs." He smirked. "And you've been a very bad boy."
Butcher pulled out a handful of photographs and fanned them out in front of Oh Father's face. The images were damning—compromising positions with his sidekicks, undeniable proof of his depravity.
"Where… where did you get those?" Oh Father stammered.
Butcher let out a sharp laugh. "Not even denying it, huh? Typical. You supe cunts are all the same."
Before Oh Father could respond, a fist crashed into his jaw. He felt something crack—teeth, maybe. Blood filled his mouth.
"Unfortunately for you, mate, this is where it ends." Butcher cracked his knuckles. "And don't bother trying to run—I've already broken all four of your limbs."
A sickening realization crept in as Oh Father looked down. His legs were twisted at unnatural angles, his arms hanging limp.
"Now that I've got your attention…" Butcher grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up, then slapped him hard enough to loosen more teeth.
"This morning, you woke up at 6:30 AM after spending all night drugged up and abusing one of your little sidekicks. Then at 8:00, you scurried off to that pathetic Capes for Christ bullshit, pretending to be a man of faith while sneaking off to screw your sidekicks between breaks. You're a sick fuck."
Oh Father whimpered, but Butcher wasn't finished.
"So here's the deal of a fucking lifetime," he continued. "You either cut that shit out—retire, stick to brothels like every other supe degenerate—or the next time I catch you, you'll be sleeping at the bottom of the Hudson."
"I… I'm so sorry," Oh Father whispered. His voice trembled. "I just… I just can't help myself."
"Oh, is that right?" Butcher sneered, tilting his head mockingly. "Well, I can't help myself either." His expression darkened. "But kids?" He scoffed. "Even I have standards, mate."
Another punch—this time to the ribs. Oh Father doubled over, coughing up blood.
"You're hurting him."
Butcher turned to the corner of the room. Mark stood there, fists clenched, eyes filled with uncertainty.
"Just a little payback for all them kids, mate," Butcher said, shrugging. "Remember, he's a supe—this won't kill him. But tell me, kid, what do we do with him? There's no jail for supes like this. Should I just let him go?"
Mark hesitated. "I… we can't just let him go."
"Then what?" Butcher pressed. "He said it himself—he can't help it. Eventually, he'll do it again."
Mark swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then… make it so he can't do it again."
Butcher raised an eyebrow. "But we can't just kill him, right?"
Mark shook his head. "No… but—"
"I see." Butcher nodded, thoughtful. "I think I've got an idea, kid. Why don't you step outside? It might get loud, but don't worry—he'll be alive by the end of it."
Mark hesitated. "You promise?"
"I do, kid."
Mark took one last look at Oh Father—broken, whimpering—then turned and walked out.
Butcher rolled his shoulders, then crouched beside Oh Father, gripping his belt with one hand and pulling out a knife with the other. A wicked smile spread across his face.
"Guess you'll be pissing out of a hole from now on, mate."
"No… no, please," Oh Father whimpered, panic creeping into his voice.
Butcher pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh. It'll be over soon, mate."
An hour later, Butcher carried Oh Father's battered body through the city, Mark clinging to his back as they landed in front of Mount Sinai Hospital. Butcher tossed the supe's limp form onto the pavement.
Mark stared at the wreck of a man. "What did you d
o to him?"
Butcher exhaled and turned to him. "Like you said, kid—he'll never hurt anyone again."
Mark didn't respond. He just swallowed hard and nodded.
"C'mon," Butcher said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you home."
Above the Skies of Queens
New York City
Butcher laughed hysterically as Homelander cried out in pain, blood spilling from his mouth after taking a brutal right hook to the liver.
"Never thought I'd genuinely laugh again after what you did to my wife," Butcher sneered, floating closer. He grabbed Homelander by the chin, tilting his head up to face him.
"Why are you doing this?" Homelander gasped, struggling to hold back another wave of blood.
"Well, for starters, I can't have Omni-Man go rogue just because you threw a tantrum. Today's been a real eye-opener—for us boys at the department, for the president... and for me." Butcher smirked before slamming his forehead into Homelander's skull, cracking it open.
"Let me tell you a story, shall I?" He tightened his grip, watching as Homelander winced. "A couple goes on vacation to the U.S. They see the sights, even catch The Seven in action. Then they return home. But something's off. The wife starts acting distant. The husband thinks he did something wrong, but she won't say a word. A few months later, in the dead of night, she bleeds out, screaming, as a premature supe baby rips its way out of her belly. And the husband? He's forced to watch. Forced to kill that abomination with a lamp before it lasers through the whole goddamn house. Then the government steps in. Hands him a check, tells him to keep his mouth shut—or they'll pin the deaths on him."
Butcher's voice seethed with rage. He rolled up his right sleeve, revealing two burn scars along his forearm. Then, without warning, he smashed another fist into Homelander's face, sending more teeth flying.
