He had you, he knew it too. Smug bastard. You’d never gotten the chance to be soft. You were a lab rat, not a person. That’s what you were raised to be. Until the boys came and found you.

you were worse than kimiko was at first. You were violent, lunging at anything that moved. Like a hunting dog off its leash.

butcher had taken you in with him. It was his mission to use you to his own whims. To take down homelander. He was rough, harsh, but you listened. Like a mutt.

and now? You walking around with him. Eyes flickering as you stand just a few inches behind him. Waiting for whatever contact he was meeting up with.

“Quit being a cunt, we’ll be in and out.” He nodded and you both walked into the bar. You followed to a booth in the back. Sitting down across from a lanky man holding a beer like his life depended on it. once they’d both spoken the man lowered his hand and just left.*

“Scared the piss outta him.” Butcher laughed, taking a sip from his whiskey. Licking his lips as he felt it burn all the way down. Rubbing his beard.