Chapitre 1: A Father's Fucked Up Dream.
[~14th April 1988~]
[~Mary Blue Hospital, New York~]
A light summer rain had enveloped the night of New York city in a grim glory.
A grey Aston Martin halted under the establishment of Mary Blue and a fine looking gentleman stepped out of it, his black suit fitting his body sharper than a knife.
"I would suggest haste, Master Arthur." A middle-aged black man peaked out of the driver's side. "Lady Elena was impatient about Master Robert's well-being."
Arthur Vernon let out a sigh as he looked up at the venue, the lighting crashing behind its view made it jump out like a haunted mansion out of a horror novel.
"When is she not, Elijah?" Arthur climbed up while the butler drove into a side park.
Arthur pushed open the door's while led into a large lobby.
The hospital would have felt entirely abandoned if not for the flickering lights and the nurses crossing between the wards on random occasions.
Arthur, not minding the state of the building, casually strolled towards the reception.
"Hello, sir." The receptionist greeted him.
"Hi, I'm here to pick up my son." His hand reached into his inner pockets drawing the receptionist's curious eyes.
He grinned, placing a silver card on the table with a black V etched over it and a set of serial numbers on its bottom.
"He's quite special, I believe."
She blinked as she identified the card and slowly her lips curled into an innocent smile.
"Of course sir." She swiped the card into her hands. "Aren't all of them?"
His grin faded as his eyes slightly twitched at her words. She gestured to him to follow and he did so with a scowl.
'Fucking bitch.' He muttered to himself as he followed her deep into the hospital and soon he found himself at an iron door blocking the entrance to a hidden wing of the establishment.
She swiped the card into the lock and tapped in a combination of numbers and the door hissed open revealing a hallway, tinged on the rays of blue shone on either side.
All of the rooms had futuristic machines with many carrying a large number of babies placed on incubators with a blue liquid connected to their arms through IV drips.
The receptionist led him into one of the rooms, where a middle aged doctor with grey hair was scribbling something on his pad.
She passed the card into his hands and he narrowed his eyes while giving it a look.
The doctor nodded to him and led them towards an incubator with a set of numbers matching the ones on the card.
He pocketed the card and picked up the file placed next to the baby, adjusting his glasses he gave it a read out loud.
"Robert Vernon is it?" He asked and Arthur nodded.
He gave him a sharp look and grunted. "I want a verbal acknowledgement."
Arthur blinked, his eyes twitching once more before he exasperatedly sighed. "Yes."
"This is his last check up, am I right?"
"Yes." Arthur stressed, tapping his foot impatiently.
"His vital signs are stable, all organs are in their own places." The doctor read the report carelessly. "No signs of variation or biological mutation, complexion retained, overall product quality: good."
He passed the pad with crosses marking the places Arthur needed to sign.
"Please sign at those places." He said but Arthur didn't seem to bother and nonchalantly drew his name over it after giving it a glance.
"Nancy, prepare the child." He ordered and she immediately followed.
While she was preparing the kid, the doctor decided to have a word with the father, a routine he had been doing for the parents of all the children taken out of this facility since he was transferred here.
"In case you are unimpressed by the set of powers your son had manifested, you can place him here." He mentioned passing a card with nothing but a simple phone number in it. "They would guide you through it."
Arthur narrowed his eyes in disapproval but silently dissipated it, clutching his fist as he nodded.
'Keep it in, Keep it in, you stupid bastard.' He sighed internally. 'They don't know your son, they don't know he was born for a purpose, they don't understand it, keep it in.'
"Here he is!" The nurse chimed in, pulling a trolley with the baby nuzzled inside it.
"Alright then." Arthur mockingly smiled and snatched the trolley before turning away.
"And another one goes down the drain." He mumbled, looking at the retreating back of the man.
As soon as Arthur was out of the facility, he picked up the baby in his hands, covering him from the rain under his suit and kicked away the trolley ferociously.
Elijah raised his brows at his master's doing and as Arthur climbed into the vehicle, He said. "I take, it didn't go well."
"Shut the fuck up and drive back to the mansion." Arthur hissed quietly as to not wake up his son.
Elijah sighed as he pressed the gas and drove the vehicle out of the vicinity. His mind braced for what awaited him tonight.
His master was in a foul mood, and that meant trouble for him.
Once they were out of the busy streets of New York, it didn't take them long to find themselves on the driveway to a mansion in Winchester.
A young Caucasian woman was standing at the entrance eagerly waiting for her husband to step out of the car with their son.
As soon as Arthur stepped out of the car, he passed Robert to his wife and furiously stepped into the mansion.
"Elijah prepare the cave!" He yelled and his servant nodded regrettably.
"Yes master."
Elena scoffed while her eyes filled with disgust watched as the man walked into the house admitting his defeat even before her husband had begun punishing him.
"Oh my sweet pup." She cooed happily as she saw her son's eyes open sporting a curious glint. "Did you miss mommy? Did you miss mommy? You are home now, Dada brought you home."
She brought down her lips and pressed them gently on his forehead and slowly whispered in his ears. "Let's get you inside, daddy's gonna put on a show for you."
Elena spent an hour after, taking care of his needs, feeding him her milk, changing his dress and making sure he was all taken care off, before she took him to the study room.
The baby watched curiously as his mother pulled a couple of books in an order and a secret door buzzed open, revealing an elevator leading down.
She descended the elevator to a large cave with various equipment from large to small presented on it and in the middle of it all, stood her husband.
Elijah was placed on a table, his mouth gagged, arms cuffed, his glasses and trousers removed, his ass wide open, blood leaking out of it and his groin dangling free in the air, with a few open cuts on his inner thighs, snot and saliva mixed together as he cried in pain.
"These bastards Elijah!" Arthur screamed to his face as he walked around the table, a whip in his hands. "They dare think my son won't be good!"
He whipped the man, older than him right in his butt, earning a muffled scream as the whip left a long streak of red on his ass.
"'My son!' how can he not be good! He would be better than good! He would be the best!" He yelled, thrashing the whip multiple times against Elijah's ass as he spoke.
"He would suppress them all! My son would stand above those snotty, ass-hair-licking, cock sucking, dipstick motherfuckers!" He dropped the whip and went to the front of Elijah and clasped his cheeks in his hand and spoke pridefully, all his sadistic sense drained down.
"He would be bigger than Soldier Boy, I see it, I see it in his future, his name would be sung all over the world, his statues raised on every city, a saviour, a god, basked in glory… and I would be there right beside him, watching over, diminishing and destroying anybody who dares to come in his way."
Arthur nodded to himself as he saw his wife and son watching him from the corners. His eyes slowly left them and turned towards Elijah, who was drooling and unconscious.
Arthur grumbled and pulled the gag out of his mouth.
He sat next to his servant and gazed at his son, he made a promise to himself, his son would be the next Soldier Boy or even better, the First God.
He would make sure of that.
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[A/N: This is a idea that just popped into my head two hours ago and here is the chapter.
I will make sure to update this every Sunday.
This will be a volume based story. Meaning, it might take a few chapters before the start of the Boys canon.
I have seen all those SI Homelander Fics and none except a three had given me a good villain fic.
But seeing as Homelander is too used up, I have decided to go with someone new.]
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