Chapter 3 – I never wanted to be…
Becky watched as Chuck freaked out, Doctor Two Brains raved, and Miss Question…Asked questions. She sighed turning to look through the small gap with longing, The Butcher sat apposite her looking blankly past her. She though she heard him give a light sigh, "You ok?" she asked, "I'm trapped in a cave," was his reply. Becky gave a weak smile, "Oh, right."
The Butcher spread out his legs, "Hey, at least we can't starve to death while I'm here right?" he said trying his best to bring some hope into the situation. Becky nodded, "Yeah, that's good," she twiddled her fingers, flinching as Granny May through a rock at Miss Question's head ("Be quiet or I'll get an even bigger rock!")
"You know how you said that we might not feel like we had a choice about being villains?" The Butcher said suddenly, Becky looked at him, "Well, that's how I started."
Becky sat up, she knew The Butcher would talk she just knew it! He had always been the one to open up to her. The Doc turned to look at him, "Hey quiet everybody! Butcher's going to spill his guts!" he mocked. Chuck made a face, "Really? Ew…"
"No not literally!" The doc smacked a gloved hand against his forehead. The Whammer was being rather quiet throughout all of this, and surprisingly he sat down, "The Whammer wants ta hear it," he said giving a "you challenge me the whole cave goes down" look. The Doc threw up his hands in annoyance but sat down, though he looked rather like a child being forced to do something.
"So what is this now sharing time?" Miss Question demanded looking rather jittery. The Butcher was looking nervous, "I didn't really want this to be sickle time- sorry, sorry circle!" he corrected himself, looking as though that mistake was extremely embarrassing. Becky marveled as almost all of the villains sat down, though she was feeling sorry for The Butcher, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to… It's just whenever I have something to say it's good to get it out," she said, thinking sourly of the many attempts she had given to tell her friend Violet of her true identity.
"Right," The Butcher said with a sigh, "Well like I was saying, I felt like I was forced into a villain life…By my father of course," he continued rubbing the back of his head nervously, "My mother never objected, she was almost never at home anyways… My father pulled me out of school at a young age so I could be a villain!"
Becky gasped, that explained a lot!
The Butcher cast a dark glare at the cave wall, "I think when you're a kid you're supposed to have choices for what you want to be when you grow up! But I didn't have any,"
Mr. Big looked rather watery eyed, "Yeah," he mumbled. All heads turned to him as though he had shouted it, "This is getting crazy, you have problems Mr. Big?" The Doc said. Mr. Big looked around him putting his hands up, "What? No!" he said suddenly on the defense. Becky bit her bottom lip, "I never knew," she mumbled.
The truth was she did sort of know about The Butcher's problem, a few months ago she had gone through a rather crazy portal ride back in time! And she had seen him arguing with his dad about that very subject.
Mr. Big crossed his arms looking like a child just like the Doc had done, "Get on with your story," he said giving a shooing motion. The Butcher looked questioningly at the business man but didn't say anything about what he had said, "Mind you being a villain's pretty cool, but I still wanted a choice! Just one choice to be my own actually," he said slightly bitterly, "I love my pop, but as soon as I could I moved away!"
Becky realized that she had been steadily leaning forward farther and farther the more The Butcher talked. It was fascinating really to think about, and though it was sad it made her feel like she understood him more. If only she could get the other villains to talk as well! Mr. Big shifted uncomfortably in his suit, "*Ahem* Uh, I know how you feel… Well, sort of," he said looking rather unhappy, "See, I grew up rather poor-" he tensed as he uttered the word "poor" like it was a horrible thing! "My father had passed away when I was little, I was raised by my mother," he ventured further, "But *heh* she didn't raise me to be a villain…" he continued to make *ahem* and *er*noises as he spoke. Becky was surprised that Mr. Big would actually talk to them like this, and admit to them that he used to be poor! "She wanted me to become rich by any means necessary though she thought business man was the best. After she-after she died," he choked, "I decided that I *had* to do it for her! So I tried mind control," he stopped suddenly blinking a few tears away. Apparently the thought of his mother's death and his promise was too hard to think of. Becky put two hands over her heart, she wanted desperately to give him a comforting hug or maybe say words of enoragment but she didn't. She had no words.
I'm sure a lot of the information given in this FF you already know due to my "Tales of WordGirl villains" thing. But I shall try to come up with some new stuff don't worry!
There are tons to come because I want to get them all so… Keep reading! XD
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