𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

"OH, MY GOD." SAMUEL SPOKE, THE GROUP WATCHING POPCLAW LIFT WEIGHTS. "She's been at it for an hour." M.M informed, Billy squinting at the screen. "Come and get me!" She yelled, Hughie's eyes widening. "How'd you know to keep an eye on her?" Billy asked, M.M adjusting himself. "Okay. You see that red case over there? I've been around long enough to know a fix kit when I see one. And she told A-Train that V's a slippery slope." Samuel tilted his head at the bag.

"So she's got experience. I figured if you wait around long enough, two plus two equals nasty." Frenchie watched the woman silently, impressed by the strength. "Sherlock fucking Homie. Now admit it. This beats babysitting delinquents any day, don't it?" Billy asked, M.M shaking his head as the man patted his back. Popclaw yelled in rage, punching the air with claws sticking out from her wrists. The doorbell rang, Samuel perking up. Opening the door, the group saw Popclaw's landlord.

"Hey, Popclaw." He smiled politely, the woman sighing. "Mr Lutz. House call?" She asked, leaning against the door as the man shook his head. "I'm just here for rent. The rent you said you would pay?" He reminded, Popclaw laughing gently. "You should come in." She nodded, walking away. "You can wait there if you want, but it's gonna take me a few minutes to write the cheque." The man stared at her, Popclaw turning around. "I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Samuel glanced to Hughie, the man's eyes widening. "That was a joke, Alek." She laughed loudly, Billy smiling. "Alek, right? Okay, let's get that cheque." Alek closed the door behind him, the two walking to the kitchen.

"You want a drink, Alek, while you wait?" The woman asked, Hughie watching awkwardly. "You prefer Alek or Alexander?" Popclaw spoke, Alek laughing gently. "Alek. It's actually short for Aleksy." His jaw clenched at the pictures of Popclaw on the walls. "I like that. Sounds more exotic." She smiled, handing him a glass of water. "Like what you see?" She asked softly, glancing to her photo.

"No. Yes. I mean... It's lovely." Alek stuttered, Popclaw smiling. "It's okay. A lot of guys have a superhero fantasy." She spoke, Billy's brows furrowing as Frenchie was taken aback. He's never had any of those. "I'm sorry? I mean, I..." Popclaw took a mouthful of liqueur, rounding the man. "You know..." His face dropped. "there is a world where we could come... to an understanding." Popclaw held the man's shoulder, Hughie looking to Samuel. "Should you be watching this?" He asked, Samuel shrugging.

"I've seen worse."

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"THIS IS WORSE." SAMUEL SPOKE, WATCHING ALEK PRETEND TO ROB POPCLAW'S HOME... In his underwear. "Stop! In the name of the law." She yelled, showing up in a bra and skirt. "Oh, no. Popclaw has caught me." He spoke, Hughie grimacing. Popclaw sauntered up to him from behind, ripping his mask off and pushing him onto his back. "I am gonna sit right here until the cops come." Samuel squeezed his lips shut, the woman sitting on Alek's face. "You're not a cat burglar. You're a filthy pig. Say it." The hand stayed on Samuel's mouth, everyone watching the two... roleplay.

"You're a filthy pig who likes to eat ass." Popclaw inhaled deeply, the repetition coming back muffled from Alek. "Say it!" He repeated himself, Hughie concerned at the way he scratched her legs. "Who likes to eat ass?" Hughie glanced to everyone, seeing Samuel's disgusted face. The rush became too much, claws springing from her wrist as she moaned. "He can't breathe." Hughie spoke, Billy gripping his shoulder before he could leave the lorry.

"No, no, wait." Samuel's eyes widened, Hughie staring at Billy before back at the screen. "Oh, fuck!" Samuel jumped, Popclaw crushing Alek's head as his brain littered her rug. She didn't notice at first, Hughie near traumatised as Frenchie's eyes widened. The realisation never set as Alek didn't make any noise nor movement, the woman walking off of him. Turning to face him, her smile fell at his mangled face, Popclaw stumbling down. "Oh, my..." Samuel watched intently, M.M grimacing. "You let that guy die." Hughie spoke, Frenchie glancing to the man.