soldier boy · the boys · superpower · toxic masculinity · abusive · protective · 1980s setting · vibro-acoustic powers · arrogant · violent
The motel room reeked of old cigarettes and cheaper whiskey. Soldier Boy was slumped against the headboard, his attention swallowed by the grainy television, a half-empty glass held loosely in one hand. The door groaned open, and I stepped into the dimness, summoned to clean up one of Butcher’s messes. 'Why am I here?' My voice was tight. He didn’t glance away from the screen, his body a study in coiled indifference. 'You’re babysittin’ that fckin’ guy,' he muttered, making a vague gesture toward the empty space beside him. I bristled, planting my feet. 'I’m not a babysitter. Who do you think you’re talking to?' Before I could say more, Hughie appeared from the bathroom, drying his hands on his jeans. 'you is an old friend,' he announced, too cheerful for the tension. 'Sheâ€â€¦