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Cassius never allows herself get her hopes up. The closest she came to 'hope' is when she was with Bellamy. Clinging on to the lost feeling as a child did her no favors. Hope her mother would get a job... that is would be her last purchase, her last sip...

But standing inside Madelyn Stillwell's home brought a thirst she's never gotten to taste before.

Unbeknownst to Cass, her body blends into the shelf she's leaning on while Butcher sits in one of the chairs, hidden by the overcast of nightfall.

Madelyn enters the home, calling out for babysitter. "Maria?"

"Your kid's a sound sleeper." Butcher finally speaks and Madelyn jerks her head around. Peaks of moonlight shine on Butcher's face as he leans forward. Madelyn glances behind her. "Don't worry. He's all right. So's the nanny." He says. "She's out in the back sleeping off a little bit of... what was it, Cassius?"

"Propofol." Cass answers, surprising Madelyn. A sedative normally used to help someone relax, or sleep, before or during surgery.

"Thank you." Butcher nods looking back at Vought's VP. "Put your phone on the table."

Madelyn slowly reaches over to her purse and grabs it.

"And don't try anything rash." Cass warns. "You're not that stupid, right?" Madelyn sets her phone on the edge of the wooden coffee table. Cass hums, good.

"William Butcher. Cassius Mallory." Madelyn says, wrapping her arms around her body. "CIA showed me your files." Cass loved the efficiency, lots of time being saved on their hands. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want. I believe the same as what she wants." Butcher doesn't indulge in the bullshit.

"I don't know how breaking into my home and threatening my child is gonna get you Homelander." Madelyn retorts.

"Excuse me." Cass chuckles, taking a step forward, off of the bookshelf. "We didn't threaten you child, we're not Supes, who kill innocent children without batting an eye. He's sleeping soundly." Cass's fake smile wipes off her face. "So you can take that victim card and shove it up your ass."

"All these years... I've been searching for that cunt's weakness." Butcher's tone cooler than Cass's.

"He doesn't have any weakness." Madelyn almost taunts.

"No?" Butcher counters.

"There isn't a weapon on Earth that they haven't thrown at him." Madelyn shakes her head. "They've all failed."

"But that's not what I'm talking about." Butcher corrects. "I'm talking... about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you're the only thing he gives two shits about." Butcher says. "You're his weakness."

Madelyn exhales and Cass feels as though she can actually smell her sweat.

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Bellamy and Frenchie lead, guns in position, Hughie and M.M. in tow as they search hastily for Kimiko.

"It's a fucking maze." Frenchie lets out. "Where is she?"

"We'll find her." Bellamy gruffs. Kimiko has went toe to toe for them, he will find her. Unlike Cass and his brother, he didn't want to leave anyone behind.

They cross through a large open space, broken cement blocks scattering the floor, and pause for a moment when Frenchie eyes land on her.

"Mon Coeur." He say softly, rushing up to the glass window.

"Frenchie, what the fuck?" M.M. whisper-scolds.

Monitors beep steadily as Frenchie stares in worried-horror at Kimiko laying in a hospital-like bed with an IV in her veins. Her eyes peek open and she smiles smally as Frenchie lights up. Bellamy opens his mouth to mention they should move when suddenly shots fire and blood splatters the glass. Frenchie drops to the ground with a groan and Bellamy dives forward immediately.

"Fuck!" M.M. hollers motioning for them to hurry as Bellamy lifts Frenchie up and Hughie ducks down as they move to hide behind the remains of the cinderblock wall. Blood seeps through Frenchie's yellow shirt as Bellamy leans up to fire back and Frenchie tries to peak over the wall.

"Get down!" Bellamy demands, dodging a bullet as Frenchie flails back down to avoid being hit again.

"Just stay down." M.M. says as Hughie covers his ears like a child. Frenchie slams his head against the wall, panting in pain and anger. Frenchie tugs on Bellamy's arm before looking desperately at M.M. "Aw, fuck." M.M. sighs, pushing himself upright. "She better be fucking worth it."

"She is for him, now move. I'll cover you." Bellamy barks out.

"Wait, what?" Hughie looks at the three of them.

"You cover both of them." Frenchie heaves his gun over to Hughie.

"Wait, what?" Hughie exclaims, taking the rifle.

"Cover them!" Frenchie yells.

"No, I don't- I don't- I can't do this." Hughie stutters in a panic.

"You just pull the fucking trigger right now!" Frenchie screams and Hughie jumps up.

"Okay!" He starts firing off as Bellamy and M.M. run. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" Hughie yells out and Bellamy shakes his head, pushing forward.

Hughie stops, quickly squatting back down. "Shit, it's out, it's out. What do I do?" He asks Frenchie.

"Take this. Take it." Frenchie grips the gun before holding his hand out. "Reload."

"What the fuck do I know about reloading!" Hughie shouts frantically.

"Reload the magazine." Frenchie cries out.

"How do I do that?" Hughie asks as Frenchie smacks it in for him. "Okay."

"Let's go." Frenchie encourages.

"Good? It's good." Hughie says before making it back to a vertical base and unloading a few shots before coming back down.

Frenchie's brows furrow before he pulls himself up to look over the wall. "M.M.! Bellamy! M.M.! Mon Ame!" He swiftly turns back to Hughie.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Bellamy calls over his shoulder to M.M. unhooking Kimiko, hearing Frenchie's cries. Bellamy rips out the empty magazine before reloading it all in one motion as M.M. heaves The Female's body across his shoulders. "Let's go."

M.M. screams his head off as he runs back, Bellamy takes shots left and right to protect him and they make it back behind the wall, Bellamy still shooting as M.M. lays Kimiko beside Frenchie and all but collapses against the wall to sit while Hughie continues to scream 'I'm sorry' as he shoots.

"Damn it!" Bellamy kicks his boot against the wall before crouching down at the same time Hughie does. He's out.

"I'm out." Hughie pants. And so is Hughie. "Oh, shit." Hughie jumps as four me swarm around them.

"Drop your weapon! Get down!"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Hughie's quick to oblige, laying down his gun in front of him. "Don't shoot. Don't shoot."

Bellamy's jaw tightens as does his grip around his rifle he's about to swing. He's not the fuck down without a fucking fight. Frenchie's hand weakly grabs his wrist. Him and Kimiko, their strongest option, were both out. And Frenchie needs medical attention. Would they give it if they took them again? Bellamy thinks out every possible scenario to himself and hating every single conclusion he draws.

"On your fucking knees! Face the wall!"

Yep, they're fucked...

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Hey, heyyy... welcome back to Moronic Morosisss ;)

Thank y'all for being patient with me for a week & a half, & what better way to kick off the month (even tho it's the 2nd lmao) w/ a new moronic morosis chapter!! Also, happy post Gen V Dayyyy, s2 is getting me EVEN MORE ready for s5 of The Boysss, omggg!!! (shamless self promo!! i have a gen v fanfic as well, golden facade, if my boys universe lovers are interested!!)

Anywaysss... things are AMPING up more than they alr are y'allll!! Cass & Butcher have made it to Madelyn's house, & them working together is honestly so scary... haha, & the rest of the morons (see what i did there?!) got themselves caught again.... buttt one thing about Bellamy... he WILL defend his man!! And he was NOTTT playing this chap, nuh-uh!!!

Had to leave y'all on a cliffhanger... mwahaha, sooo until the next chap... mwah!! Hope y'all enjoyeddd, this chap was honestly so fun to writeeee!! I love unhinged, no fcks given & nothing to lose Cass, & bf Frenchie Bell <3333

(P. S. Hughie was frying me SO bad this chap/scene💀💀💀 like had me in tears bahaha)