(1 DAY AFTER I DONE RECRUITING MY VILLAIN MEMBERS)
I stood at the center of it all.
A broken warehouse on the edge of Chicago. Cracked windows. Rusted steel beams. The stench of oil, blood, and forgotten dreams. A perfect nest.
My nest.
The rain tapped the roof like a ticking clock. And I stood under the single hanging lightbulb like a spider at the heart of his web.
And they came to me. One by one.
Criminals. Outcasts. Monsters the world had tried to bury.
I didn't make them evil.
I just gave them permission.
…
Vernon Slade was the first.
A beast in human form. A walking wrecking ball of muscle and fury. I'd already seen what he could do. He had no powers, no flashy mutations just an unnatural durability and pure, uncut violence. When he fought, it was like watching a building collapse on purpose.
But more than that?
He didn't care if people died.
That was what made him mine.
