𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞 | Billy Butcher [ON HOLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾

«Cherry»

                               

"Okay, so why don't you start with why you were helping Hughie," Butcher said. 

He was leaning against the counter away from his friend who was nothing but good to me although that girlfriend of his scared me to death. They did drugs but that didn't bother me as much as the fact of having to endure Billy Butcher as he went on with questioning me.

"I told you, they killed my parents when I escaped their labs, I want revenge as much as you do," I repeated the same sentence I've been repeating since he started questioning me.

"You see love, I don't really believe you," he said.

"Come on, why else would I be helping him for? 'Cause I have a crush on him? I told you what it is, not my problem if you don't want to believe."

"Vought sent you," he said out of nowhere.

"What? No, why would they?"

"To shut him up, and then I showed up ruined your little cute plan," Butcher said.

"Jesus, you're insane," I breathed.

"Let's try this one more time," he said as he dragged a chair noisily over the floor before sitting down face to face with me pulling out his pistol.

"Really?" I said trying my best to mask the fear of him and all the things he could do.

"Yeah, really love, let's try your Supe powers, shall we?"

"I don't heal like the other Supes, you know," I said hastily.

"Oh, too bad for ya, love," he said.

"Stop calling me that. I told you the truth, you wanna go ahead and hear a lie then there you go, I'm working for Vought."

The gunshot beside my head caused my ears to ring so badly as I closed my eyes cursing. "Damn you, you stupid asshole."

"Butcher!" I heard Frenchie shout.

"Next one goes in yer fuckin' leg, the other your arm, third your stomach, fourth your chest, and when I really get fuckin' bored of ya the last will go straight into yer head," he threatened.

"Cool, okay cool, but I don't think you'd need that much to kill me," I said.

"I'll figure that part out soon if ya don't start telling us the truth."

"Okay, don't shoot, I told you the truth," I said but saw him clicking the safety off again. "No, no wait, don't shoot, don't shoot, ple-"

I didn't even get to finish the sentence before a gunshot rang in the air again, a stinging wave of pain shot right through my leg as I screamed in pain.