"You don't understand how badly I want to rip you apart limb from limb," Butcher growled. He flew up, grabbing Homelander by the throat, squeezing just enough to make him struggle. "But lucky for you, Vought still finds you and the other bastards in The Seven useful. So I'll give you a choice. Go back to your fucking satellite, get patched up, and tell them whatever you want. Say you fell down some stairs or ay it was me, please say it was me. Do that, and I'll show them the footage of you showing up at Omni-Man's house and me stopping you. Then I finally get an excuse to finish you off. Or..."
Butcher grinned and raised his fist, cocking it back. Homelander flinched.
Butcher let him go.
Homelander gasped for air, eyes wide with fear. "O-Okay..." he whimpered. "Okay… please… I—I'm sorry..."
"Sure you are."
Butcher grabbed Homelander's right arm by the elbow and crushed it in his grip. A sickening crack echoed through the sky, followed by Homelander's agonized scream.
"That was for Becky," Butcher muttered. He pulled out a picture from his pocket, holding it up to Homelander's bloodied face. "You'd better damn well remember that name."
Then, without another word, he flew off, leaving Homelander broken and humiliated above the city.
Homelander glanced down at the streets below, shaking, before limping back toward The Seven's satellite.
Inside, he landed with a stumble, barely able to stand as he entered the meeting room.
"Homelander?" Maeve raised an eyebrow. "What the hell happened?"
"Nothing," he muttered, shaking his head as he slumped into his chair at the head of the table. "Just… call a damn doctor."
April 7th, 2003
Queens
New York City
Butcher watched his screen as Debbie and Nolan climbed into a taxi that Monday morning. He tracked the vehicle as it made its way to LaGuardia International Airport. In a few hours, they'd be in their seats, flying off to Paris.
Perfect.
Removing his headphones, Butcher left the warehouse they were renting and made his way toward Mark's school. He kept his distance, watching as the kid walked out with his friends. Eventually, Mark split off, heading home alone.
That was his moment.
Launching from the rooftop where he'd been perched, Butcher landed a block away in a nearby alley. As Mark approached, he stepped onto the sidewalk, 'coincidentally' crossing paths with him.
"Well, well. Little Omni-Man Junior," Butcher greeted with a grin.
"Mr. Butcher?" Mark blinked in surprise. "It's been a while."
"I see your arm's better. Your parents just went on a trip, yeah?"
"Yeah, to Paris," Mark nodded.
Butcher crossed his arms. "Say, kid, I was about to run a mission. Wanna tag along?"
Mark tilted his head. "A mission? What kind?"
"Remember our chat? About how a lot of these supes aren't exactly saints?"
Mark's expression hardened. "I do."
"Well, turns out I've got info on one of 'em. And I plan to put a stop to it. Tonight." Butcher floated an inch off the ground.
Mark's eyes widened. "Wait—you have powers?!"
"Shh." Butcher landed again, smirking. "That's a secret. But yeah. So, what do you say? Wanna join?"
Mark hesitated. "I... I have homework tonight."
Butcher chuckled. "I can have someone take care of that."
Mark considered it for a moment. "...Alright. Let me drop my stuff off first."
They made their way to Mark's house, where Butcher placed a quick call. Within minutes, one of his underlings was en route to do Mark's homework.
Then, slipping out through the backyard, Butcher grabbed Mark and took off into the sky, flying straight toward Manhattan.
As they soared over the city, Mark grinned. "That was awesome! My dad never takes me flying—he's always busy."
"Another secret to keep between us, son," Butcher said with a smirk as they landed on top of a building in midtown Manhattan across a particular hotel. He pointed ahead. "Now… see that building over there?"
Mark followed his gaze. "Yeah."
"Even you've heard of Capes for Christ, right? And Oh Father?"
Mark frowned. "Dad says to stay away from him. Says he's dangerous."
"You should listen to your old man more often, kid. He's right." Butcher studied Mark's face before continuing. "Say, in school, they teach sex ed and all that jazz at your age, right?"
"They do, yeah."
"Did they get to the part about sexual abuse?"
Mark blinked. "No... Why? What's that?"
Butcher sighed. "You know where babies come from, yeah?"
"Yeah. It's gross."
"It is. But imagine that happening while the other person says they don't want it—but it keeps happening anyway. That's what Oh Father does to his sidekicks. Kids your age."
Mark's expression darkened.
"Your dad was right to tell you to stay away. Oh Father's a depraved bastard." Butcher pulled out a laptop and opened a dossier, selecting a video file. "Here."
The screen flickered to life. The footage showed Oh Father in a dimly lit room with a boy around Mark's age. The man ordered the boy to undress. When he hesitated, Oh Father stripped down himself before forcing himself onto the kid. Butcher shut the video off.
