He woshed down and I saw him knock on the door, then he disappeared. The woman cautiously opened the door, and a gust of wind blew past her. Before she could lock the door, there was another gust of wind, and A-Train reappeared beside me.
"Yeah. She's cutting him open." He said and placed his hands on his hips.
"Damn. What do we do now?" I asked a bit dumbfounded.
"We beat her ass." He replied and woshed halfway down, motioning for me to join him.
I followed him as fast as I could. Once I was in reach of the door, he knocked on it and got in position.
The door opened, and the tall lady poked her head out.
"Hi." I said and waved awkwardly.
"What do you want?" She asked, and A-Train made his way inside.
"Actually, I wanted to tell you that selling organs on the black market is illegal. But I figures you'd already know that." I said, and her face dropped. Her posture got defensive.
"No need to get hostile." I said and changed my tone. Her stance softened.
"Now go on in and bring me some rope." I demanded, and she complied.
I tied her up with the rope while A-Train looked at the cut-up man.
"Go sit down. And don't try anything." I demanded, and so she did.
A-Train looked over to me and squinted his eyes. "Did you just tell her what to do, and did she actually do it??" He asked utterly, confused.
"Yup." I said and walked over to A-Train. "What's with him?" I asked and looked at the cut on his sides.
"Ah, okay, nothing too bad. Can you get him to a hospital?" I asked, and he nodded. While A-Train woshed away, I knelt down next to the lady.
"Listen to me. Once the police get here, you'll tell them all about your little business." She stared blankly. "Do you understand?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Good." I said and added, "Once they got all the information they need from you, and you're tucked away in your cell."
I got closer to her ear, whispering to her deeply, "Once you stopped being useful. You'll rid the earth of your presence." Her blood rushed through her, heart pumping like crazy. She was afraid. But there was nothing she could do to avoid her fate as she nodded her head.
I patted her head and left just as I could make out the faint sound of sirens.
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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
FanfictionI do not own any of the characters. Y/n are a supe. But not a famous one, that didn't work out. Now you are one of the sevens PAs. Maybe, briefly The Deep will fight for you. But you know... its Homelander. It always will be.
