He woke up drenched in sweat, terrified by the nightmare. He got up and went into the bathroom. He took off the clothes he'd been wearing, the black silk shirt.
He stood there as the hot water ran over him, wincing in pain. Everything hurt—his mind, his body, his thoughts, everything. Everything that had happened to him in the past, from his days in the lab until this very moment, everything hurt.
But then, suddenly! The lights went out. He didn't care, thinking maybe there was a problem, and didn't move, staying put. But those hands that touched the length of his neck made him flinch and freeze. He was alone in the bathroom, the lights off, with a stranger.
His fingers touched Homelander's body, not roughly, but gently, a terrifying gentleness to Homelander.
He felt his hands pulling him closer, his breath on his ear and neck. A growl came from him, a voice that wasn't human, like a wolf's throat. His head was spinning; he would have fallen if it weren't for the stranger's hands holding him. But before Homelander completely collapsed,
the last thing he heard was, "Homelander, I want a child with you."
The second time he woke up in his bed, with Starlight beside him, he sat up slowly.
"Homelander, are you alright? I found you unconscious in bed."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I found you unconscious!"
"Starlight, I passed out in the bathroom," he continued, whispering in terror.
"He was there. He was holding me while I was showering.
He... he asked for something scary."
"Did you recognize him or who he was?"
"But what did he ask you for?"
He whispered, afraid someone might overhear.
"He wants a child from me!"
"Homelander, this is getting out of hand!"
"I don't know, I don't know. I can't sleep or be alone anymore. If I sleep, he comes in my nightmares.
And if I'm alone, he comes."
"You should put security cameras in the room.
That will at least let us know who this stranger is."
"No, maybe I should just get out of the tower for a while to be alone. I just need to breathe."
"Okay, if anything happens, let me know."
"Okay, thank you, Starlight. Thank you so much."
She smiled at him and left, leaving him alone in the room again. He stood up to change his clothes. He took off what he was wearing and started putting on his suit. He stood in front of the mirror adjusting his clothes. Moments later, while he was busy, the lights went out again. He froze, terrified. He clenched his fists, ready for any attack. He felt hot breath on his neck. He turned quickly and thumped his fist in the air, but no one was there.
"Ha! Did you really think you could hide from me or call for help?"
He looked around, hoping to see someone, but in vain.
"You are mine and will be mine forever."
"Whether I am there or here, either way, you will be mine."
The voice was a deep, majestic male voice. But suddenly, it was the same voice as before he fainted—the wolf's voice.
"H-Homelander, I want a child with you."
The lights came back on. Homelander was in a terrible state, shocked by what had happened and what was yet to come.
He swore he would never sleep there again after what he had witnessed.
He then decided to go to his son Ryan at the butcher William Butcher's house.
He went down to the doorstep and knocked. After a few moments, Ryan opened the door and, upon seeing him, threw himself into his arms. "Daddy, I'm so glad to see you."
"Come on, let's go inside."
"Well, is the butcher here?"
He nodded, and then they went inside. He decided that if the butcher was going to stay out, he would stay there with his son. And from there, he breathes a little relief from the nightmares of that stranger.
And far from home, the wolf watched with a terrifying smile. "The deer fell into the cage."
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