*Stan Edgar's POV*
Alex Winter... you might not recognize his na due to his complicated family situation, as his daughter took her mother's last na, but he is a highly valuable employee.
He recently received two promotions, and consequently, his salary tripled. He is appreciated at Vought, and it didn't take much to get him to accept our deal.
Don't bla him, humans are weak...
Alex agreed to use his daughter... I know, she's a charming child, a fun child, an adorable child, the kind of girl who could win your heart.
Alice did a good job, don't worry she didn't know anything about this, her feelings are genuine, otherwise, she wouldn't have fooled you. After so much interaction with Alice, I can bet you wouldn't leave her alone in tough tis, right?
I know you have a habit of giving accessories to won you like, I know that both Alice and his mother and aunt have your gifts. I assud they were objects with so kind of power that would protect them from all evil.
But, does that work with her father? Would Alice feel threatened by her father? Would she suspect that her father might take her to a Vought underground facility?
Yes, I know, this might be the lowest of the low... but understand... you are fascinating and terrifying... you are incredible and monstrous... you are a perfect product... no, even more than that...
That's why I want to eliminate you... because as much as I respect you, I fear you...
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Allen stared dazed at the screen as he listened to Stan Edgar's words.
Alice was in an armored room with walls impregnated with a powerful force field, playing with so toys while a man watched her. Allen assud that due to the lack of precautions towards the man, he must be Alice's father.
Allen also noticed that Alice had three devices, a bracelet, a necklace, and an anklet, each one independent and each one different.
Various devices are designed to harm Alice, and, likely, others are not visible.
"..." Allen let out a large sigh.
Stan Edgar made sure that no matter what power Allen used, how fast he was, or even if he could bend space, he would never save Alice in ti.
"Damn..." Allen's gaze burned as intensely as a volcano erupting and as coldly as the depths of the sea.
To say that Allen was upset would be an understatent. The anger in Allen at this mont was stimulating his power so much that he was trembling. Allen must be careful. If his power goes out of control, it could destroy the Earth.
Allen thought, controlling his emotions with all his might, can I teleport to Alice and remove her from danger? No, definitely there's a great amount of risk that I won't be fast enough. Could I bring Alice here? Yes, but it's most likely that the device Alice has is sothing more than a simple bomb.
Allen looked at Stan Edgar with golden eyes...
"You better kill ... because if you don't, I'll find you, and you won't get another chance..."
"I know..."
Ashley arrived trembling with a briefcase, she approached Allen.
"Mr. Walker..."
As he opened it, Allen saw a vial similar to Compound V but golden in color...
...
(Allen there are new waifus in the Chat don't look bad. 🍷🗿)
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Sister Sage, who was observing this, swallowed hard, "That crazy bastard wants to give him the perfect compound!!!"
Sage sotis hates her mind because it doesn't give her ti to be surprised; with just that information, she knew what Stan Edgar's plan was and also how crazy he had to be.
Allen took the vial... he could also see what Stan Edgar was planning...
"Are you tired, Allen?"
Stan's question halted Allen's movents.
"I know... you're tired... you're a man who tends to take on monuntal burdens without even blinking, but you get tired too..."
"I noticed, and I'm sure soone else did too..."
"With every power you absorb, you get more tired..."
"It's very subtle and only happened six tis, but during those six tis, you showed irregular behavior... six tis your mind disconnected for intervals of 0.3 to 2.3 seconds at the longest..."
"All of this is due to the load that cos with having so many abilities, isn't it?"
"..."
"You don't have to answer, what you have in your hand is the pinnacle of Compound V, it's the formula enhanced to the max, even its creation is almost an improbability, Sage took 768 attempts to bring together the right conditions for that single sample, and in her words, it's almost a miracle..."
"Use it..."
There was no need to think further, Stan Edgar was trying to make Allen self-destruct. If many of Allen's skills are already capable of adversely affecting him or are difficult to control and considering many he stole in their early stages from babies and children, would he be able to withstand the pressure of all that power?
Of course, he refused, Allen himself was not sure of this.
Stan Edgar did not make his move and deliberately let Allen steal all the abilities possible, including those from his most powerful Supes, like Stormfront, Golden Boy, Andre Anderson, and Sam Riordan, even hoping that Allen would absorb Soldier Boy's power but it was not possible, and more than anything the powers of Holander.
Allen looked coldly at Stan Edgar, "You're crazy... what if you lose the bet?"
Losing the bet ans that Allen will get a total evolution of all his powers, he will beco infinitely stronger.
Stan Edgar knew even this plan was just a bet, a bet against Allen that was the best Stan Edgar could obtain, however, Allen was truly in a tight spot.
Did he care? No!
Did he make mistakes? he did things that could have been done better, but overall, no...
Does he regret getting involved with little Alice? Never...
And that's why this crazy plan deserves recognition.
Allen smiled with hatred and respect for Stan on the sa level, it was amazing what Stan could accomplish against such an unfair existence as Allen.
...
Allen does not have a self-sacrifice ntality; in these situations, he tries to find a way to achieve a perfect victory, one where Alice is saved, one where he survives, and one where he defeats his opponent.