Mark looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"The same thing happens to every one of his sidekick," Butcher said, voice flat. "Now that I have enough evidence I'm ending that tonight. Just do me a favor will you?"
Mark swallowed hard. "What?"
"If you feel uncomfortable and wanna go just let me know kid. You're free to go back anytime."
"No." He shook his head. "It's fine."
"Perfect." He nodded in approval. "Now we wait then."
"For what?"
"The Capes for Christ event is still going on. Once it wraps up, we handle Oh Father once he's back in his hotel room."
They perched on the rooftop for hours, watching the event unfold across the street. To pass the time, they swapped stories—some light, some heavy. When the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon took its place, Butcher reached into his pocket and pulled out a ski mask.
"Put it on. Other supes know what you look like, and I wouldn't want to cause your dad trouble."
Mark nodded and slipped it on.
Butcher scooped him up, and together they flew toward the building. Bursting through a window, they landed in a lavish hotel suite.
"He'll be here in a few minutes," Butcher muttered, drawing the curtains to cover their entrance.
They waited in the shadows. Ten minutes later, the door creaked open. Oh Father entered with one of his sidekicks.
As soon as the door shut, Butcher moved.
In a flash, his arm was around Oh Father's throat, his other hand clamping over the man's mouth. "Lucky day, kid," Butcher growled at the sidekick. "Get outta here. Say you saw nothing, or you'll end up like your boss."
The boy hesitated. But then—
CRACK.
Butcher squeezed Oh Father's forearm, breaking it with a sickening snap. The man tried to scream, but the sound was muffled against Butcher's grip.
That did the trick.
The sidekick bolted, slamming the door shut behind him.
Butcher tightened his hold, choking Oh Father out until his body went limp. Then, with a smirk, he turned to Mark.
"Time for a change of scenery, kid. Hop on."
Mark climbed onto Butcher's back. With their unconscious target in tow, they slipped back out the window, vanishing into the night sky.
Oh Father awoke in a dimly lit room. His head throbbed, and when he tried to move his arms, a sharp, numbing pain shot through them. He was tied to a chair.
"Where… where am I?" he groaned.
"Hello, cunt."
A voice came from behind him, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into view—short hair, square jaw, British accent. He looked like the kind of guy who enjoyed breaking bones for fun.
"Name's Butcher. Supernatural and Extraterrestrial Affairs." He smirked. "And you've been a very bad boy."
Butcher pulled out a handful of photographs and fanned them out in front of Oh Father's face. The images were damning—compromising positions with his sidekicks, undeniable proof of his depravity.
"Where… where did you get those?" Oh Father stammered.
Butcher let out a sharp laugh. "Not even denying it, huh? Typical. You supe cunts are all the same."
Before Oh Father could respond, a fist crashed into his jaw. He felt something crack—teeth, maybe. Blood filled his mouth.
"Unfortunately for you, mate, this is where it ends." Butcher cracked his knuckles. "And don't bother trying to run—I've already broken all four of your limbs."
A sickening realization crept in as Oh Father looked down. His legs were twisted at unnatural angles, his arms hanging limp.
"Now that I've got your attention…" Butcher grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up, then slapped him hard enough to loosen more teeth.
"This morning, you woke up at 6:30 AM after spending all night drugged up and abusing one of your little sidekicks. Then at 8:00, you scurried off to that pathetic Capes for Christ bullshit, pretending to be a man of faith while sneaking off to screw your sidekicks between breaks. You're a sick fuck."
Oh Father whimpered, but Butcher wasn't finished.
"So here's the deal of a fucking lifetime," he continued. "You either cut that shit out—retire, stick to brothels like every other supe degenerate—or the next time I catch you, you'll be sleeping at the bottom of the Hudson."
"I… I'm so sorry," Oh Father whispered. His voice trembled. "I just… I just can't help myself."
"Oh, is that right?" Butcher sneered, tilting his head mockingly. "Well, I can't help myself either." His expression darkened. "But kids?" He scoffed. "Even I have standards, mate."
Another punch—this time to the ribs. Oh Father doubled over, coughing up blood.
"You're hurting him."
Butcher turned to the corner of the room. Mark stood there, fists clenched, eyes filled with uncertainty.
"Just a little payback for all them kids, mate," Butcher said, shrugging. "Remember, he's a supe—this won't kill him. But tell me, kid, what do we do with him? There's no jail for supes like this. Should I just let him go?"
Mark hesitated. "I… we can't just let him go."
"Then what?" Butcher pressed. "He said it himself—he can't help it. Eventually, he'll do it again."
Mark swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then… make it so he can't do it again."
Butcher raised an eyebrow. "But we can't just kill him, right?"
Mark shook his head. "No… but—"
"I see." Butcher nodded, thoughtful. "I think I've got an idea, kid. Why don't you step outside? It might get loud, but don't worry—he'll be alive by the end of it."
Mark hesitated. "You promise?"
