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·"Buddy. I don't want to do anything. I just do it."
A-Train's eyes darted to my foot pinning his wrist. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was in pain.
But more than thatâhe was scared.
A-Train. The fastest man alive. The one who turned people into red paste on sidewalks without losing sleep.
And now?
He was staring at me like I was the boogeyman.
I could hear Hughie's shaky breathing behind me. Could feel Butcher's calculating gaze burning into my back.
Frenchie? He was just smoking, watching like this was some fucked-up reality show.
And me?
I was having fun.
I pressed harder on A-Train's wrist. He groaned, trying to twist out from under me.
"Listen, buddy," I said, grinning. "I'm curiousâhow fast can you crawl?"
His breath hitched.
A single thought passed through my head.
Do it.
Break his legs. Change the timeline. Break everything.
I raised my fistâlightning crackled around itâ
Thenâ
DING.
The System pinged.
My vision blurred for a second. My veins burned like fire.
Power Spin Activated.
I barely had time to process before my mind was flooded with information.
New Power Unlocked: The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
I blinked.
Wait.
WHAT?!
I got two powers in a day?
---
Vought Tower was in chaos.
"Get eyes on A-Train NOW!" Madelyn Stillwell snapped at the team of analysts.
A dozen techs scrambled at their consoles.
Homelander?
He stood still, arms crossed, watching the screens without blinking.
Thenâ
A blip.
A-Train's tracker. Active again.
And the footage?
It showed a person.
Standing over A-Train. Electricity crackling. His eyes glowing.
Homelander tilted his head.
"Well," he murmured. "Isn't this interesting?"
---
I staggered back as my body adjusted. The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
Doctor Strange shit.
Indestructible mystic chains that could bind gods.
I exhaled sharply. "Alright. That's... new."
A-Train? He didn't get it. He just took the opportunity to scramble away.
Mistake.
I flicked my wrist.
The air rippled.
And thenâBOOM.
Thick red bands shot from my hands, wrapping around A-Train's limbs like snakes.
He screamed.
The bands tightened.
He struggled, muscles bulgingâtrying to break free.
Impossible.
His bones creaked. His veins bulged.
Even Butcher looked stunned.
I tilted my head. "So⊠do I crush you now, or do we have a chat first?"
A-Train's chest heaved. "Y-You don'tâdon't wanna do this, manâŠ"
I leaned in. Grinning. "Buddy. I don't want to do anything. I just do it."
The bands pulsed.
And thenâ
BOOM!
The roof EXPLODED.
A figure dropped in.
Fast. Brutal.
Black armor. Expressionless.
Black Noir.
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A/N: I shouldn't break the rhythm, but I had to. Sorry for the inconvenience. But there are two important announcements and one thing that I would like to clarify. Some of the readers are calling me out because I have left some fanfics, some dropped some on hiatus. I don't mind u calling me out on that. It is great, but here's the thing. Any of the fanfics I wrote were all AUs. Yet they need the characters to be as they were in the series, movies or comics or whatsoever. That' s not how things worked. Some cursed me for that, some went on as far as calling me things and spreading hatred by leaving negative reviews. I didn't like the fact that the only things I got were those negative reviews while some other author who had shit plot, shit character and world development got positive reviews and a lot of patreons, because he wrote smut. I tried it, I really did. But I couldn't give a good smut FanFic. So I continued. Here's an ultimatum if u don't like it, don't read. But just because u don't get smut and other shits that u expect don't leave negative reviews or hatred comments. If it is ur personal preference please just state that. When u say it is shit or trash, ppl believe it. Regardless of how it can be personal dislikes or not.so that's it
And about the 2 announcements.
1. I am working on a new FanFic. The boys one, I am coming to an end, so the new FanFic I thought is Final Destination. Still I would post it after I finish the boys one. In a few days. So give support there. Obviously patreons would get the first view and all.
The second announcement is that, I have officially published a crime thriller novel. It is out in Amazon. Kindle unlimited readers can read it. And leave reviews. If possible. It isn't too big. Just around 10 chaps. It is part 1 of a crime thriller series. Here is the blurb just so u could get interest. Not the official, just writing it.
So the story is about a cop, mainly from his pov. His city is plagued by a serial killer who kills people and leave behind memes or other funny quotes at the crime scene. The cop has to work his way from the depths of hell that his life and the killer weaves around him. Relationship breaks, people die. His loved ones in danger. And all that shit. U would see gore too.
Name of the series is- Trace Evidence.
Name of the book is- Meme Killer
Author's name- Akhil Pillai.
I would leave the link in my comments. If possible support it.
Thank you.
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The room erupted.
Butcher cursed. "Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding meâ"
Noir moved before anyone could reactâblades flashing.
I spun.
Red bands lashed outâbut Noir ducked under them, silent as a shadow.
Fast. Precise. Lethal.
He was on me in a second.
A blade slashed.
I barely dodgedâthe edge grazing my arm.
Pain flared.*
"Well," I muttered, flexing my fingers. "Guess I get to kill a ninja today."
Noir didn't react.
He just attacked again.
And this time?
He was aiming for my throat.
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Annie JanuaryâStarlightâstood frozen in the hallway of Vought Tower.
Her first day in The Seven.
And it was already a nightmare.
A-Train was missing.
Deep was being a creep.
Homelander was staring at her like a predator.
And now?
Now she was about to witness just how fucked up this world really was.
"Suit up, sweetheart," Homelander said, smiling. "We're going hunting."
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Black Noir was fast.
Too fast.
I was blockingâbarelyâwhile he pressed forward.
Silent. Unstoppable.
Metal clashed against my lightning. Sparks flew.
My Crimson Bands lashed outâwrapping around his leg.
Noir twisted.
And thenâ
He ripped free.
*Holy shit.*
Hughie yelped.
Frenchie whispered, "This is bad."
I grinned. "This is fun."
Noir lunged.
I raised my hand.
Lightning erupted.
The warehouse became a fucking warzone.
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Inside Vought Tower, alarms blared.
The Seven were mobilizing.
Homelander watched the live feed.
Lightning. Destruction.
And that man.
The one fighting Noir.
His smile widened.
"Oh," he murmured. "Now this is interesting."