Capítulo 5: Chapter 5: The Boys assembled
Hughie stared at a sink as Mike held his shoulder and comforted him "You did good, lad. That was the first step towards gaining strength. The next ones won't be any easier, but you can reach heights most men won't even know exist."
Butcher looked at Hughie being cleaned up and asked "Did you really have to make the kid physically be there and watch him blow up?"
Mike sighed and said "Hughie is suitable for one of the strongest specialist, a death knight. He has a natural anger towards all things and it has even been strengthened by the death he saw. He is a prime candidate for a death knight."
Butcher looked at Mike with doubt and then said "Ain't that right? What about me? Why ain't I a death knight?"
Mike shook his head "You're constantly angry. Death knights need repressed anger. Anger they have been repressing to the point where it became ingrained into their very soul. A perfect candidate for a death knight would be such a person. I'm sorry, Butcher, but your freedom restricts your ability to store hatred. Hughie, all his life all he has known is to store hatred, now it is time to learn how to release it."
Butcher sighed at Mike's remark. He knew he was right. He has been angry since the day he was born, taking others shit and not speaking up isn't his style. "Alright, you may have a point. You know this 'class' thing better than us, so I can't really argue. Say, what class might you be?"
Mike nodded his head and said "I'm a blade dancer." Butcher and Frenchie both raised an eyebrow at that "Why's it called eh blade danca?" Mike smiled at the remark and drew his axe.
Within an instant, he appeared with it millimeters away from Butcher's chest and looked dead into his eyes "Because to do this, you need to dance with your blade."
Mike holstered his axe back onto his backpack and said "Thought I may have wanted to show off, I have been humbled. Never seen a man, who didn't flinch at my explanation of this ability."
Butcher smirked and said "I've had worse." Mike laughed and said "You liar!" Butcher looked at this conversation with a frown and tried to remember where he had heard a similar one, but soon gave up as nothing came to mind.
Hughie finally cleaned the blood of Translucent off of himself and stared at Butcher "I'll go get clothes." Butcher frowned at that and answered "We will get you clothes." Hughie shook his head and answered "I want MY clothes. I'm going home to get them. Don't worry, I'll be back."
Butcher nodded and said "Well! Sadly, luv, we ain't coming back here, so Frenchie, go with little ol Hughie here, Mike, you're with me. Let's split."
Mike nodded and said We have stuff to do Hughie. Sort your life out, make sure you have no regrets left and afterwards we can begin your training. Butcher, Lead the way."
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"A good friend of ours works here and I need him on the team. See, his name is Mother's Milk, so don't be disrespectful."
Mike looked confused and nodded "Guess naming children after dairy products is a common theme." Butcher smirked "You don't fucking say."
The two men walked into the blue building and stood near a fenced window. When Mike looked through the fence, he noticed a big man.
A bulky black man with a very good looking beard was scolding two young kids and both of them replied "No mister Milk."
Mother's Milk answered "Alright, now you two boys put your names at the bottom of the list and I don't wanna hear no more trouble out of the two of you."
The two kids respond "Yes mister Milk."
Mother's Milk nodded his head and went back to his office.
As soon as he came in, Butcher spread his hands and smiled, waiting for a hug from his friend. "Oh no, not you again."
"Nice to see you too, old chum. How you've been?"
Mother's Milk sighed and said "Look, Butcher, let's cut the bullshit of 'how you've been', where I say fine and we just jerk eachother off and get straight to the point. Who's this asian motherfucker on the side as well?"
Butcher coughed a bit and answered "Milk, meet Mike. Mike, this is Milk."
Mike extended his hand and Milk just stared at it without budging. Mike raised an eyebrow and said "Not one for courtesy, I see. Me neither, I prefer just *phasing* things out."
Butcher noticed the small threat in those seemingly innocent words and said. "I'm putting the team back together and before you say anything, trust me you are gonna want to be a part of this."
Mother's Milk "Butcher, I can't go back, I have a family, me and Monique are back together and I feel like I'm making a breakthrough here with these boys!"
A small fight broke out behind the fence, which Mother's Milk easily stopped. Butcher stood up and said "happy to know you and Monique are back together and that you are doing God's work, but the team needs you."
Butcher pointed at Mike and said "This lad gave me a bit of information you will want to hear. You see, we all hate supes here, more than anyone realistically. Now, what this little birdie said to me can being them down. You in or not?"
Mother's Milk answered with an interested face "Alright, what is this news?" Butcher smirked and leaned towards Mother's Milk.
"Supes aren't born, they're made in a lab."
Mother's Milk's eyes widened as he stared at Mike who nodded his head. Butcher's smirk widened and he continued "And this motherfucker is also the guy, who almost lopped Translucent's head clean off!"
Mother's Milk stared in awe, as the man in question once again extended hand of Mike and decided to shake it. "The name's Mike, resident blade dancer."
Mother's Milk smiled at that and said "Kid, you can dance anything as long as you can kill supes." After the handshake and getting to know eachother part was over between the two, 3 of the 5 boys left the Juvenile detention center and they drove a van to a special location.
"Say, M.M. wouldn't happen to be one of those classes of yours now?" Mother's milk was confused about what Butcher was talking about, but Mike cleared it up for him
"It is a shame really. He is most definitely a commander, a natural born leader, but I don't have the knowledge of commanders. I cannot teach him. At most, he can be a wayfarer as well. Though it would truly be a shame for a man as talented as you to become a wayfarer."
Mother's Milk expected Mike to clear it up, but he understood only half of what the two were talking about "I'll take the complement, Butcher can fill me in on the rest while we drive."
Butcher buckled his seatbelt and started explaining "So, the cunt back There's from outer space...
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