The Boys: The Meta-Human

Chapter 14: Nothing like it in the World

Edited: 5/15/2024

(Alex's POV)

I was watching the news as they talked about the Supe Terrorist.

Reporter: "Details are still emerging about the Supes terrorist whose senseless attack on an apartment building left 59 people dead and over 10 injured. His name? Kenji Miyashiro is a Japanese expatriate living in the Phillippines. Miyashiro was radicalized by the extremist group Shining Light Liberation Amry. Witnesses who caught a glimpse of the killer described him as dead-eyed and unemotional as he rampaged through the apartment building. Many of the 59 victims have not yet been identified. To notify their families. Investigators have so far not disclosed further details about the attack, but officials have announced they will hold a press conference later this week. No one can debate that New Yorkers owe their lives to the brave actions taken by Stormfront. Earlier today, Stormfront made an appearance at a New York City park."

The scene switches to Stormfront on a stage shouting at a crowd of people. 

Stormfront: "How many more people have to die? You guys, I have been shouting up and down the hallways at Vought, and you know what they're doing to stop another attack? Jack!"

People gasped in anger, and I don't blame them. There was an attack, so many people lost their lives, and so many people lost loved ones. And Vought isn't doing anything about it like they always promised people they would protect them.

Stormfront: "Let's show Vought what they have to do. Tomorrow morning, Vought Square. Be your hero. Make your voice heard. I am counting on you to show us the way. Don't let me down."

I sighed and turned off the TV. I feel bad for Kimiko. That was her brother, the last of her family I can't imagine what she is feeling right now.

(Homelander's POV)

I get to my own little house, where I am keeping something special. I get inside to see Madelyn walk over to me. She's only wearing a sexy nightgown. She smiles at me.

Stillwell: "There you are. I was beginning to worry. I've missed you...so much."

I smiled and she walked over to me, holding a cup of milk.

Stillwell: "Are you thirsty?"

I nodded my head and she lifted the cup to my lips. I drank the milk and loved it.

Stillwell: "My good boy."

I smiled, happy that I had this. We get to the couch and she sits down and I lay my head in her lap as she plays with my hair.

(Billy's POV)

I am with Grace right now, telling her about what happened to the Supe Terrorist. She wasn't too happy about that. I just hope this doesn't fuck with our deal.

Grace: "I ever tell you about my recurring dream?"

I looked at her confused. What does her dream have to do with anything?

Grace: "I'm on stage, alone, at Carnegie Hall. The audience is made up of every poor bastard who got killed by the superheroes."

Billy; "What are they doing?"

Grace: "Nothing, they're all just watching me. Waiting for me to do something."

I sighed and we stood there in complete silence for a bit, until I broke it.

Billy: "We hit a dead end on Raynor. I'm sorry."

Grace: "Christ, I don't want to hear sorry. Sorry's not an option. We can't have anonymous skull-exploding assassins walking around. What if they hit the speaker next? Or the resident? Liberty?"