𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄 // 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘

CHAPTER 17, best of times, worst of times

The door to Crimson Countess' trailer flew open, the woman immediately flinching at the sound. Without any words and at an insane speed, the Ghost speeds through the cramped space, tackling the Countess off the bed, straight to the ground before she could react, only a "what the fuck" leaving her mouth. She was sure that she knocked something over in the process. Vi took this as a sign that her and The Boys managed to arrive before Ben did. She didn't waste a second when she busted out of the almost still moving car and ran ahead of Butcher and Hughie, who were likely still somewhere near the gates of... well, whatever this chimp enclosure where Countess lived was.

Vi didn't care that this was supposed to be Butcher's move, she had to have a word with Countess before she ends up in a situation worse than Kimiko in Russia. She was lucky enough to have Countess land on her stomach. Vi placed one of her boots on top of the other woman's back, pressing her back to the ground, while also pulling her arms upwards, towards herself. She could've broken her spine right then and there, it was her chance to do so, but then she wouldn't be able to talk, and anyways, why not let Ben have the pleasure of ending his former "girlfriend"?

"What the hell are you doing, you bitch?" Countess breathes out, venom lacing all her words.

"I'm here to talk. You're fucked."

"I'm not as scared of you as you think," she retorts.

"Good. Because it's not me you should be scared of," she confidently says, right before phasing right into Countess' hand and materializing. The Countess lets out a deafening scream, blood flowing from where her left hand once was.

It took Vi some time to get Countess on the chair she set up in almost the middle of the room, interrogation-style. Now, the Countess wasn't much of a threat, with one of her hands missing.

"I know. You're mad at me. No magic hands anymore," Vi starts, lightly motioning at the missing hand. She tried to minimize the bleeding by wrapping a hair tie on the woman's wrist right above where her hand once was. Imagine if somebody with one hand got this power, no hand signs and no power. In the background was some guy talking, asking "where'd you go" for the millionth time. "I'm so- Could you switch that fucking TV off?!"

Countess glanced around quickly. The thing was, she didn't have a TV. At first Vi didn't mind, thinking it will be over soon, but this was either not coming from a TV, or was a pretty fucking boring and weird show.

"It's the phone. You uh... knocked it over," Countess quietly states, her eyes fixed on the tiny setup, now knocked over on the ground.

"Who the fuck would you be calling," Vi breathes out, grabbing the ring light's rod, placing the setup back to its original position. She read what was on the screen with squinted eyes, almost snorting a laugh when she realized.

"Wha- SupePornPlatinum? Are the bills really this high? Wait, do you even pay bills for this tiny trailer?" She asks with a smile, looking over her shoulder, back at Countess, who was visibly miserable. Was it because her hand exploded a few minutes ago, or because somebody just discovered her secret porn site? Definitely the latter. "Your guy's still here," Vi continues, observing other details. "Okay Sir uh... I'm not saying that, my guy, but the show's over, now go and touch some grass. Bye!" And with that, she ends the call. "Wait, you actually charge people for this?" She asks, noticing the banner on the side. "19.50 dollars per minute, that's... that's 390 whole crisp american dollars! Shit, that much for your shriveled up pussy? Who would- Okay, I get why they put you with Ben out of all supes."

The Countess was just trying to avoid eye contact at this point.

"On the topic of Ben," Vi brings up, "do you know what exactly happened to him? Just asking."