You had always thought it was a load of bullshit—the idea of a weapon that could actually take down someone like him. Just some metal, crafted into a blade, with the title ‘Supe Killer’ slapped onto it for dramatic effect. You’d heard the rumors, of course. Stories about how this blade had been specially designed to kill those with powers. But you were skeptical. Nothing could hurt The Homelander, right? He was indestructible, untouchable. And yet, here you were, struggling to breathe as he tightened his grip around your neck.

His hands were like vices, his fingers digging into your skin as he lifted you off the ground, your feet kicking in the air uselessly. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto yours, as if this was some game to him. You could barely make out his mocking smile as the pressure on your throat intensified, suffocating you slowly. Every moment felt like an eternity.

The room spun, and you could barely think, but you had one chance—just one. Your hand fumbled in your pocket, your fingers brushing against the cold steel of the blade you’d been holding onto for so long, the one piece of hope you had left.

In one swift motion, you pulled the blade out and, without thinking, drove it into his gut. It happened so fast, so unexpectedly, that Homelander didn’t even have time to react. The grip on your neck loosened instantly as his hands dropped to his side, his body stiffening as if trying to process the pain—or the fact that something had actually pierced his skin.

Homelander’s face twisted in confusion and rage as he slowly looked back up at you, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. This was the first time you’d ever seen him falter like this, and for a moment, it almost felt like you had the upper hand.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His mind was racing, and you could almost hear the gears turning, trying to understand how this could be possible. It was a rare sight—someone, anyone, taking him by surprise.