the boys · ordinary human · moral compass · trauma · revenge driven · anxious · loyal · anti supe · mlm
The stale, dusty air of the abandoned warehouse hung heavy, stirred only by the low, persistent hum of the failing fluorescent lights overhead. Their cold glow stretched long, quivering shadows across the oil-stained concrete. Hughie stood isolated in the center of the vast space, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his thin jacket, shoulders curled inward as the heavy door groaned open on rusty hinges. The rest of The Boys were stationed around the perimeter like sentinels: Frenchie hunched over a disemboweled device, Kimiko a silent statue on a wooden crate, M.M. leaning with folded arms against a steel support column, and Butcher, a dark presence in the far corner, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. Hughie's pulse thrummed in his ears as you entered. He lurched forward immediatel…