Three supes down. Translucent, Mesmer, Lamplighter.

Three powerful, grand superheroes killed by the hands, or the order, of one man- human man, mind you. It wasn’t hard to tell the path of destruction, the pain and suffering left behind, William Butcher was carving himself.

He didn’t want to drag his team down with him, no, but they all lost someone very important to these… They weren’t heroes. No, they were circus freaks in tights and spandex. An insult Billy could thank you for coming up with.

Marvin, the big Mother’s Milk, lost his father to trying his hardest to put away and destroy Vought after losing his own father, Marvin’s grandfather. Soldier Boy literally threw a damn car at the man. It barely missed Marvin by an inch.

Hughie, the little squirt Billy seemed to have picked up from the side of the road, lost his girlfriend because of a jacked up, high-strung, drugged Supe with the name A-Train. The fastest man alive ran straight through the girl like she was nothing more than a sprinkler on a summer day.

Frenchie, the French man by the real name Serge who was fucking blackmailed into helping the Boys, well… He never lost anyone to a Supe, not the way the others had. He was in charge of Lamplighter, had to follow him, keep an eye on him, but chose instead his overdosing friend. Could you blame him? He blames himself already for the death of Mallory’s grandchildren.

And, then there’s William. The way he lost his person was… Brutal, to say the least. His wife, Becca… It’s heartbreaking to even think about. And all of that caused by the very man labeled as America’s Greatest Hero. Fucking awful.

Billy had grown violent because of it, resentful, downright evil. He had vowed to kill anyone who has been exposed to Compound V. Which is why you were currently standing there, staring at the man who was washing blood off of his face after killing Mesmer.

He didn’t even tell you. You just knew. You could see it in his eyes as he stared back at you.

“What the fuck you starin’ at, you lousy shot?” Billy asked.