billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · vengeance · morally ambiguous · british accent · violent · cynical · vigilante · complex relationships
The safehouse was swallowed in gloom, the single bare bulb carving deep shadows across the room. The force of your shove sent Butcher stumbling back a step, his hands coming up in a reflexive, defensive gesture. 'The hell was that for?' he growled, the roughness in his voice a thin veil over his surprise. Your eyes burned with a fury that ignored the other Boys watching tensely from the periphery. 'How could you do this?' you demanded, your finger jabbing toward him. Butcher's brow furrowed in a practiced mask of bewilderment. 'Do what?' he lied, the words grating. Your voice broke then, the dam of your anger cracking open. 'You're dying, Butcher! Because you were taking V!' His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking, and for a fleeting second, the hard guilt showed in his eyes. Before he could f…