chapter 106

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"How about you answer me first." I demanded.

"Yes. Of course." She said and ripped some of her hair out. "You see, we had this biiig thing happening that you were supposed to attend. The only problem was no one could find you." She exhaled sharply.

"What thing? Why wasn't I informed!" I snapped back at her.

"It was a spontaneous thing where you were supposed to make an appearance. Some sort of Make A Wish shit." The Deep explained shortly.

"Spontaneous Make A Wish? What... the kid had a case of spontaneous combustion? Or lighting cancer?" I asked. Deep snorted but covered it with a cough.

"We had to send A-Train instead." She said angrily and motioned to the news that was in screen.

There was a kid in a hospital bed without any hair.
There were a couple of balloons, some red some blue, some Black, there were drawings on the wall, Stickfigures that looked like the seven. All of the seven were present except A-Train. But  A-Train was the one who knelt next to the bed.

"Oh shit." I said and chuckled.

A-Train was talking to the kid, trying to make him smile, but that kid looked so disappointed.
Suddenly, the machinery surrounding them started beeping as the small body seemed to fall in on itself.

"Oh. Shit!" I said loudly and gasped.

"You could say that the kid died of disappointment." Ashley stated and looked over at me. "Since neither Homelander nor Red Canary were available to visit poor little Timmy-" Ashley said overly dramatic until I cut her off, "You sent fucking A-Train! Even I know that he can't do without a script!" I yelled, and she held her hears.
I stepped closer to her and looked at her intently. "I suggest you go to whoever is in charge of you and suck up to them because sending A-Train is the most stupidest thing you could have done." I told her, using my power, and she walked out the door.

I shook my head and looked back at the screen, then over to Black Noir. "Did the kid actually die?" Black Noir shook his head no.
"He's in critical condition." The Deep threw in as he stepped toward us.

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