"I do, kid."
Mark took one last look at Oh Father—broken, whimpering—then turned and walked out.
Butcher rolled his shoulders, then crouched beside Oh Father, gripping his belt with one hand and pulling out a knife with the other. A wicked smile spread across his face.
"Guess you'll be pissing out of a hole from now on, mate."
"No… no, please," Oh Father whimpered, panic creeping into his voice.
Butcher pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh. It'll be over soon, mate."
An hour later, Butcher carried Oh Father's battered body through the city, Mark clinging to his back as they landed in front of Mount Sinai Hospital. Butcher tossed the supe's limp form onto the pavement.
Mark stared at the wreck of a man. "What did you d
o to him?"
Butcher exhaled and turned to him. "Like you said, kid—he'll never hurt anyone again."
Mark didn't respond. He just swallowed hard and nodded.
"C'mon," Butcher said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you home."
Angry_Crustacean
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Butcher wtf? What's his game plan other than disillusioning Mark of supes being good people
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Oh boy if Viltrum finds out about Butcher's treatment, they'll invade immediately. No need to bother mating. Just mass innoculation and a rerun of the Cull.
Though I do feel that it's way too early in the story to have that happen. I think it would have been better if it was saved for later on in the story.
Though I do feel that it's way too early in the story to have that happen. I think it would have been better if it was saved for later on in the story.
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February 10th, 2003
Queens
New York City
The Grayson family sat in front of the TV. Today was a significant day—Oh Father, head of the Capes for Christ organization, was announcing his permanent retirement. According to his own words, he was stepping down to "seek redemption for his actions."
To Omni-Man and Debbie, the real reason was obvious: news of his inappropriate relationships with his sidekicks had been leaked. But Mark knew better.
"Dad?" Mark asked as the news continued to play on the screen.
"What is it?" Nolan responded, barely looking away.
"Why do you even work with Vought and their superheroes?"
Nolan arched a brow. "What do you mean?"
"You told me Oh Father was dangerous and that I should stay away from him. You've said The Seven aren't good people. So why work with them? Why didn't you stop what Oh Father was doing?"
Debbie glanced between Mark and Nolan before nodding. "Mark's right. You keep saying you want him to work alongside you once he gets his powers. But with them? I don't know, Nolan. You can do better than that. Why not build your own hero team? You're clearly better than The Seven. I mean, after that alien last year..." She snorted.
Nolan exhaled sharply. "The Viltrumite technology I've given Vought is far more valuable than whatever filth I have to put up with from their so-called heroes. AIDS? Cancer? Gone. Our technology has revolutionized solar, geothermal, and nuclear power. Global warming won't even be a concern anymore. The trillions of dollars saved and the millions of lives improved are worth more than my personal disgust with a few degenerate capes. If working with Vought is the price, so be it." He shrugged and cracked open a beer.
Debbie snatched it from his hand. "Are you even listening to yourself, Nolan? Is this the example you want to set for Mark? Do you really want him associating with them?"
"He's a Viltrumite. He's better than them." Nolan scoffed. "Once you get your powers, son, I'll be training you myself."
"Nolan." Debbie's voice was firm as she glanced at Mark.
Nolan nodded slightly, then turned to his son. "Mark." His tone softened. "I am doing something. See that man on the TV?" He gestured toward William Butcher, the agent in charge of the Oh Father investigation. But Mark knew the truth.
"What about him?"
"Where do you think he got his information from?"
Mark's eyes widened. "Wait… you mean—"
"Uh-huh." Nolan nodded. "I've been meeting with Mr. Butcher over there once a month ever since I became a hero. Those leaks before the president's announcement? The constant exposure of corrupt heroes? That's me, Mark. I have access to more heroes than I can personally deal with. So while my heroics keep me busy, I rely on Butcher and his team to clean up the filth. That's why I help them."
Mark hesitated before asking, "Does that mean… I can join them? I can join Mr. Butcher If I get my powers?"
Nolan ruffled his son's hair. "Son, you can do whatever you want. You're destined for great things."
"Thanks, Dad."
Butcher took off his headphones and let out a chuckle, he was impressed by Omni-Man's ability to manipulate his own son. But what really mattered was that Mark was still interested in joining them.
Mallory had given him hell for pushing too hard, and after seeing how withdrawn the boy had become, Butcher had started to think he was right.
He turned to Mallory, Frenchie, MM, and The Female. "Told you lot—he's still a viable asset."
Mallory crossed his arms. "That was reckless. It's one thing to keep tabs on the boy, but taking him on a mission and exposing him to your methods?"
"Harsh, but necessary," Butcher said, unapologetic.
Mallory exhaled but let it go. "Fine. But no more reckless gambits." He shifted gears. "Now then, our reunion is long overdue."
"Je suis d'accord, Monsieur Mallory," Frenchie agreed.