Allen's mind raced as information flowed.
'Priorities, don't die and don't let Alice die... with that in mind, Alice's father is secondary, he might have used his daughter, but I don't want Alice to see her father die; I can also discard defeating Holander, Soldier Boy, and Sam Riordan... I can always look for them later...
'System, can I endure it?'
[Impossible... but]
Allen finished spinning the gears of his mind; in less than a second, he had thought of his next moves.
Allen took Compound Ω and injected it without hesitation. The Chat was scared for a mont, but seeing Allen's expression,n, they cald down.
'Stan Edgar, your tactic was perfect; according to the system's estimates, neither my body nor she would endure an evolution of all my powers... however, I'm sorry, as you said, I am an unfair existence... at a higher level than you think...'
'System, deactivate all my powers...'
[Understood...]
Allen thought of the simplest and most unfair tactic possible, it was impossible for Stan Edgar or Sage to know, probably not even soone like Rick could deduce at first hand that Allen or rather his system was capable of isolating and deactivating Allen's abilities as if it were a switch...
Checkmate...
"...!"
The mont Allen was preparing to increase his powers slightly he forgot an important detail, that he possesses powers that do not belong to the system...
Sentry...
That man who regretted his own life...
That man who felt unworthy of having so much power and never using it properly...
That man who decided to inherit all his power to Allen...
At this mont he beca the person who put Allen in the greatest danger.
Allen held his head as the Compound (Ω) coursed through his system and stimulated the inherited power at the sa ti.
Allen Walker did not know...
Allen could not imagine that the power of the zombie hero could be so great and, at the sa ti, so unstable!
Allen had experienced the power of a god of destruction but even that power was not so difficult to handle.
Allen felt as if his head was trying to split in half.
"..."
Allen did not scream; he did not let out the slightest hint of pain. He did not want his Chat to see him suffer, so he only held on in silence.
Stan Edgar won his bet, for a mont, it could be seconds, it could be minutes, during which ti Allen was unable to act... even to defend himself. At this mont his mind was totally focused on controlling his power... and that's why it was his most vulnerable mont
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Holander opened his eyes, "NOOOW!"
No one told them, but they knew at the mont that Allen used Compound (Ω), there would be an opportunity to defeat him.
The first to move was Holander who did not hesitate. Stomping on the ground and creating a crater with his force, he gained enough montum to break the sound barrier four tis in a ti of 0.2 seconds. It was the greatest speed he had ever achieved in his life and it was all to kill Allen.
Holander had already arrived before anyone could move or almost no one.
Holander, about to impact his fist on a vulnerable Allen, saw from the corner of his eye the reflection of a golden-wrapped tal blade.
Holander used his hand to block but the beast behind that charge was huge and was sent flying.
"Urgh!" Holander crashed as his arm hurt; Artoria had cut him, and even though he was invulnerable, she managed to cut him, "What?!"
Allen looked at Artoria who exchanged a look with him. There was no need to talk, Allen knew he could trust her with his life.
Artoria turned to everyone, she planted Excalibur in the ground while releasing her divinity, "My na is Artoria Pendragon. Anyone who wishes to harm my master, step forward... and be prepared to throw your life away."
Stan Edgar squinted; the mysterious woman finally showed herself, but it was sothing they had anticipated.
Soldier Boy spit out his cigar and prepared to release all his power. It didn't take a genius to see that Artoria, not following Holander, intended to protect Allen.
"I'm sorry sweety, you're pretty but!-"
Soldier Boy's words were interrupted once again by a black heel that dug into his face.
"Shut up you nasty man..." 2B released her previous frustration with that kick that sent Soldier Boy flying.
"Ahhhh!"
...
Sam saw that neither Holander nor Soldier Boy managed to attack Allen, but his attention could not stray from Artoria.
– "Sam..." – His brother's voice reached Sam.
"AAAHHHHH!!!"
Sam ran towards Artoria full of hatred. She had killed his brother.
Rebecca appeared in the air with a high-caliber rifle and armor-piercing ammunition.
"I won't lose soone again!" Rebecca's eyes flashed with anger and disgust, just as Sam wanted to avenge his brother, Rebecca would not allow anyone to harm her "family."
At the first shot, Sam fell to the ground with a bleeding shoulder, but he stood up and started running towards Artoria once more.
Rebecca attacked again and again, each bullet specifically designed to penetrate the toughness of a Supe's skin.
Sam was hit by bullets with each step he took, each shot penetrating his skin. He bled, and it hurt, but not as much as the loss of his only family.
– "Don't worry little brother, I'll protect you..." –
Sam didn't have super speed, couldn't fly, and didn't have long-range attacks; if he wanted to end Artoria, he had to get to her.
– "Sam, don't trust Uncle Stan too much, sothing tells he doesn't love us as much as he says..." –
Step by step, amid a rain of bullets, Sam reached Artoria. However, he couldn't speak and fell to the ground, his body had been torn apart by Rebecca. His body bled, his skin was full of wounds, and his flesh was bruised. But that wasn't enough to stop Sam, who dragged himself across the ground toward Artoria.
"You... killed... my brother!"
"Don't be a hypocrite..."
