In a world where the villains have killed all the heroes or driven them underground a Bronx shop owner and his daughter find out the hard way that appearances can be deceiving.
Butterscotch (Old Man Logan)
- Thread starter Cmyers1980
- Start date
- Created
- Status
- Ongoing
- Watchers
- 4
- Recent readers
- 0
- Threadmarks
- 1
-
Statistics (1 threadmarks, 1.5k words)
User Total Cmyers1980 1 Threadmarks Reader mode
Butterscotch
- Location
- America
Since I first read Wanted and Old Man Logan I've loved the premise of the villains taking over and dividing the US/world between them. Though many good stories have been written in the OML setting almost all of them take place 40+ years later when nearly all the heroes and villains are either dead or decrepit. I wish they made stories taking place within a decade of the takeover when everyone is still in their prime.
With that in mind I decided to write my own story (in pseudo script format) titled "Butterscotch" and set in the early years of the takeover. I'll likely write other short stories starring other villains (Carnage, Paladin, Hyde, Purple Man etc). What 616 villains would you like to see OML stories for?
...
FADE IN:
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING
Close up on a man's hands sharpening a #2 pencil with a mechanical sharpener while he whistles "Bringing In the Sheaves."
He sets it down on a coffee table next to six other freshly sharpened pencils. He picks another one up and starts over.
Once finished he holds it up to his eye revealing the target carved into his bare forehead. It's the psychopathic assassin Bullseye.
He smiles a smile that would put a shark to shame.
CUT TO:
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT
A shop owner named Will and his daughter Joan put away merchandise behind the check out counter.
Joan: ...This sick ass laser hologram show down at the park. I mean, they had everything but the kitchen sink. Spaceships, dragons, fighter jets, even Captain America knocking out Red Skull like in the old days.
Will: Yeah, the thing about that...
Joan: What?
Will: They're the old days. You need to keep your head in those books and make something of yourself so you can stop helping your old man stock cigarettes and cheap sodas, not fantasize about punching out clowns in costumes.
Joan: You need to lighten up.
Will: I will when you finally got Doctor in front of your name. Give our family something to be proud of for once.
Joan: I know, I know. You told me a million times already.
Will: And I'll tell you a million times more.
Voice (Offscreen): Keep an eye out, alright, Tik?
Two young men with black bandanas around their faces and armed with handguns come into the shop.
Will: Be with you in a moment.
They stand in front of the counter with their handguns brandished. The leader has the word "KILLR" sloppily tattooed on his forehead.
Joan spots the men and drops the box of candy in her hands. It falls to the floor and spills out.
Joan: Dad!
Killr: Put your hands where I can see them!
Will turns to face them.
Will: Oh, come on. Seriously?
Roach: Don't make him ask again. Unless you want to meet Saint Peter early.
Will: Relax.
He puts his hands up.
Will: Hon', do what he says.
Joan obeys and puts her hands up.
Killr: Now, very slowly, open your drawer and give us the cash.
Will: Okay, you got it.
Will tries to open the cash register but it refuses to open.
Roach: We got a problem?
Will: No. The thing's old, you know? It sticks. Just give me a sec.
Killr: You have until the count of three or I put a hollow point in your head! One!
Joan: Please, dad!
Will: Wait, man! It's jammed!
Killr: Two!
Joan: Come on!
Killr: Three!
Killr steps forward to shoot. The sudden thump of a body hitting the ground is heard outside.
Killr and Roach look at each other in confusion.
Roach: Fuck was that?
The door is kicked open and they turn towards it. It's Bullseye in full costume.
Bullseye: Heads up!
He throws two pencils into Roach's eyes. Joan screams. He laughs hysterically as Roach drops to the floor dead.
Killr fires his .44 Magnum revolver but Bullseye swiftly dodges it and throws a pencil into his cheek.
Killr: Ahh! Damn it!
Bullseye: Nice shooter. What's a pipsqueak like you doing with a hand cannon like that? Compensating?
Killr growls angrily and fires again. Bullseye dodges it and throws another pencil into his trigger finger.
He screams in pain and drops the revolver.
Killr: Who are you?!
Bullseye kicks him in the stomach and stabs him in the throat with another pencil. He grabs the revolver off the ground.