"Frenchie," Mallory continued, "anything new on Vought and the supes?"
Frenchie leaned back, smirking. "Rien de trop sérieux, monsieur. Moi et la Femme have been gathering intel on both Vought and the supes. They've been trying to get samples of Omni-Man's DNA for their own version of Compound V. Heureusement, we always get our hands on it first." He grinned, and The Female nodded in agreement.
"MM?" Mallory turned to him.
"The special forces unit you put me in charge of? They've mastered their basic powers. But they're still as useless as The Seven. Their combat prowess has improved, though."
"Any side effects from the modified Compound V?"
"Aside from flying and increased strength?" MM asked.
"Exactly."
"Then no, nothing major."
Butcher raised a hand. "I've got a question."
Mallory sighed. "What is it, Butcher?"
"Are we giving it to the boys in special forces?"
"God, I wish," Mallory muttered. "You know damn well Compound V is already expensive. With the Viltrumite modifications, it's five times worse. It took a lot just to get the five of us enhanced."
Butcher leaned back, considering. "There's gotta be more than one Om
ni-Man out there in the universe."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Mallory admitted.
Queens
New York City
The Grayson family sat in front of the TV. Today was a significant day—Oh Father, head of the Capes for Christ organization, was announcing his permanent retirement. According to his own words, he was stepping down to "seek redemption for his actions."
To Omni-Man and Debbie, the real reason was obvious: news of his inappropriate relationships with his sidekicks had been leaked. But Mark knew better.
"Dad?" Mark asked as the news continued to play on the screen.
"What is it?" Nolan responded, barely looking away.
"Why do you even work with Vought and their superheroes?"
Nolan arched a brow. "What do you mean?"
"You told me Oh Father was dangerous and that I should stay away from him. You've said The Seven aren't good people. So why work with them? Why didn't you stop what Oh Father was doing?"
Debbie glanced between Mark and Nolan before nodding. "Mark's right. You keep saying you want him to work alongside you once he gets his powers. But with them? I don't know, Nolan. You can do better than that. Why not build your own hero team? You're clearly better than The Seven. I mean, after that alien last year..." She snorted.
Nolan exhaled sharply. "The Viltrumite technology I've given Vought is far more valuable than whatever filth I have to put up with from their so-called heroes. AIDS? Cancer? Gone. Our technology has revolutionized solar, geothermal, and nuclear power. Global warming won't even be a concern anymore. The trillions of dollars saved and the millions of lives improved are worth more than my personal disgust with a few degenerate capes. If working with Vought is the price, so be it." He shrugged and cracked open a beer.
Debbie snatched it from his hand. "Are you even listening to yourself, Nolan? Is this the example you want to set for Mark? Do you really want him associating with them?"
"He's a Viltrumite. He's better than them." Nolan scoffed. "Once you get your powers, son, I'll be training you myself."
"Nolan." Debbie's voice was firm as she glanced at Mark.
Nolan nodded slightly, then turned to his son. "Mark." His tone softened. "I am doing something. See that man on the TV?" He gestured toward William Butcher, the agent in charge of the Oh Father investigation. But Mark knew the truth.
"What about him?"
"Where do you think he got his information from?"
Mark's eyes widened. "Wait… you mean—"
"Uh-huh." Nolan nodded. "I've been meeting with Mr. Butcher over there once a month ever since I became a hero. Those leaks before the president's announcement? The constant exposure of corrupt heroes? That's me, Mark. I have access to more heroes than I can personally deal with. So while my heroics keep me busy, I rely on Butcher and his team to clean up the filth. That's why I help them."
Mark hesitated before asking, "Does that mean… I can join them? I can join Mr. Butcher If I get my powers?"
Nolan ruffled his son's hair. "Son, you can do whatever you want. You're destined for great things."
"Thanks, Dad."
Butcher took off his headphones and let out a chuckle, he was impressed by Omni-Man's ability to manipulate his own son. But what really mattered was that Mark was still interested in joining them.
Mallory had given him hell for pushing too hard, and after seeing how withdrawn the boy had become, Butcher had started to think he was right.
He turned to Mallory, Frenchie, MM, and The Female. "Told you lot—he's still a viable asset."
Mallory crossed his arms. "That was reckless. It's one thing to keep tabs on the boy, but taking him on a mission and exposing him to your methods?"
"Harsh, but necessary," Butcher said, unapologetic.
Mallory exhaled but let it go. "Fine. But no more reckless gambits." He shifted gears. "Now then, our reunion is long overdue."
"Je suis d'accord, Monsieur Mallory," Frenchie agreed.
"Frenchie," Mallory continued, "anything new on Vought and the supes?"
Frenchie leaned back, smirking. "Rien de trop sérieux, monsieur. Moi et la Femme have been gathering intel on both Vought and the supes. They've been trying to get samples of Omni-Man's DNA for their own version of Compound V. Heureusement, we always get our hands on it first." He grinned, and The Female nodded in agreement.
