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Bellamy plays with Cass's fingers while he listens to the curvy blonde laid across his lap rant. He wasn't sure how he was going to die, and figured it'd be sooner rather than later, but if he had to choose he hope God took him out just like this.

"God no, could you imagine?" She laughs, her eyes winkling in the corners, head back as she laughs. Bellamy swears it's his favorite sound to ever hit his ears.

"Oh, I can." Bellamy chuckles, smirking.

"And what would you do if you were a Supe?" Cass asks, twisting her fingers above her head as she stretches further out. She watches closely as the streams of sunlight from the window run through her fingers, blending in with the warm rays.

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't be a Supe in a million fucking years." He answers honestly. "Anything I can't do with my hands..." He stares down at his scared, calloused hands before returning them to Cass's thigh. Hands she trusts, scared or not. He pulls her into his chest.

She laughs into the crook of his neck. "Of course that's your answer." Her lips vibrate on his neck.

"What's yours?"

"I would rather bleach my eyes out." She answers with such haste and distain.

"If you could pick just one?" Bellamy asks, voice barely above a whisper as he traces circles around her bare thigh.

Supes ruined her life. She hated everything about them. But if she had to pick one power she was born with?

She shrugs. "A poison or toxin power could be fun."

Bellamy shakes his head amused. "Wouldn't have thought of anything less." Cassius rolls her eyes, sending her elbow into his ribs. "I mean it." A smile stretches across his lips.

"Mmm." She hums, dragging her finger slowly down his chest. "And if I poisoned you?"

He dips his head down, lips meeting hers and they hungrily fought for dominance with one another before Bellamy lifts his head. "Poison me." His thumbs graze her jaw. "Every single time."

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"Samaritan's Embrace," M.M. leads, pointing at the large map behind him as Cass leans her head back, pretending to snore. "Led by Ezekiel but bankrolled by Vought, has been shipping Compound V to 53 hospitals across the country since 1971 and gift wrapping it..." He exhales when the Asian female hastily walks up to the table in front of him and abruptly grabs a handful of markers causing Cassius to pop her up. "... gift wrapping it." M.M. proceeds. "As polio vaccine."

"Are you telling me God's not reaching up the twats of American girls and blessing babies?" Butcher reiterates.

"Who's gonna tell God this?" Cass shakes her head saddened...

"Butcher, can you leave God out of this?" M.M. snaps. "And you." He turns pointedly to Cass. "Can you go one minute without playing devils advocate?"

She shrugs. "I could... it just wouldn't be as fun." She murmurs the last bit. Butcher chuckles.

"H-Hold on, hold on." Hughie intervenes. "So, no hero was born? None of them?" M.M. raises his arms. "They're all just kids dosed with blue shit. I mean, even..."

"Even fucking Starlight." Butcher finishes for him.

Bellamy scoffs to himself, shaking his head. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Awww, not God's favorite princess." Cass pokes out her bottom lip, turning her chair to Hughie.

"Alright." He sighs. "Do you think- do you think they know... what really happened to 'em?"

"No. They're too fucking spoiled." Bellamy says. "There's no way they know." They entitlement that radiates off of them indicates they really do believe their gifts from God... Cassius thinks so too.

Butcher rubs his chin in thought. "What about Homelander?"

"Homelander's a black hole." M.M. tells him, shaking his head. "Never had any public records and never will. However, every single other Supe- juiced-up lab rates." He pulls out a small vile of blue just The Female approaches the table again, knocking off a large stack of papers. "Oh God." She pauses, papers in hand. "I'm trying to give a tremendous fucking TED Talk here, and this... Frenchie, can you control her, please?" M.M. looks at him, pointing to her. Bellamy glances down at him.

"I don not control her." Frenchie articulates.

M.M. scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Well, then can you put her on a leash?" Cassius suggests. Frenchie glances in her direction but keeps quiet as Bellamy sends him a warning look not to start anything.

"Do you see what I'm dealing with?" M.M. looks at Bellamy, motioning his hands between him and The Female as she walks away. Bellamy shares his exasperated expression.

"Well, spot on, M.M." Butcher commends, ignoring his complaints of his work conditions. "We got Vought for child endangerment, drug trafficking, and possibly the largest fraud in American fucking history." He rubs his hands together. "Raynor's gonna love it."

"You better hope she does." M.M. tells him.

"Raynor?" Cass sighs, throwing her head back once again, eyeing falling upon Hughie as he steps down to where The Female is coloring. "Hughie, leave her alone. She bites." She snorts, pausing for thought. "Matter of fact? Go ahead." She closes her eyes, sighing in content.

