As Homelander In Multiverse

Before Frenchie and Mother's Milk could respond, someone else answered for them.

It was the Ice Princess.

A stunning woman with a supermodel figure raised her hand and hurled a spear of frost toward the bear-like creature outside.

The icy lance whistled through the air, heading straight for the gap in the vehicle. As it passed, the temperature inside the bus plummeted, and a thin layer of frost spread across every surface.

Frenchie shivered violently, sneezing several times in quick succession.

Outside, the bear-man roared, raising his paw to swat the ice spear. Though it shattered under his powerful strike, the chilling aura lingered, encasing his paw in thick ice.

At that moment, police officers escorting the prisoners emerged from their cars, raising their pistols. Shots rang out as they fired at the bear-man.

The bullets shattered the ice on his paw, but they barely seemed to affect him. Enraged, the bear-man grabbed a nearby parked car and, with a mighty heave, sent it hurtling toward the officers.

The police barely ducked in time, holding onto their hats as the car sailed overhead.

Boom!

The car crashed into a police cruiser, shattering its windshield, deploying airbags, and sending it sliding back to knock over two officers.

Meanwhile, a cold wind blew through the gap in the bus. The bear-man shielded himself with his arms, but frost quickly climbed up his body, forming icy spikes along his frame.

Inside the bus, the Ice Princess continued to exhale her icy breath through the opening.

With a sudden roar, the bear-man twisted violently, shattering the ice on his body. The frost and icicles fell to the ground in pieces.

Then, his thick black fur turned gray, and his massive form began to shift.

In an instant, the bear-man had transformed into a gray werewolf.

The werewolf dropped to all fours and bolted.

"Don't run!"

The Ice Princess, seemingly forgetting her duty, leapt from the bus. Her long legs hit the ground, instantly forming a smooth sheet of ice beneath her.

The ice spread forward, creating a glistening path that chased after the fleeing werewolf.

Gracefully, like a figure skater, she slid along the icy trail, relentlessly pursuing him through the bustling street.

The werewolf darted across the highway, leaping onto car rooftops and crashing into buses, leaving chaos in his wake.

Screams echoed as panic erupted on the road.

Peeking his head out from the bus, Frenchie turned to Mother's Milk. "So, should we get moving?"

"Unless you actually want to go to prison," Mother's Milk retorted, jumping off the bus. Still handcuffed, he darted into a nearby alley.

"Hey, stop!"

The cops were quick to give chase.

Frenchie scrambled after Mother's Milk, weaving through traffic and slipping into the alley.

After some effort, they managed to shake off their pursuers.

In a narrow alleyway, the two examined their handcuffs and striped prison uniforms.

"I'll bet you anything that if we walk out like this, we'll be back in jail by this evening," Frenchie muttered as he rummaged through a nearby dumpster.

Mother's Milk shook his head. "No way. I'm not going back to prison."

"I still need to see my wife and kids."

"Then stop complaining and help me find something we can use to get these shiny bracelets off," Frenchie snapped, practically climbing into the dumpster.

Grumbling, Mother's Milk moved to help, but before they could find anything useful, a shout came from outside the alley.

"Surround the area! A witness said two suspicious guys ran in here!"

"Most likely our targets."

Mother's Milk yanked Frenchie out of the dumpster. "Looks like we don't have time for this."

The two hurried toward the alley's end, only to come to an abrupt halt.

It was a dead end.

Mother's Milk grabbed Frenchie by the collar, furious. "Damn it! Aren't you supposed to be a walking map?"

Frenchie, never one to back down, shot back, "Maybe my map hasn't been updated recently!"

As they bickered, shadows appeared at the alley's entrance. Soon, the police began advancing.

Just as they were about to be caught, both men felt something grab their shoulders and lift them into the air.

Startled, they looked up and saw a man with massive wings, resembling an eagle.

It was the same figure who had been the bear-man earlier.

Frenchie opened his mouth to speak, but the eagle-man shook his head, signaling for silence.

With that, he flew them high into the sky and swiftly disappeared.

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A Warehouse

With a click, the eagle-man easily broke Frenchie's handcuffs. He then stepped into a nearby shipping container and emerged as a clean-shaven white man, now dressed in a T-shirt and jeans.

Tossing two sets of clothes toward them, he said, "You might need these."

Frenchie shed his striped prison uniform, pulling on the offered clothes before tossing the second set to Mother's Milk.

"Thanks, man," Frenchie said, sizing him up. "You look familiar. Have we met?"

Mother's Milk suddenly exclaimed, "I know who you are—Levin! The soldier injured while protecting Queen Maeve!"

Frenchie jumped back in alarm, eyeing Levin warily. "Wait, what's going on? Weren't you paralyzed? And how the hell are you turning into a bear and an eagle?"

Levin nodded. "I was paralyzed. But not anymore. As for how I can do this..." He shrugged. "That's my secret."

Mother's Milk, now dressed, asked, "Everyone has secrets. But why did you save us?"

Levin's eyes narrowed. "You said it yourself—I was injured because of Queen Maeve. I should've had a career in the military, but after that incident, all I got was a meager payout and a heap of ridicule.

"When I gained new powers, I decided I wasn't going to take it lying down. I want revenge."

Frenchie exchanged a glance with Mother's Milk. "If you're looking to go up against the Seven, why not join us?"

Mother's Milk spun around, voice low. "No way. You want to work with him?"

Frenchie shrugged. "We're fugitives now. Who else can we turn to besides Butcher?"

Mother's Milk's face darkened. "No. Absolutely not. That bastard's already caused us enough trouble."

Turning to Frenchie, he said, "You know people here. We can lay low without getting involved with that lunatic."

Frenchie sighed. "Fine. But we should bring the soldier. Did you see what he can do? If the Seven find us, he might be our only chance."

Mother's Milk hesitated, then nodded.

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