As Homelander In Multiverse

Late at night, Arthur Sam, the owner of a small diner, was preparing to close up for the day.

Suddenly, a faint noise came from the kitchen.

"Damn rats," Arthur muttered as he picked up a baseball bat. Quietly, he tiptoed toward the kitchen.

The kitchen lights were off, but the dim glow of a streetlamp outside cast long shadows across the room. Arthur immediately noticed that the refrigerator door was ajar, and just beyond the counter, the sound of chewing could be heard.

"Stealing my food now, are you?" Arthur thought.

He slipped off his shoes and crept forward barefoot, silent as a cat. When he reached the counter, he let out a sharp yell and raised the bat to strike.

But it wasn't a rat.

It was a person.

A woman.

Her hair was a matted mess, her bloodstained clothes had turned dark and crusty, and her body was filthy. She was hunched over, devouring food like a starving animal.

Startled by Arthur's shout, she turned to face him. Her bloodshot eyes glinted with hostility as she caught sight of the bat in his hands.

Before Arthur could react, the woman dropped to all fours and darted under his legs with unnatural speed. Then, like a predator pouncing on its prey, she leapt up from behind him.

Her hands latched onto Arthur's neck and tore at his flesh with terrifying force. Blood gushed from his throat, splattering the refrigerator and pooling on the floor.

Arthur's eyes widened in disbelief. Never in his life had he imagined that his final moments would unfold in his own diner.

Thud.

His body hit the floor.

The woman glanced down at her bloodied hands, then moved to the sink to wash them. After cleaning up, she carefully gathered some food from the fridge, wrapped it up, and slipped out through the window.

Landing barefoot in the alley, she scanned her surroundings. Confirming no one was nearby, she prepared to leave.

But then, a voice echoed from above.

"Kimiko?"

The woman's entire body tensed as if struck by lightning. She instinctively backed into a corner, pressing her back against the wall to avoid a sneak attack.

Her posture was like that of a cornered wolf—tense, wary, and ready to strike. Her sharp gaze darted upward, through the veil of her disheveled hair.

Hovering in the air was a man.

A red cape fluttered like flames in the night breeze. His black suit gleamed with a metallic sheen, the red patterns on it matching the fiery hue of the cape.

Kimiko's eyes narrowed as she sized him up. It wasn't just any man. It was Homelander.

But what unsettled her even more was that he had called her by name.

Kimiko.

She couldn't remember the last time anyone had called her that.

Floating midair, Homelander smiled as he observed the wild creature before him.

She looked just like she did in the show, only fiercer, her entire demeanor exuding the ferocity of a lone wolf.

Landing softly on the ground, he glanced at the diner behind her.

"Wow, that's... brutal."

"Nearly took his head off," he remarked casually, inspecting the aftermath. "Bet that hurt like hell."

Before Kimiko could react, Homelander disappeared in a blur and blocked her escape route.

She had hoped to slip away while he was distracted, but it was impossible to fool his eyes.

Seeing her path blocked, Kimiko sprang backward to create distance. She grabbed the stolen food and hurled it at him with all her might.

Homelander's eyes lit up, releasing twin beams of heat vision. The food exploded into bits, the wrappers incinerated instantly.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Kimiko darted forward. Her hands grabbed at his leg, her jaw snapping down with feral intent.

Crunch.

Her sharp teeth clamped down, only to meet the unyielding surface of his Vibranium-like suit. Not only did she fail to puncture it, but the bio-field repelled her with such force that several of her teeth cracked.

She stumbled back, clutching her jaw, blood dripping from her mouth. Her regeneration would fix her teeth soon enough, but the pain was excruciating.

Wind rushed past her ears as Homelander's voice came from behind.

"Biting people? How savage."

"Looks like someone needs... discipline."

Kimiko shivered, instinctively turning to face him. She lunged, her claws aiming for his chest.

Her nails snapped off against his suit, leaving her trembling in pain. For the first time, a flicker of despair crossed her face.

Still, she was defiant. Gritting her teeth, she charged again.