"MM?" Mallory turned to him.
"The special forces unit you put me in charge of? They've mastered their basic powers. But they're still as useless as The Seven. Their combat prowess has improved, though."
"Any side effects from the modified Compound V?"
"Aside from flying and increased strength?" MM asked.
"Exactly."
"Then no, nothing major."
Butcher raised a hand. "I've got a question."
Mallory sighed. "What is it, Butcher?"
"Are we giving it to the boys in special forces?"
"God, I wish," Mallory muttered. "You know damn well Compound V is already expensive. With the Viltrumite modifications, it's five times worse. It took a lot just to get the five of us enhanced."
Butcher leaned back, considering. "There's gotta be more than one Om
ni-Man out there in the universe."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Mallory admitted.
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May 7th, 2003
Above the skies of New York City
Homelander hovered thousands of feet above New York, surrounded by hundreds of other superheroes including the Seven.
"When the hell is he arriving?" Stormfront asked, impatience lacing his voice.
"He's coming," Homelander reassured him, his eyes scanning the horizon.
A few minutes later, just as promised, Omni-Man appeared. His voice carried through the air, sounding disinterested. "What's this all about, Homelander?" His apathetic tone, combined with the cold expression on his face, was enough to rile Homelander to his core. If he could, he would have ended him right then and there, but he had to to hold back unless he wanted to end up as nothing but a bloody paste.
"It's simple, Nolan," Homelander replied, his tone firm. "We surrender."
"Sorry?" Omni-Man asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"We surrender," Homelander repeated. "There's a lot you don't know, Omni-Man. Vought, the government—they're all terrified of you. They've been training us, preparing us to take you down."
Homelander could feel Omni-Man's heart rate quicken, a flicker of interest in his eyes.
"Before you get ready for battle, hear us out. If you're really here to conquer Earth, then by all means, we won't stand in your way. In fact, me and the other heroes here are ready to join you."
Omni-Man raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And what exactly led you to this decision?"
Homelander's jaw clenched, his voice growing bitter. "That damn alien last year. We did everything we could to take him down, yet you swooped in and stopped him without breaking a sweat while we were getting torn apart. As much as it pains my pride, I like living. If you truly mean to conquer this world, we won't stop you. Hell, if you tell me to march to the White House and kill everyone there I'll do it right now."
Omni-Man turned to face him fully, his eyes narrowing as he sensed Homelander wasn't lying. Homelander could feel Omni Man's heart rate slowing, an eerie calmness taking over.
"I see," he said, his tone contemplative. "And your friends here—do they agree?"
Homelander glances at the hundreds of superheroes gathered around them. "Yes. We're all in this together. We're ready to side with you."
"Good," Omni-Man nodded in approval. "I like seeing you think this through."
"What are your orders?" Homelander asked, eager to move forward.
"For now, stand by," Omni-Man replied. "When the time comes, I'll let you know."
"When the time comes?" Homelander echoed, unsure.
"Yes," Omni-Man confirmed. "My mission here is simple. I'm observing Earth, deciding if it's fit for Viltrumite rule. Once everything is in place, I will begin."
Homelander nodded. "I understand. Is there anything else?"
Omni-Man's gaze sharpened. "Don't do anything stupid, John. We never had this chat. I'll be going now."
Without another word, Omni-Man descended rapidly, flying towards New York and leaving the group of superheroes suspended in the clouds.
Homelander exhaled a long, relieved breath. He knew that, for now, he had made the right choice. Omni-Man was going to spare him—at least for the time being.
May 8th, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Butcher, Mallory, and Susan stood in the Oval Office with President Schaefer. On the Resolute Desk sat a laptop, playing a grainy video recorded from a small camera planted on Omni-Man's uniform.
"Can we confirm the veracity of this footage?" President Schaefer asked, his voice level but tense.
"It's all confirmed," Butcher replied.
Schaefer leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Butcher could tell, though—he was sick to his stomach with worry.
"Does anyone else know?" the president asked.
"No, sir," Director Rayner said.
"Good." He nodded. "How many special operations soldiers have we souped up on V?"
"One hundred," Mallory answered.
"And Compound Vil?"
"Five, sir," Mallory said. "Me, Butcher here, MM, Frenchie, and the Female."
"How soon can we begin deploying it to our soldiers?"
"Sir—" Director Rayner interjected. "With all due respect, Butcher and the others nearly died taking this. Not to mention, converting V into Compound Vil is prohibitively expensive."
Schaefer slammed his fist on the desk. "You think I have time to give a shit about expenses?! I have practically the entire supe community rallying behind Omni-Man, and now we have confirmation he's here to take over. I don't care how much it costs. I'll give you a blank check. Hell, I'll mint 10 goddamn trillion-dollar coins if I have to."
