The Boys S3 Rewrite

Chapter 3 S3 E4 Part I

The next time I looked out of the dust coated window I saw the street lights and dark night sky. Most of Butcher's crew must've started making tracks to either go home or just outright go somewhere else because when I entered their main room only Butcher and Hughie where there, Hughie's arm was finally in a proper cast too.

"You're on V!" I hear Hughie snap as Butcher wraps up the kitchen roll he's holding.

"Temporary V. Barely lasts twenty four hours." Butcher responds with the usual gruffness in his tone his eyes flicking over to me acknowledging my presence.

"Where'd you even get it?" Hughie asks not noticing I've entered the room.

"One of those websites, boners for days." I fight the urge to laugh at his response.

Hughie makes it a hell of a lot easier to resist when he gets worked up

"No, no, no, no, no. None of your smirky shit!"

"I only had one dose. All right? Gunpowder's dead. We know what we need to know, end of."

My breath was stolen. I take a moment to recover and harshly swipe a quick tear away. I'm not surprised Butcher killed him but, I didn't know he was dead. I naively believed Butcher only beat information out of him. He idolised Ben. He was trained by Ben and me. But he apparently was far too reckless and immature when it mattered if Mallory's right.

"Wait, wait, you-you-you...you killed...Gunpowder?" Hughie stammered even though his voice seemed calmer than it had been previously. "With powers? You had superpowers?"

"Oh, look, let's just give it a rest, all right? It's over. I'm fine." Butcher says brushing past him.

"Wait, wait do the others know?" Hughie asks turning around noticing me his eyes widening like a deer in the headlights.

"I know. Not because of this but yeah I think it's just us three." I say giving him an awkward smile.

"And if they find out, I'll put you both in a fucking coma." Butcher states menacingly.

"Good luck with that." I respond smirking up at him, folding my arms.

Butcher glares at me harder once again watching as I don't back down before letting it go. He's not stupid he's been made fully aware that I'm the one that gets him his temp V. Next thing I know he's out the room and I'm left with a dumbfounded Hughie.

"Yeah, n-no you're right. You seem totally fine." Hughie says practically to himself.

"You alright over there?" I ask walking over to him.

"Yeah. I mean...I just wasn't expecting that. Butcher of all people willingly using temp V."

"I'm pretty sure he only sees it as a means to an end. He wants to even the playing field a bit. Ya' know having a fighting chance and all?"

"How did you only get the job of a PA, you're wasted in that position." Hughie says with a laugh of disbelief and I smile back up at him before making my way home.

"How I actually got a job at Vought, would've been a better question if I'm completely honest. Actually how did I get that job? Yes at the time Vought announced the death of the beloved female icon Amphitrite, but the merch kept selling, posters still existed I know I wore a mask but like Soldier Boy's it only went across my eyes, I mean it was what forty years ago, surely some of Butcher's crew should vaguely recall the hero, right let alone all of fucking Vought? I mean there's still a memorial of Amphitrite in that fucking tower! Maybe everyone nowadays is truly that stupid or...maybe I'm over thinking this...yep definitely over thinking." I rant pacing and frantically waving my arms around in the apartment I moved to after what happened. "Shit." I huff glancing to my water pipe seeing that I'd once again burst it, "I really need to find somewhere else to rant."