The Boys: Ultimate Multiversal Lifeform

Billy finished speaking, stepped right over Cat Man’s corpse, and slipped into the mental hospital. The others followed the same way.

"Useless." Slime spat a thick wad of saliva onto Cat Man’s head.

Billy and the rest crept along the hospital wall. Even in the middle of the night every light inside was blazing. He jumped, grabbed the outer edge of a window, and peeked down the corridor. Empty. Billy shoved the window open without hesitation and vaulted inside.

"Wait for me." Hughie didn’t have Billy’s strength or speed. It took him several tries before he made it through.

"Change clothes." Billy grabbed a few sets from a nearby room and tossed them to Hughie and the others.

Once they were dressed, they had Frenchie play the patient, lying on a gurney under a sheet.

"Follow me." Mother’s Milk had worked as an orderly before, so he knew the layout. They split into two groups. Slime took his people and headed for the patient wards. Bomber dug another little snack out of his nose, jammed it into a lock, and announced, "Art is an explosion."

A dull bang later the door blew open. The supe patients inside barely had time to react before the Slime behind Bomber dropped them with one shot each. For good measure he put a few extra rounds into them.

Their guns were loaded with special tranquilizer rounds, strong enough that the patients passed out the second they tried to make a sound.

"Next."

While that crew was having their fun, Billy’s group picked up the pace.

"Those guys are complete fucking lunatics. Far as I’m concerned they should be the ones locked up in here." Hughie looked worried as hell after the explosion, terrified the crazies would draw every guard in the building.

"They keep this up and we’re getting found for sure."

Luckily Mother’s Milk was solid. A few minutes later they reached the central control room. A white guard sat inside dozing in front of the monitors.

"Open up, we’ve got a patient going off. He’s trying to cut his dick off and stuff it in his mouth." Mother’s Milk pounded on the steel door.

The half-asleep guard woke up, saw them pushing a patient, and pulled out a big ring of keys to unlock the door.

The second the door cracked open Mother’s Milk charged in. Frenchie sat up on the gurney, pulled a silenced pistol, and put several rounds straight into the guard.

Once the guy was dead Frenchie rolled off the bed, and while Billy shut the door he ripped the camera off the doorframe.

Inside, one wall was covered with more than a dozen monitors, each showing a different patient room. Every single patient on those screens was wrong.

One guy with insane strength was hammering the walls with his fists, the concrete already covered in deep dents that made your eyes hurt just looking at them.

Others were different. One kept vomiting acid into a metal basin. Another floated in mid-air. One could make objects float. Their powers were all over the place, and some of them looked seriously dangerous.

"Holy shit, that guy’s cock is huge." Mother’s Milk stared at a patient whose pants were stuffed full.

"Did he graft an elephant’s dick onto himself?" Frenchie muttered.

"Wait, is she looking at us?" Starlight, scarf still over her face, pointed at a bald woman on one of the screens.

Billy ignored her and said in a low voice, "Did Vought make these people? What the fuck are they planning? Use Compound V to rule the whole human race?"

Right then sharp-eyed Frenchie spotted a familiar face. "I think I’ve seen this one before."

"You’ve seen a lot of people. Probably just your imagination." Billy pulled out a USB drive and jammed it into the computer, ready to copy every last bit of Vought’s evidence.

Right then Slime and his crew reached the room where Lamplighter was locked up. The second the lock blew open Lamplighter pulled a lighter from his pocket, flipped the lid, and slammed his palm down on the flame.

That single slap was like dumping a truckload of gasoline on the fire. The flames exploded thousands of times bigger, shooting out like a flamethrower.

The steel door melted in front of the roaring fire at a speed you could actually see.

Panicking, Fred sprayed a massive blast of slime and tried to glue the door shut.

The slime couldn’t stop the fire. Fred immediately screamed at Bomber, "Quick! Blow the fucker up!"

Bomber didn’t hesitate. He just turned and looked at Heroine.

Heroine frowned hard. A tidal wave of shit-pressure rolled through Bomber’s guts. He reached behind himself, yanked out a huge brown lump, and chucked it at the steel door. A second later a massive boom went off.

BOOOOOM!!!!

The blast flipped Lamplighter flat on his back.

Everyone in front of the monitors shouted at the same time, "Holy shit!"

"I’d rather burn to death than get hit by that thing," Hughie looked ready to throw up.

Frenchie wasn’t looking at Bomber though. His eyes were locked on the man on the screen. He shouted, excited and furious, "Lamplighter! That fucking Lamplighter! He wasn’t wearing the mask just now, I didn’t recognize him!"

Recognizing the bastard who burned Mallory’s grandkids alive sent Frenchie into a rage. He grabbed his pistol and tried to go kill Lamplighter on the spot. Billy had to stop him.

"Don’t forget why we’re here. Once we get the files, we leave!"

At the same time.

In another patient room the bald woman walked up to her steel door.

She didn’t even touch it. The door just started twisting and warping, then blasted outward with a bang.

She walked toward the explosion with a blank face. Everywhere she passed, walls and floors cracked open like spiderwebs.

Bang! Bang bang!!

One steel door after another got ripped open by force.

"Fuck, she’s coming for us." The pressure the bald woman gave Mother’s Milk was every bit as heavy as Homelander’s. He chambered a round and snapped at Billy to hurry the copy.

"You being impatient doesn’t help. The data’s huge. At least five more minutes."

"Shit!"

The control-room door started shaking. Mother’s Milk and Frenchie locked eyes, then yanked it open and opened fire on the bald woman. They appeared so fast she couldn’t dodge. Bullets punched into her head and chest. But before either of them could feel good about it,

they saw her footsteps never even slowed.

"Fuck! She’s like Homelander. Bullets can’t get through her defenses."

The bald woman raised her right hand. Frenchie felt an invisible force clamp down on his skull. In the space of a single breath the whites of his eyes flooded with red veins. Bright blood ran from his nose down to his chin. "Ah... ah..."

All Frenchie could do was make those choked sounds, begging the others for help.

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