"Yes, sir," Rayner said, swallowing hard.
"Good," Schaefer nodded. "How many doses of Compound Vil can we produce? And how soon?"
"Twenty, sir," Mallory replied. "Within a month. We've improved at managing the side effects. I have a feeling we can have twenty-five soldiers ready."
"Good."
Butcher scoffed. "You're all missing the bloody elephant in the room. What about Vought?"
"What about them?" the president asked.
"You're one mishap away from having Vic the Veep in office and Vought running the show. Hell, call it a gut feeling, but I'd be shocked if they weren't already backing this. Think about it—a Viltrumite takeover, they back Omni-Man, and in return, they get full control to do whatever the fuck they want."
"And what do you propose we do about it?"
Butcher leaned back and smirked. He grabbed a pen from the Resolute Desk and squeezed it in his bare hand until it snapped. "I've got a few ideas."
"Do tell," President Schaefer said.
---
A Few Hours Later
"You're insane," Rayner hissed as Butcher closed the door to his hotel room. "You want us to go to war with Vought? The world is on the brink of collapse, and you're thinking about lighting the fuse?"
He said nothing, just sat on his bed and glanced at her. "You saw the footage. It's not time yet. But while we can, we should clean house."
"And what if Omni-Man decides the time has come?"
Butcher tilted his head. "You're a family woman, right? You saw the footage. Tell me—do you think he loves his family?"
Disgust flickered across her face. "Really? Hostages? And if our hand is forced, you don't think he'll wipe us all out?"
Butcher chuckled. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? When did I ever say hostages?"
"You're the one who brought up his family."
"I asked you a question. Do you think he loves them?"
She hesitated, then sighed. "Everything in the surveillance suggests yes. Outside of work and public events, he and his wife spend nearly all their time with their son. Or they're... busy with each other."
Butcher's grin widened. "Tell me, love—what do you think happens when a woman finds out the man she married has been lying to her for years? That he's not the wholesome family man she thought, but a conqueror? What would his son think? Do you reckon they'd still stand by him? You think he could kill them?"
Rayner remained silent, then slowly nodded. "You're a sick fuck, Butcher."
He stood up and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Then, stripping off his shirt, he looked at her. "You got them?"
"Fuck you," she muttered, pulling a packet of condoms from her pocket. She stepped forward, locked eyes with him, then dropped to her knees.
Above the skies of New York City
Homelander hovered thousands of feet above New York, surrounded by hundreds of other superheroes including the Seven.
"When the hell is he arriving?" Stormfront asked, impatience lacing his voice.
"He's coming," Homelander reassured him, his eyes scanning the horizon.
A few minutes later, just as promised, Omni-Man appeared. His voice carried through the air, sounding disinterested. "What's this all about, Homelander?" His apathetic tone, combined with the cold expression on his face, was enough to rile Homelander to his core. If he could, he would have ended him right then and there, but he had to to hold back unless he wanted to end up as nothing but a bloody paste.
"It's simple, Nolan," Homelander replied, his tone firm. "We surrender."
"Sorry?" Omni-Man asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"We surrender," Homelander repeated. "There's a lot you don't know, Omni-Man. Vought, the government—they're all terrified of you. They've been training us, preparing us to take you down."
Homelander could feel Omni-Man's heart rate quicken, a flicker of interest in his eyes.
"Before you get ready for battle, hear us out. If you're really here to conquer Earth, then by all means, we won't stand in your way. In fact, me and the other heroes here are ready to join you."
Omni-Man raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And what exactly led you to this decision?"
Homelander's jaw clenched, his voice growing bitter. "That damn alien last year. We did everything we could to take him down, yet you swooped in and stopped him without breaking a sweat while we were getting torn apart. As much as it pains my pride, I like living. If you truly mean to conquer this world, we won't stop you. Hell, if you tell me to march to the White House and kill everyone there I'll do it right now."
Omni-Man turned to face him fully, his eyes narrowing as he sensed Homelander wasn't lying. Homelander could feel Omni Man's heart rate slowing, an eerie calmness taking over.
"I see," he said, his tone contemplative. "And your friends here—do they agree?"
Homelander glances at the hundreds of superheroes gathered around them. "Yes. We're all in this together. We're ready to side with you."
"Good," Omni-Man nodded in approval. "I like seeing you think this through."
"What are your orders?" Homelander asked, eager to move forward.
"For now, stand by," Omni-Man replied. "When the time comes, I'll let you know."
"When the time comes?" Homelander echoed, unsure.
"Yes," Omni-Man confirmed. "My mission here is simple. I'm observing Earth, deciding if it's fit for Viltrumite rule. Once everything is in place, I will begin."
Homelander nodded. "I understand. Is there anything else?"
Omni-Man's gaze sharpened. "Don't do anything stupid, John. We never had this chat. I'll be going now."