Bullseye: "Killr." Don't make me laugh.
He shoots him in the head and he falls to the ground dead.
Bullseye: Ho, boy. What a rush! It's safe, everybody. The bad guys are gone.
With tears in her eyes Joan hugs Bullseye and starts kissing his face.
Joan: Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Bullseye: Cool it with the theatrics, kid.
Will: Thank you so much, sir. We would have been goners for sure if you hadn't come.
Bullseye: God forbid.
Joan: You're our guardian angel, mister.
Bullseye: Don't sweat it. The kind of mood I'm in, a measly three kills wouldn't scratch my itch.
Joan: What do you -
He shoots Will in the head with the revolver. Blood and brain matter sprays Joan's face. She shrieks.
Bullseye: This is the part where you run away, toots.
Joan frantically runs through the nearest aisle and Bullseye follows. He grabs a box of corn flakes off the shelf and throws it at the back of her head.
She crashes to the floor and he laughs.
Bullseye: Bullseye. Heh. Never hit someone with breakfast food before. No time like the present, I guess.
He throws the revolver at her as she tries to rise off the floor and the butt knocks her back down.
Bullseye approaches her with a toothy grin.
Bullseye: Usually I get paid to do stuff like this but what can I say? Murder's my way of life. You wouldn't knock the paintbrush out of Picasso's hand, would you?
He pulls out a throwing knife fastened to his thigh. Right before he throws it someone speaks.
Voice (Offscreen): Lester.
Bullseye turns around, knife at the ready.
Standing amidst the carnage is the villain Taskmaster in full costume.
Bullseye: Taskmaster? Funny seeing you here.
Taskmaster: Drop the knife, Lester. Let her go.
Bullseye: This one?
He throws it into the woman's skull and her face slams into the tile.
Bullseye: Oops.
Taskmaster sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.
Bullseye walks towards him and stops when he's at arm's length.
Taskmaster: You're insufferable, you know that?
Bullseye: Big whoop. When did you become a Good Samaritan?
Taskmaster: Is this what you've been doing lately? Random killing sprees?
Bullseye: Something like that. I'm in between jobs.
Taskmaster: And three dozen dead between here and Newark was your idea of what? A way to pass time?
Bullseye: Bingo. I take it you frown upon that kind of thing.
Taskmaster: Yeah. My boss does too.
Bullseye: Who's that?
Taskmaster: President Skull, jackass. He's trying to reshape this country and bring it back to order. Which means keeping psychopathic killers like you on a tight leash.
Bullseye: Nah. I don't do leashes.
Taskmaster: Skull doesn't want you to stop. He wants to give you a job. Talent like yours is in high demand given the all around pear shaped state of things. The rest of the world isn't doing too hot either. It'll be like working for the Kingpin all over again.
Bullseye: Hmm. I see. And the alternative is?
Taskmaster unsheathes his sword.
Taskmaster: I don't think you want to go that route. Neither do I, to be honest.
Bullseye blankly stares at him for several moments and finally smiles.
Bullseye: 'Kay.
Taskmaster: You accept the offer?
Bullseye: Yup. But I got one condition.
Taskmaster sheathes his sword.
Taskmaster: Let's hear it.
Bullseye: I want a penthouse overlooking the Hudson. One in Miami too. A special rank would be nice. Oh, and five million dollars yearly salary.
Taskmaster: That's more than one condition but definitely doable. What else? Super Bowl tickets? A date with Taylor Swift?
Bullseye: Nah. I'm more into Slipknot.
They head towards the front door.
Bullseye: Hold it.
He walks over to the counter and reaches inside a plastic container of lollipops.
Taskmaster: Are you serious?
Bullseye: Give me a second, will you?
He continues searching while Taskmaster crosses his arms impatiently.
Bullseye: Gotcha!
He pulls a lollipop out and takes the wrapper off and gleefully puts it in his mouth. Taskmaster looks on in disbelief.
Bullseye: It's butterscotch, dude.
Taskmaster: Never change, Lester.
They exit the store.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS
They walk past Tik laying dead on the sidewalk with a pencil in his eye and make their way into the dark night.
FADE OUT.
