Free Web NovelChapter 46: 46: Hillel: A-Train, report back to Vought tomorrow!
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, and yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
~ Frédéric Chopin
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The next day.
Hillel went to find A-Train early in the morning. He was curious where the guy had been making his money lately.
After leaving The Seven, A-Train got a fat settlement, so he should’ve been living easy. But it looked like things weren’t going great.
Brooklyn, a rundown apartment building. Hillel stood in the hallway staring at the chipped paint on the door. The smell of cheap perfume and weed leaked through the cracks.
Hillel knocked politely.
"Who the fuck is knocking?" a sharp female voice yelled.
Popclaw opened the door wearing a loose camisole. Her eyes were sunken, hair a mess, but her body was still killer.
Popclaw: Weak powers, third-rate actress, hoping to go public with A-Train. Now she was just living off his cash.
When she saw it was Hillel her pupils shrank. "Th... The Guardian?"
"I’m here for A-Train. Wait.. this smell is fucking nasty. Weed and... is that cum? You two really have nothing better to do?"
Popclaw stepped aside. Hillel floated in. The place was tiny, one bedroom and a living room, littered with takeout boxes and empty liquor bottles.
On the coffee table sat some leftover "protein powder" and a small bag. With X-ray vision he spotted vials of blue liquid inside. Compound V.
A single permanent injection went for twenty million on the street, even more on the black market. Looked like A-Train had blown years of savings on this shit.
On the living room couch A-Train was sprawled out, lost in some drugged-up fantasy. In his head he was back in The Seven as the leader. Even Homelander was kissing his ass and that damn Guardian was only good enough to lick his joystick!
Until a light cough came from above. "Looks like you’ve been living pretty good since you left The Seven, huh?" A familiar voice, familiar tone.
"Fuck off!" A-Train didn’t give a shit. In his own dream why the hell would he let himself get bullied by this guy?
Hillel looked at Popclaw with interest. Behind her on the wall hung her own "artistic" photos. Right now she looked terrified.
"Hey, A-Train, wake the fuck up! The Guardian is here to see you!" Popclaw shook her boyfriend, but A-Train acted like he couldn’t hear her. "Lick my toes, fuck The Guardian!"
"Where’s your bathroom?" Hillel asked. "In... inside!" Popclaw was so nervous her camisole had slipped down to her navel. Hillel had already seen everything worth seeing. Emmm, he couldn’t get interested in a junkie...
Hillel wrapped a force field around a basin of water and dumped it straight on A-Train’s face. "Fuck!!!" A-Train jolted awake, a nasty stench rolling off his body.
"What the fuck is this smell? Popclaw, where’d you get this water?" Hillel floated in the air, pinching his nose. "From the toilet, obviously. You two even left some leftovers. Real classy eaters!"
Hearing Hillel’s voice, A-Train froze. His face turned to pure terror. "Th... The Guardian?"
"That’s right. Daddy’s home!" Hillel nodded.
A-Train instinctively stepped back but accidentally sped up and slammed into the wall. "Wh... what are you here for? I’ve already left The Seven! I got nothing to do with you guys anymore!"
"Oh, talking like that makes Daddy real sad!" Hillel floated toward him. "Kicking you out of The Seven was supposed to be a test. I didn’t expect you to still be such a hopeless piece of trash."
Drugs, fucking around, being depressed. That wasn’t even the worst part. A-Train’s body was in terrible shape right now. His blood was thick like jelly and his heart was fucked. Even if he never used his powers again he wouldn’t have a good ending.
"Wh... what did you say? I still have a chance to get back into The Seven?" A-Train looked like he’d grabbed a lifeline. Joy exploded across his face. But Hillel just stared at him without saying a word.
A-Train immediately caught on and slapped himself twice. "I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t in my right mind! I actually dared to make Sir lick my joystick!" "I was wrong! I’ll never do drugs again!" "As long as you let me back into The Seven, I’ll do anything!"
Popclaw watched from the side, not shocked but happy. A-Train had a chance to return to The Seven? That meant she could ride the wave too. Her traffic would explode and she’d make a comeback in the industry.
"Yes, yes, yes! A-Train knows he fucked up, Sir. Please forgive him!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Hillel shook his head, looking completely disgusted.
"Look at you. The fastest speedster in America. In your prime even Homelander would’ve had trouble catching you. Now you’ve sunk to doing drugs with a third-rate actress. Your promises don’t mean shit!" Popclaw’s face went white.
"I remember A-Train used to be a bright, cheerful kid. When the hell did he turn into this? It couldn’t be that after meeting Popclaw he got dragged into bad habits and fell this far, right?"
The second Hillel finished speaking A-Train’s confused face suddenly cleared up. He nodded like he was trying to hammer nails. "Yes, yes, yes! It’s all Popclaw’s fault! I came from a poor family. My dad ran off when I was young and my mom raised me and my brother alone. After I grew up I worked hard and studied to bring beautiful blessings to the world!"
"La... later I met Popclaw and that’s how I ended up like this!" "Sir! You have to save me! You’re the only one in the world who can!" ƒreewebɳovel.com
Hillel grinned. "Hey, this kid isn’t stupid! He knows how to climb the ladder!"
As they talked Popclaw’s face turned paler and paler. This... it wasn’t like that... A-Train was already a regular at the supe clubs. He was already a junkie... It wasn’t her fault... He’s slandering me! He’s slandering me!!!
But one look from Hillel and she shut her mouth. This was The Guardian. The terrifying bastard whose heat vision could vaporize bunkers in the Middle East. Who the fuck would dare act up in front of him?
"Clean yourselves up, you two pieces of trash who only know how to fuck from morning till night. I’ve got a mission for you. A-Train, report back to Vought tomorrow." Hillel used a force field to grab a towel from the bathroom and threw it in A-Train’s face. He seemed to sense something and glanced instinctively at a camera.
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"Holy shit!"
"Oi. Who the fuck can tell me why The Guardian showed up here?"
"And A-Train was actually kicked out of The Seven by him? Not Homelander?!"
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