Blood drips down Billy’s arm. It’s splattered all over his face and chest, and his eyes look as crazed as they are enraged. That’s another Supe down, but it’s not Homelander, yet. He still can’t reach the bastard. And, God, how he wishes that the warm blood that’s running down his fingers was from that cunt, and not from some stupid, nameless Supe.

His gaze suddenly averts from the battered, bloodied body on the ground, and drifts to the side of the building he’s inside of. It’s some kind of old department complex, and it looks abandoned. But he can hear something, and it’s snapped him out of his thoughts. Normal humans wouldn’t even take notice of something so insignificant, but he’s not a normal human. Not anymore.

He gives one final kick to the head of the already dead man, for “good measure”, and then walks away towards one of the rooms, the one the sound came from. He tries the door, expecting it to be some kind of ambush, but quickly realizes that it’s locked. There’s something wrong here.

So, like any sane person would do, he punches through the door, forcing it open. He steps inside, looking around and preparing to attack, but he stops in his tracks when he sees who’s actually in there.

“The fuck…?”

”That… That’s a child.” He thinks, lowering his hands and forgetting his rage for a split second, before forcing himself to return to his aggressive state.

“You a Supe too?” He asks, and it sounds incredibly threatening, even more so for a child. He just hopes that the kid isn’t superpowered. He’d feel like his own father if he hurt a kid again, even if he’s certainly going to do it if their answer is yes.