Chapitre 60: 60 Butcher XIII 2 Electric Boogaloo
It was a little over a week after my fight with the Butcher before I got the opportunity to see him again.
In the mean time I've only been in a couple of fights, twice against the heroes, which was boring as hell since they couldn't hurt me and I wasn't allowed to hurt them.
Though I did get to meet that woman who was with Prism again. Turns out she's called Astrologer and she basically calls down meteorites from the sky which are pretty easy to dodge, not that the damage they cause when they land is really too debilitating for me.
The only other fight I've been in was one against the Adepts, who are a bunch of losers that think powers are actually magic and that they should chant and do rituals and shit.
Naturally, I showed them plenty of 'magic' tricks, though I don't think they properly appreciated them.
As a side note, one of the Adepts that I fought ended up leaving the gang and moving city.
I won't even pretend to not be proud of that fact.
In fact, I ended up celebrating the achievement with a few Adept mooks. Not that they seemed to enjoy the celebrations as much as me.
All in all, it's been a fun week.
But none of it was as fun as fighting with the Butcher.
Which is why I was glad when Clara came and told me that Uppercrust wants me to go cause a commotion at a certain place in Teeth territory so as to distract the Butcher.
I don't know what the Elite are going to be using the distraction for and frankly I don't really care, something that I'm pretty sure Uppercrust likes about me.
I don't ask questions.
Not that I need to anyway, Clara likes to complain about her workload when we're cuddling after another of our 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 nights.
Speaking of Clara, I have never in my life met a bigger sub than that woman.
Seriously, when I glare at people it usually makes them want to run away and hide, for Clara it makes her knees weak for a whole other reason.
Though I can't deny that it is incredibly fun to be with her, especially since if she ever annoys me then it usually leads to a steamy few hours where I work out any and all frustrations I have on her.
But whatever entertainment she offers, it still doesn't match up to the Butcher.
Which is why I get annoyed when Clara holds me back as I am stepping out of her car where I am supposed to cause a commotion.
"Be careful. He won't be holding back this time." She says with genuine concern while holding onto my sleeve as I am one foot outside of the car.
Half turning around, I lazily glare at her, causing her to blush and look down.
"So?" Is my cold response as I shaker her hand off and as I step out of the car fully, I can't help but wrinkle my nose slightly at the 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 scent.
I quickly glance back to Clara, looking down for a moment and seeing the slight dampness that I expected.
Too easy, I sigh to myself as I close the door behind me.
I'm probably going to get bored of her soon enough. There's just no challenge with her.
Good thing I'm not planning on staying in the city for long anyway, and the sex is good at least, so I guess I'll just keep her 'till I leave.
Who knows, maybe she could even be a nice little source of inside information.
It's always good to have contacts after all.
Ah well, enough of that. It's time to earn my money.
With that in mind I look around, noting the area to be a semi abandoned but relatively well maintained industrial district, with warehouses and factories as far as the eye can see.
The mega structures of New York are barely visible in the distance over the top of the wide buildings around me.
I assume that the Teeth have some kind of operation set up around here somewhere, otherwise Uppercrust wouldn't put me here to be a distraction.
Though, I also assume that whatever operation it is isn't right here, since I get the feeling that he doesn't actually want me to kill anyone, just to be close enough that Butcher has no choice but to show.
Then again, maybe his people are going to be robbing some place nearby while we fight.
But that all circles back to a previous point, that I just don't really care about any of that.
So with a sigh, I decide that I might as well get started.
In a burst of sparks and blood, a pair of orange-red wings of liquid like energy explode out of my back, growing until they are both larger than my body.
I take a moment to simply admire them as the crack and sparkle quietly behind me.
A simple thought has one of the wings wrapping around me so that I can reach forward and lay a hand on it.
Closing my eyes, I focus on my wings and I think about 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 and 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 and gradually I start to feel my wings becoming hotter.
This is something else I've discovered. I can heat up my extra appendages.
Unfortunately, I can only make them hot to the touch, not hot enough to set anything on fire, nor can I actually cause them to alight with flame.
Today proves to be no different as my wings only get about as hot as scalding water, not enough for my purposes.
But that's fine. I was prepared for it anyway.
From one of my pockets comes a water balloon and I rear back and throw it at one of the buildings around me, splashing the entire front wall and covering it with the balloons contents.
Then I raise one of my wings and take aim.
The next moment, with a crack and a thoom, a blur shoots out of my wing and digs itself into the building, revealing the blur to be a long, bone white spike, crackling with electricity that catches the liquid on the wall and causes the wall to light up in flames.
Gasoline based water balloons, though really there's no point in calling it a water balloon anymore.
That done, I take out another gasoline balloon and move on to the next building over and repeat the process.
