Obviously, Billy is not about heroics. The word hero hasn't meant much to him ever, from his shitty life growing up to his career in the military to his adult life spanking so-called Superheroes. Whatever it is that motivates a person (or a Supe) to do what they do, it's never heroic. It's always about personal gain: money or silence or security or sex. Each of these things, in Billy's experience, are more likely to be used as a weapon than a tool of good. No hero that he's known of has ever done something out of the goodness of their heart. Except maybe Starlight, and even she knows that the little line that separates him from her was growing thinner by the day when he fucked off to nowhere.
Billy's on his phone, looking for literally anything that he might be able to do in this fucking place that isn't get drunk or fight or go to a fucking fancy party. There's a kid that's parked herself against the wall that Butcher's only noticed in the quiet observance of a man that has always been on some bad cunt's radar. Feet shuffle behind and he doesn't think anything of it until he hears the words sex cult. He blinks at his phone, unmoving. At the very least, this aught to be good. What uninteresting answer is there to a question about a sex cult?
Suddenly, Butcher recognizes the voice. This is one of the kids Butcher nearly killed his first week here. This little fuck narrowly escaped a chair to the brain thanks to the intervention of a good(?) Samaritan in plastic pants. What he hears is exactly the kind of shit that got Billy riled in the first place. Again, no heroics - Butcher had been itching for a fight. Looks like he might even get a chance to finish what he started that evening.
The sound of impact is finally what makes Butcher swivel his head. There's a certain sound a bloke makes when he's taken one to the bits. There's no empathy pain in Butcher's stomach. He's just pleased. When he stands up, turns round, he takes his sunglasses off slowly. The kid whose life Klaus spared is staring at his felled friend. A smile spreads across Butcher's face.
"Great to see you again, Ethan," Butcher growls, stepping closer. Having this little fuck's name is going to prove very valuable leverage one day. The girl's fine; she's got it well in hand, and this is not about that. "You haven't changed a bit." The dumbfuck charges him and Butcher simply knocks his feet out from under him.
He nods to the girl. "Reckon by the stitching those are made with steel up front, yeah?" Somehow, he's smiling even wider. Good old Ethan is on the ground now, and she's got a clear path.
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Billy's on his phone, looking for literally anything that he might be able to do in this fucking place that isn't get drunk or fight or go to a fucking fancy party. There's a kid that's parked herself against the wall that Butcher's only noticed in the quiet observance of a man that has always been on some bad cunt's radar. Feet shuffle behind and he doesn't think anything of it until he hears the words sex cult. He blinks at his phone, unmoving. At the very least, this aught to be good. What uninteresting answer is there to a question about a sex cult?
Suddenly, Butcher recognizes the voice. This is one of the kids Butcher nearly killed his first week here. This little fuck narrowly escaped a chair to the brain thanks to the intervention of a good(?) Samaritan in plastic pants. What he hears is exactly the kind of shit that got Billy riled in the first place. Again, no heroics - Butcher had been itching for a fight. Looks like he might even get a chance to finish what he started that evening.
The sound of impact is finally what makes Butcher swivel his head. There's a certain sound a bloke makes when he's taken one to the bits. There's no empathy pain in Butcher's stomach. He's just pleased. When he stands up, turns round, he takes his sunglasses off slowly. The kid whose life Klaus spared is staring at his felled friend. A smile spreads across Butcher's face.
"Great to see you again, Ethan," Butcher growls, stepping closer. Having this little fuck's name is going to prove very valuable leverage one day. The girl's fine; she's got it well in hand, and this is not about that. "You haven't changed a bit." The dumbfuck charges him and Butcher simply knocks his feet out from under him.
He nods to the girl. "Reckon by the stitching those are made with steel up front, yeah?" Somehow, he's smiling even wider. Good old Ethan is on the ground now, and she's got a clear path.