Without another word, Omni-Man descended rapidly, flying towards New York and leaving the group of superheroes suspended in the clouds.
Homelander exhaled a long, relieved breath. He knew that, for now, he had made the right choice. Omni-Man was going to spare him—at least for the time being.
May 8th, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Butcher, Mallory, and Susan stood in the Oval Office with President Schaefer. On the Resolute Desk sat a laptop, playing a grainy video recorded from a small camera planted on Omni-Man's uniform.
"Can we confirm the veracity of this footage?" President Schaefer asked, his voice level but tense.
"It's all confirmed," Butcher replied.
Schaefer leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Butcher could tell, though—he was sick to his stomach with worry.
"Does anyone else know?" the president asked.
"No, sir," Director Rayner said.
"Good." He nodded. "How many special operations soldiers have we souped up on V?"
"One hundred," Mallory answered.
"And Compound Vil?"
"Five, sir," Mallory said. "Me, Butcher here, MM, Frenchie, and the Female."
"How soon can we begin deploying it to our soldiers?"
"Sir—" Director Rayner interjected. "With all due respect, Butcher and the others nearly died taking this. Not to mention, converting V into Compound Vil is prohibitively expensive."
Schaefer slammed his fist on the desk. "You think I have time to give a shit about expenses?! I have practically the entire supe community rallying behind Omni-Man, and now we have confirmation he's here to take over. I don't care how much it costs. I'll give you a blank check. Hell, I'll mint 10 goddamn trillion-dollar coins if I have to."
"Yes, sir," Rayner said, swallowing hard.
"Good," Schaefer nodded. "How many doses of Compound Vil can we produce? And how soon?"
"Twenty, sir," Mallory replied. "Within a month. We've improved at managing the side effects. I have a feeling we can have twenty-five soldiers ready."
"Good."
Butcher scoffed. "You're all missing the bloody elephant in the room. What about Vought?"
"What about them?" the president asked.
"You're one mishap away from having Vic the Veep in office and Vought running the show. Hell, call it a gut feeling, but I'd be shocked if they weren't already backing this. Think about it—a Viltrumite takeover, they back Omni-Man, and in return, they get full control to do whatever the fuck they want."
"And what do you propose we do about it?"
Butcher leaned back and smirked. He grabbed a pen from the Resolute Desk and squeezed it in his bare hand until it snapped. "I've got a few ideas."
"Do tell," President Schaefer said.
---
A Few Hours Later
"You're insane," Rayner hissed as Butcher closed the door to his hotel room. "You want us to go to war with Vought? The world is on the brink of collapse, and you're thinking about lighting the fuse?"
He said nothing, just sat on his bed and glanced at her. "You saw the footage. It's not time yet. But while we can, we should clean house."
"And what if Omni-Man decides the time has come?"
Butcher tilted his head. "You're a family woman, right? You saw the footage. Tell me—do you think he loves his family?"
Disgust flickered across her face. "Really? Hostages? And if our hand is forced, you don't think he'll wipe us all out?"
Butcher chuckled. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? When did I ever say hostages?"
"You're the one who brought up his family."
"I asked you a question. Do you think he loves them?"
She hesitated, then sighed. "Everything in the surveillance suggests yes. Outside of work and public events, he and his wife spend nearly all their time with their son. Or they're... busy with each other."
Butcher's grin widened. "Tell me, love—what do you think happens when a woman finds out the man she married has been lying to her for years? That he's not the wholesome family man she thought, but a conqueror? What would his son think? Do you reckon they'd still stand by him? You think he could kill them?"
Rayner remained silent, then slowly nodded. "You're a sick fuck, Butcher."
He stood up and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Then, stripping off his shirt, he looked at her. "You got them?"
"Fuck you," she muttered, pulling a packet of condoms from her pocket. She stepped forward, locked eyes with him, then dropped to her knees.
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Thanks for the chapter.
Earth doesn't stand a change against a entire empire of Viltrumites.
Earth doesn't stand a change against a entire empire of Viltrumites.
So I haven't read or watched the boys so I got a question if this Rayner is a family woman why is she cheating exactly?
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She finds Butcher's casual insults extremely arousing. She strongly dislikes him, and dislikes the fact that she behaves like that with him, but lacks the strength of will to stop herself. We don't see her husband or children on-page, so I can't comment on how she interacts with them.
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I don't think US can find viltrumite unique sound frequency weakness.
Because viltrumite did not have a weakness of very loud sound instead they have weak to unique sound frequency which has been discovered by cecil after studying mark DNA when he is unconscious.
And I don't think mark will fight back omni man when he realized the boys are only use him as pawn in their game.
Because viltrumite did not have a weakness of very loud sound instead they have weak to unique sound frequency which has been discovered by cecil after studying mark DNA when he is unconscious.
And I don't think mark will fight back omni man when he realized the boys are only use him as pawn in their game.