Now, we wait.
By the time nearly a dozen buildings are on fire I have already ran out of balloons and am just shooting bone spikes at anything that's not already on fire, Butcher 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 arrives.
I hear the familiar explosion before I see him and am already prepared for him when another explosion sounds off, this one much closer as the Butcher appears in a ball of flame not twenty feet away from me.
𝘔𝘢𝘯, that looks cool.
"Yohoh!~" I greet with a wave, "you're finally here!~ I was really starting to think you wouldn't show up y'know?~ You really shouldn't leave a lady waiting like this~ you'll never get married otherwise.~"
His face twitches at my cheerfulness and he clenches his fist for a second before relaxing them and sighing.
"Four and six want you to know that they like you." He sounds almost defeated and smacks the side of his head with his palm while I process that revelation.
Rather quickly, a bright smile grows on my face and I hug my body and start twisting around as I respond, doing my best impersonation of Clara.
"Awww~ well I like you too!~" I admit assuredly, and it's not even a lie.
"Yeah well, they also want you to kill me, so you can be the next Butcher, so naturally I'm going to have to kill you, if only to get them to shut the fuck up!" He ends his statement with a pointed shout that I'm pretty certain was directed to the voices in his head.
Haaah, it must be nice to always have company.
Unfortunately for Four and Six, I don't really want thirteen people in my head.
One or two? That's fine, I could deal with that. But thirteen?
I wouldn't be able to hear my own thoughts over all that noise.
Solitaire would be ruined for me, since it's something to be enjoyed in silence or with music.
But back to the conversation at hand.
"Don't worry hun~ that's exactly what I like about you.~" I confess with a wink while blowing a kiss forward.
The way his face twitches makes me think that the other Butchers had a lot to say about my response, but apparently Thirteen decides that the tome for conversation is over.
He disappears from in front of me and I don't hesitate to bring out my ribbons, launching them out of my back in a fan shape right as an explosion sounds out behind me.
I feel my ribbons brush against something and turn around to face him, only to see nothing and have another explosion go of right next to me.
Before I even get the chance to stumble away, a hand reaches out and grabs ahold of my arm and pulls me against the force of the explosion.
I see the blade coming for my throat as soon as the flames start to dissipate and I raise my legs and twist my body horizontal in response, pushing my legs out in a kick that barely makes him stumble.
What it does do however, is stop him from being able to pull me closer, giving me the slightest bit of extra time I need to ready my counter.
Right as his blade is inches away from decapitating me, it, along with the Butcher, disappear and not a moment later a three foot long spike of bone sparkling with electricity pierces the ground where he once stood.
The thing about danger sense is that it generally takes precedence over everything else, and thank fuck for that, otherwise we might have both just ended up dying.
No idea what would happen to the Butcher in that case.
He appears a short distance away and I get up to face him, causing us to enter another stand off.
With a menacing slowness, he draws his other blade and I figure that the greetings are over with and match him by allowing my claws to take form, cladding my arms.
With my wings out, I have one more of my extras than last time, only missing my tail, yet somehow I feel like the fight isn't going to go as well for me as last time anyway.
He certainly won't be falling for any simple tricks this time around.
Instead of attacking right away, he gets a pensive look about him that makes me think he's talking to the other twelve and I decide it would be rude to interrupt.
A moment later and he meets my eyes.
"Why don't you just join me? As a member of the Teeth you will have full right to challenge me for the position of Butcher and most importantly six will stop fucking shouting at me."
He sounds annoyed even as he makes what is no doubt a final offer of peace.
Unfortunately, I find peace to be boring and would have rejected on principle even without the voices to consider.
"Sorry hubby~ but I'm not much of a joiner.~ So imma have to regretfully decline.~" I say with a sigh.
He doesn't look the slightest bit surprised and his lip even twitches upward slightly.
"Four says he figured you'd say that." He says with a grin that could scare the elderly into having a heart attack.
I answer his smile with one of my own and we both ready our weapons for another bout.
Only this time, I can tell that he is having nearly as much fun as I am.
Well would you look at that, I think to myself ironically, it looks like I'm actually making friends, who'd have thought it.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
Lusia is falling in looove~~~
Not really but also she kinda is.
She is a complex person beneath the simplicity of her desires.
Butcher XIII is perfect for her because right now they are about the same in terms of power levels. Lusia is faster and more flexible with better staying power, while Butcher is stronger and more durable with better versatility.
They are just about even and neither one can actually beat the other into submission without some measure of luck and she is having a great time fighting him, enough that she's basically falling in love in her own fucked up way that makes her want to rip his limbs off to show just how much she loves him.
Sorry about the long A/N, but I just really like the depth I've built up here between the two of them and I wanted to make sure that y'all can properly appreciate it.
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