Artoria's gaze was calm, and she didn't even look at Sam; her attention was on Holander and when he would attack again.
"Tell why your brother died..."
With bloodshot eyes, Sam replied, "You killed him!"
"I'm not asking you that, I asked why did I kill him?"
"..."
"He ca to us and tried to kill Kimiko; if you don't know who she is, look at the man behind ..."
Artoria began to feel annoyance but her gaze remained stoic and her heart controlled.
"You co to us to kill and expect not to be treated the sa, don't be hypocritical... Allen let him go once and you didn't appreciate that chance..."
Sam couldn't respond to that; it was true Allen had let him go, and it was also true that his brother had gone with bad intentions the day they killed him, but logic cannot contain the heart.
Sam still hated Artoria.
Artoria's gaze landed on Sam, no matter whether he was injured or that he couldn't get up.
Artoria unearthed her sword. It was a pity, but her pity for others could not be bought at the expense of her desire to protect Allen so she would kill Sam.
"...!"
"BITCH!"
At that mont, Artoria looked to the sky as Holander appeared carrying a giant rock. He planned to crush them all with a single attack.
"DIE!" Holander threw the teorite.
Artoria didn't hesitate and used Excalibur.
The sky filled with light, and while Artoria destroyed the teorite, Holander attacked Allen.
...
"Do it," said Butcher, and a tank fired at Holander, impacting him in mid-air. Holander fell to the ground.
"What the fuck..." Holander suffered no damage but was surprised...
In the middle of the field, a man with a black trench coat and a crowbar on his shoulder walked towards him.
"William Butcher..."
"Hello, John..." Butcher smiled, "You don't know how long I've waited for this!"
Without saying anything else, Butcher took his crowbar and hit Holander, who was confident and tried to stop Butcher's attack. But he couldn't and was hit and sent flying.
"Urgh!!"
Butcher smiled even more; he already had Compound V in his system but did not hesitate to inject himself with a sample of the enhanced Compound V given by A-Train.
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...
...
None of the three could reach Allen; at this mont when Allen was vulnerable, he still had powerful allies willing to risk their lives to defend him.
Stan Edgar did not despair...
Regardless of how many allies Allen had and how strong they were, it never ca out of Stan Edgar's expectations. That's how ticulous this man was.
That's how cold and terrifying a truly intelligent person could be...
A masterstroke, he still had an ace up his sleeve...
But who would imagine? We are talking about the Holander of the first, second, and possibly third generation risking their lives to kill Allen.
In this situation, with Sam on the brink of death and Holander pushing his strength to the limit, who can imagine that all of this was nothing more than a distraction?
Perhaps there are...
But none of those few could know what Stan Edgar's final play was...
The Boys is a world that created a parody/version of each Superhero and Superheroine in DC and Marvel. This was true in the original tiline, in other words, the comics.
In that line, hundreds of Supes probably won't appear in The Boys series, like Jack The Jupiter...
If you were to ask soone who is the strongest Supe, they would respond imdiately and without any doubt, Holander.
But if you were to ask soone who the most dangerous and potentially deadliest Supe is, they might respond the sa, or they might give several responses, but overall, there is one who sends chills down your spine when you understand their capabilities.
Malchemical...
In The Boys, he was just a minor antagonist; his appearance did not stand out; a man with skin of different colors that denoted his power, he was an "elental shape-shifter."
As his na suggests, he could beco any elent and state of matter...
He was a parody of Plasticman and Morph... just to clarify Malchemical's potential...
He was capable of being anything, every poison, every toxin, every radioactive, corrosive, unstable, dangerous elent... every elental combination in a Supe that could eradicate humanity if he wished...
Why was soone like that just a minor character?
Because he was stupid, not a careless kind of stupid, but a real idiot who turned into one of his teammates to sleep with his girlfriend.
Stan Edgar imdiately saw the potential of Malchemical and eliminated Malchemical's real weakness, his mind. Stan Edgar turned him into a mindless, willless weapon and hid him from everyone; no one who knew of his existence was alive except him.
Stan Edgar, from the beginning, had the power to end the Congress, the president, and the world... but he never did it because that wasn't his goal.
In front of Allen was his absolute shield, his knight goddess; she would not move; they would not move her regardless of who or what attacked...
But below Allen... in the micro-fissures of the earth, was a colorless, odorless, and undetectable gas. It was Malchemical... he had no mind for Allen to read, no will for both to feel, and in his gaseous state, he wasn't even a living being.
He was the supre assassin, the lethal attack that no one could stop, because who would pay attention to dew drops? Who cares about the spring breeze? Who pays attention to the air they breathe?
They don't...
Because that would be paranoid and no one here is... just as Allen discards priorities, everyone discards the insignificant... In this fight against three Holanders, there's no way soone would notice Malchemical, even if Allen was fully alert, he'd hardly notice him...
Stan Edgar was right...
Not even the spider-sense activated...
Astonishingly, it was not the god-like Holander but the human Stan Edgar who put Allen in danger...
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A/N: Malchemical The Boys comics, died a ridiculous death with Butcher burning him in his gassed state, but if he had half a brain he would have been unstoppable.
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