"Uh, hi." Hughie doesn't pay Cassius any mind... on the outside. On the inside... her words made him nervous, but he crouches down in front of the young Asian woman all the same. His attention lands upon one of her drawings and as he picks it up she pounces forward snarling.

"Hughie, no!" Frenchie hollers, clicking his tongue. "No, no, no." He stands in the entryway, pointing. "Not if you're attatched to that hand, no."

"Let him face the consequences of his actions." Bellamy says.

"It's okay. Yeah." Frenchie gently eases, giving Bellamy his disapproving look before facing everybody. "Well, you know, all of this, uh, it's..." He raises his thumbs up. "But it's only part of the story, no?"

"Ugh." Cassius sighs. Can never take a win and call it a day, huh?

"He's right." Bellamy echo's.

"I mean, what about our petit Lazarus here?" Frenchie points behind him. "She's not an infant. And she was injected in a basement, not a hospital."

"God has favorites." Cassius muses and M.M. crosses his arms in her direction causing her to throw her hands up.

"And there is the small matter of that she rose from the dead." Frenchie continues. She what?! Cassius thinks to herself. If only she actually listened more...

"Well, your feral pixie dream girl ain't exactly dictating her fucking memoirs is she, Frenchie?" Butcher fires out.

Bellamy clears his throat, shifting his feet. As much as he hates to do so, he kind of agrees...

"I'm feeling she's trying to communicate." Frenchie stresses. "I mean... she's been doing this for..." He throws his hand behind him. "Maybe that means something, huh?"

"Yeah, maybe they're just fucking chicken scratches." Butcher argues.

"Have you looked?" Bellamy tilts his head. Cause he'll be damned if he doesn't side with Frenchie in support.

"Let's find out." Frenchie shrugs, grinning at Bellamy.

"Here we go." Cassius sighs to herself.

"Nah, you've been burned." M.M. steps in. "It's not safe out there for you."

"Send him out." Cass speaks up. They all look at her to which she simply shrugs. "He wants to go," She pauses, glaring at Bellamy's head, "Let him go."

"M.M.'s right. You got to fucking stay put, son." Butcher agrees.

Frenchie scoffs, walking off. "Fantastique."

"I was in favor of letting you get yourself killed." Cassius calls out, smirking tightly.

"All right, I'm off." Butcher states.

"Again." Bellamy cuts.

"I'll just, uh, keep on Starlight then, right?" Hughie attempts to throw out there.

"Keep on her, in her." Cassius mumbles to herself, chuckling.

Butcher turns to him. "Her phones been tits-up for a week." He sighs, putting on his jacket. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" He asks Hughie.

"No."

"What good are you for then?" Bellamy grumbles.

"But I can, uh... I can check." Hughie offers.

Butcher glances at Bellamy he merely shrugs. "All right." Butcher sighs, lips curling up. "You're with me." He tells Hughie, tossing him his jacket.

"He is?" M.M. asks.

"Thank God." Cassius comments, happy more are filing out.

"I am?" Hughie checks.

"Good." Bellamy nods.

"What, to the CIA lady?" Hughie questions.

"No. We're gonna go on a little detour. You'll love it." Butcher grins, patting his arm. "Come on."

"Have fun." Cass sings. "While we waste our fucking time." Her licks smack together as she stretches her legs out to Frenchie now vacant chair, loudly propping her feet up. Might as well make herself comfortably in her own personal hell.

She blinks harshly, brows furrowing as her shoes blend in and out with the chair.

If anytime would be a good time to poison someone, it'd be now. And she'd do herself a favor and poison everyone in the room and then herself, putting herself out of her fucking misery.

If only one could get so lucky...

Her anger was her poison, one she enjoyed the taste of quite well.

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Hey, heyyy... welcome back to Moronic Morosisss!!

So, uh... sorry it's been a hot minute... I unfortunately was dealing with a writing slump for the past couple weeks... buttt we're backkk!!!

And while being away... I blinked & this book hit 3K READS?! WHATTTT?! UH HELLO?!?!?! I am so, so happy & excited omggg!! I canot thank y'all enoughhh!! And what better way to celebrate than with a flashback to kick off the chapter ;)

I am LIVING for any Bellass flashback crumbsss!!!

Anywaysss, we have finally kicked off episode 6!!! WHOOO!! I hope y'all enjoyedd ittt!! Cass was absolutely killing me this chapter, she is just so over everything & it's so funny to me lmao.

Until next time, mwahhh!! <3333