𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 | the boys 1

xii. 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

~𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮?~

"Okay, why is this the first time I'm hearing about this plan?" M.M. asked. "This kid needs to be trained up, Butcher."

"Y-yeah, yeah, what he said." Hughie pointed out, finding any way possible to get out of this,"I-I don't know how to blackmail anybody."

Butcher glanced around the stalls for a brief moment before beginning to explain,"Hughie, you done a murder. Comparatively speaking, this should be a piece o' cake."

"But... can't she do it?" He presented Rowan as a second option, which made her face light up somewhat,"She can slip into, like, a million small spaces and she's... kinda' scary." He suggested.

Just as she was opening her mouth to offer to take Hughie's mission, Butcher abruptly interrupted,"Look at her," He gestured to Rowan's clueless face, painted with red, purple and pink.

"Please don't." She groaned, clenching her jaw in annoyance as Butcher invasively wobbled her head while he continued to stand behind her.

"You're honestly telling me you expect me to send a fragile 13 year old into a room full of God-squadders and supes?" He reiterated, joking about by pretending to take immense offense.

"Fradgile? Fuck off!" Rowan pushed him away, scolding his mischievous chuckling,"I can totally do it if you give me some more painkillers - I'll be in and out, they won't even know." She persuaded.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me your knees aren't killing." Butcher challenged.

She stared at him, the lingering green piercing through his dark eyes and stated sternly,"It's fine. I lived through it, didn't I? You can't say it's hard for me to sneak around a busy tent and talk shit back to a shit-talker."

"Very cute, Kiddo. Come on." He sighed, leading her away to the stalls.

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"What's with all the posters, though? Why are there so many?"

"Twats can't think for 'emselves, can they?"

Rowan uncontrollably bared her teeth as she planted her feet to the ground, death-staring the entire matter, but one stall in particular seemed to make her blood boil.

Just for a moment, Butcher caught a glimpse of the small girl he'd met one night in a dark alley. They hardly even shook hands, but it was certainly the beginning of their painful dance. Perhaps he'd met her a few times - and given the way things were going, maybe he could meet her a few more.

Whatever was becoming a soft smile soon trickled off his face when he followed her gaze and yet again, came face to face with the bleach blonde, immaculate uniform and icy blue eyes which she hallucinated flashed red every time she saw them.

He sighed,"Cunt's fuckin' everywhere, I know." He admitted solemnly, gesturing to the poster.

She continued glaring and moved his arm to what she happened to already be scolding, which was a large banner that read,'1 MAN + 1 WOMAN = MARRIAGE' in especially authoritative capital letters. Perhaps, if they'd had a point to preach such things, they'd have a better argument than to shout furiously at their audience, they wouldn't even need the capital letters.