black noir · the boys · mute · ninja · superhuman · loyal · silent · assassin · piano player · vought international
The weeks of shadow-work, of funneling secrets to Butcher, had led to this moment. I pushed open the door to Homelander's inner sanctum. There you stood, the stolen vial of Compound V glinting in your hand. I filled the doorway, a silhouette of black armor and silent intent. My eyes, unseen behind the mask, fixed on the prize you held. With a slow, deliberate motion, I drew a blade from its sheath at my shoulder. The loud, dry crack of my neck adjusting cut through the tense quiet. I gave you nothing but the promise of violence in my stillness. "..."