What is Happiness 5.1: When Neo-Nazis Fuck Up (Patreon)

A/N: Double chapter day!

Chapter Commissioned by Kejmur

-VB-

What is Happiness?
Arc 5 Chapter 1: When Neo-Nazis Fuck Up

-VB-

I thought that Nazis weren’t that dumb.

Considering that I was the Butcher without the insanity and had even more powers before that, I thought that the Nazis might keep an eye out but not actually attack me.

I was proven wrong.

Oh so wrong.

Taylor was the first one to notice eight 88 tattooed skinheads pushing around people who had moved into the block next to us because of the free electricity that we provided semi-unintentionally.

Hell, I didn’t even care, so I was about to let Taylor do whatever she wanted with them because they weren’t in my line of sight, but moments later, Hookwolf and his crew arrived.

I thought it was odd.

And then from the other end of her range, Kaiser arrived with Fenja and Menja.

It was at this point that I knew they were planning on attacking where we were known to be, aka our “Territory,” to lure us out and force a fight.

I could give them that.

“Taylor, focus on keeping Kaiser and his party out. I’ll go deal with Hookwolf, Stormtiger, and Cricket.”

“Okay.”

With a quick change to my costume, I stepped out of the house into the backyard and then flew high into the air. With quick bursts of explosive teleportation, I headed towards where the first party of Neo-Nazis were making a ruckus.

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I arrived after three people had been killed as examples.

I didn’t do any of the posturing that most capes were known for. I think at this point people knew not to posture with me. I dove straight into their ranks and scorched them with a blast of fire.

Fire exploded out from where I landed after my explosive teleportation arrival, which already hurt many of them nearby. For a second, the fire looked like a flower, opening up with red petals and white core. It then exploded outwards, consuming whatever wasn’t protected against it.

The normal thugs burned in the fire. The thugs on the edge and beyond only realized a moment later that a lot of them were dead and that there was a big ass threat in the middle of their group.

When they saw me the next moment, they stopped in horror. In the moment after, they realized that I wasn’t just some random cape or a suicide bomber but the Butcher and no one wanted to be the Butcher. As far as the world was still aware, I was not sane.

Considering I just did an explosive dive bomb into enemy formation and then lit a dozen people in fire, I really may not be sane.

It was maybe two seconds later that the Empire capes - Hookwolf, Stormtiger, and Cricket - noticed me.

“BUTCHER!” Hookwolf roared as he instantly began transforming. His transformation occurred within a single second and he dove. Stormtiger made his infamous winds and followed while Cricket screamed at me.

I grimaced when nausea hit me, but I quickly asserted control over the vectors around me, and canceled out her attack but only on me.

The Empire gangsters and thugs winced even though they weren’t near me, which meant that Cricket’s power couldn’t narrowed down to a specific person. Good to know.

“Did you forget that I am the Butcher, Hookwolf?!” I shouted and turned on the Pain Aura, and for all thirty or so people in my line of sight, most of whom were Empire Eighty-Eight, they screamed as muscle tearing pains ripped through their bodies. Hookwolf faltered in his charge, but picked himself up during it and roared back as he continued his charge. Stormtiger tried in vain to keep himself centered but the way the air erratically centered and then dispelled spoke about his mild incapacitation.

And then when Hookwolf reached me, I reflected his vectors. I sent him flying away, and he tumbled in the air. He landed like a cat on all four paws and then charged again. This time, he struck the ground right in front of me.

But it didn’t work. I reflected those debris as they shot up towards me, and when Hookwolf came in for an uppercut with his left clawed paw, the paw and limb snapped. He yelped like a dog and backed away, only for me to blast his face with Scorch’s fire.

This time, I jumped after him. Landing on him, I pinned him down by increasing all his vectors downward up to the maximum I could achieve, and then grabbed his face.

And then I tore through him with my bare vector-assisted hands. I grabbed chunks of his blades and pulled them off with metallic screeches.

The spectacle got everyone to shoot me with guns and powers, but the vectors kept them all off of me. In fact, sound ceased to exist as I just turned out everything but the light.

Chunk by chunk, I undid Hookwolf.

Chunk by chunk, I tore his armor apart.

And then I beheld his core. It was a red crystalline thing, lighting dimly like a beating heart.

I grabbed and squeezed until it shattered under my hand.

Hookwolf’s movements ceased and what limbs were in the air trying to rake me also ceased and fell sideways and down lifelessly.

Slowly, I stood up and surveyed the area.

Gangsters and capes alike stared at me in horror.

I grinned back maliciously.

Then all of them who were close enough to be in my range of vector control burst like water balloons as I scrambled all of the vectors inside and on them.

Stormtiger cursed but there was clear resignation on his face. Cricket screamed but I heard none of it.

With one jump, they were within my range.

And p-pop, they died.

I looked around after landing from that jump, and saw all of the Empire thugs were dead. Only their bloodied clothes, costumes, and weapons laid on the ground while their remains scattered the area in small splatters of thoroughly blended biomass.

Sniffing once to show my disdain for others to see, I jumped up and then teleported away back towards home.

I switched from teleportations to vector control assisted flight when Taylor’s bugs came from the front.

One word.

HELP