Homelander sidestepped her effortlessly and grabbed her by the collar. Hoisting her over his shoulder, he delivered a series of firm, humiliating smacks to her backside.

Each slap echoed through the alley, leaving her skin raw and her pride shattered. Tears welled in Kimiko's eyes as she bit her lip, but she refused to cry out.

When he finally dropped her onto the ground, her defiance hadn't faded, though her body trembled with humiliation and rage.

Homelander smirked, crouching down to her level.

"Do you want to find Mouse?" he asked.

Kimiko froze, her eyes widening.

"Yes, your brother," he confirmed, watching her reaction carefully. "You know who I am. I can help you find him."

Extending his hand, he smiled.

"But if you want my help, you'll have to listen to me."

"You'll have to obey every order I give you."

Kimiko hesitated, her mind racing. After a long pause, she raised her hands and signed, You can really help me find him?

Homelander chuckled. "Of course. If I can't, no one can."

If you help me find Mouse, she signed again, I'll do whatever you ask.

"Good."

With a single motion, he scooped her up and launched into the night sky.

---

The Weekend.

At lunch, Starlight sat at the table, distracted.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about her encounter with Stormfront in the subway. Stormfront's words echoed in her mind, each one hammering away at her convictions.

By the time lunch was over, she still hadn't decided whether to go to the Federal Library that afternoon.

After letting out a deep sigh, Starlight wandered into the Command Hall, her wavy hair cascading over her exposed shoulders.

On the monitors, a news segment caught her eye.

The story was about a diner owner found brutally murdered in his kitchen. The culprit, identified by security footage, was the same mysterious woman who had been on a killing spree recently.

Starlight noticed Homelander watching the news as well. She approached him cautiously.

"Good afternoon, Homelander."

He turned to her with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Starlight. Had lunch already?"

She nodded. "Just finished."

Looking back at the screen, she hesitated before asking, "Shouldn't we... do something about this?"

"Do something?" Homelander raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

He shrugged casually. "The police haven't asked for our help. Besides, it's boring. Not my kind of thing."

Starlight clenched her fists. "But we're superheroes. Isn't it our job to help people?"

Homelander turned off the screen and headed toward the door. "We're superheroes, not saviors. There are millions of people suffering every day. Can you save them all?"

Without waiting for a reply, he left, leaving Starlight standing in silence.

---

4 PM, Federal Library.

Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a pair of sunglasses, Starlight strolled into the library.

She found the shelf Stormfront had mentioned, but there was no sign of her.

"Pick up a book and start reading," came a voice from behind the shelf. "People will get suspicious if you just stand there."

Recognizing Stormfront's voice, Starlight grabbed a random book—The Newbie's Guide to Office Etiquette—and opened it.

"You were right," she muttered under her breath. "Homelander doesn't care about people. He's just playing a game, one he finds amusing."

From the other side of the shelf, Stormfront's voice was laced with approval. "Looks like you've figured it out. Congratulations, Starlight. You've stayed true to yourself. You're a real superhero."

Starlight shook her head. "I don't care about being anyone's hero. I just want to know—what's your plan?"

Stormfront paused before responding. "Before we discuss plans, have you ever heard of 'Compound V'?"

Starlight frowned. "No. Never heard of it."

"Well, brace yourself," Stormfront said, her tone dark. "Because what I'm about to tell you will shatter your world."

Taking a deep breath, Starlight nodded. "Go on."

"Superhumans aren't chosen by God. We aren't special."

Stormfront's voice grew colder.

"We were manufactured. Injected with Compound V as children, long before we could remember. That's how we got our powers."

Starlight's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's impossible. This is insane. I shouldn't have come here."

She turned to leave, but Stormfront's voice stopped her.

"Ask your mother," she said. "Ask if she ever took money from Vought. I guarantee, she did. Vought has been creating superhumans for decades, funding 'volunteer' families to inject their children with Compound V. They need superheroes to sell to the highest bidder."

Starlight froze mid-step.

Stormfront pressed on. "Once you've confirmed the truth, if you still want to stop Homelander, come to the lab. Get some Compound V. I'll use it to expose Vought and their lies to the world."

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