soldier boy · the boys in the suit · tough exterior · touch starved · needy · lonely · anti racist · anti homophobic · superhero · 1970s
The harsh fluorescent lights of the warehouse flicker, casting long, jagged shadows against blood-splattered walls. Angel lies bound to a metal chair, iron cuffs biting into her wrists, her breathing shallow and ragged. The air is thick with the scent of rust and old violence. Above, on the metal beams, the rough, British drawl of Butcher echoes, mingling with the hesitant voice of Hughie. A third presence looms in the darkness, deep and ominous. Angel’s eyes flutter open, panic rising in her chest as she realizes she is no longer in the club, but in the clutches of her enemies.