THE END.
With that in mind I decided to write my own story (in pseudo script format) titled "Butterscotch" and set in the early years of the takeover. I'll likely write other short stories starring other villains (Carnage, Paladin, Hyde, Purple Man etc). What 616 villains would you like to see OML stories for?
...
FADE IN:
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING
Close up on a man's hands sharpening a #2 pencil with a mechanical sharpener while he whistles "Bringing In the Sheaves."
He sets it down on a coffee table next to six other freshly sharpened pencils. He picks another one up and starts over.
Once finished he holds it up to his eye revealing the target carved into his bare forehead. It's the psychopathic assassin Bullseye.
He smiles a smile that would put a shark to shame.
CUT TO:
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT
A shop owner named Will and his daughter Joan put away merchandise behind the check out counter.
Joan: ...This sick ass laser hologram show down at the park. I mean, they had everything but the kitchen sink. Spaceships, dragons, fighter jets, even Captain America knocking out Red Skull like in the old days.
Will: Yeah, the thing about that...
Joan: What?
Will: They're the old days. You need to keep your head in those books and make something of yourself so you can stop helping your old man stock cigarettes and cheap sodas, not fantasize about punching out clowns in costumes.
Joan: You need to lighten up.
Will: I will when you finally got Doctor in front of your name. Give our family something to be proud of for once.
Joan: I know, I know. You told me a million times already.
Will: And I'll tell you a million times more.
Voice (Offscreen): Keep an eye out, alright, Tik?
Two young men with black bandanas around their faces and armed with handguns come into the shop.
Will: Be with you in a moment.
They stand in front of the counter with their handguns brandished. The leader has the word "KILLR" sloppily tattooed on his forehead.
Joan spots the men and drops the box of candy in her hands. It falls to the floor and spills out.
Joan: Dad!
Killr: Put your hands where I can see them!
Will turns to face them.
Will: Oh, come on. Seriously?
Roach: Don't make him ask again. Unless you want to meet Saint Peter early.
Will: Relax.
He puts his hands up.
Will: Hon', do what he says.
Joan obeys and puts her hands up.
Killr: Now, very slowly, open your drawer and give us the cash.
Will: Okay, you got it.
Will tries to open the cash register but it refuses to open.
Roach: We got a problem?
Will: No. The thing's old, you know? It sticks. Just give me a sec.
Killr: You have until the count of three or I put a hollow point in your head! One!
Joan: Please, dad!
Will: Wait, man! It's jammed!
Killr: Two!
Joan: Come on!
Killr: Three!
Killr steps forward to shoot. The sudden thump of a body hitting the ground is heard outside.
Killr and Roach look at each other in confusion.
Roach: Fuck was that?
The door is kicked open and they turn towards it. It's Bullseye in full costume.
Bullseye: Heads up!
He throws two pencils into Roach's eyes. Joan screams. He laughs hysterically as Roach drops to the floor dead.
Killr fires his .44 Magnum revolver but Bullseye swiftly dodges it and throws a pencil into his cheek.
Killr: Ahh! Damn it!
Bullseye: Nice shooter. What's a pipsqueak like you doing with a hand cannon like that? Compensating?
Killr growls angrily and fires again. Bullseye dodges it and throws another pencil into his trigger finger.
He screams in pain and drops the revolver.
Killr: Who are you?!
Bullseye kicks him in the stomach and stabs him in the throat with another pencil. He grabs the revolver off the ground.
Bullseye: "Killr." Don't make me laugh.
He shoots him in the head and he falls to the ground dead.
Bullseye: Ho, boy. What a rush! It's safe, everybody. The bad guys are gone.
With tears in her eyes Joan hugs Bullseye and starts kissing his face.
Joan: Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Bullseye: Cool it with the theatrics, kid.
Will: Thank you so much, sir. We would have been goners for sure if you hadn't come.
Bullseye: God forbid.
Joan: You're our guardian angel, mister.
Bullseye: Don't sweat it. The kind of mood I'm in, a measly three kills wouldn't scratch my itch.
Joan: What do you -
He shoots Will in the head with the revolver. Blood and brain matter sprays Joan's face. She shrieks.
Bullseye: This is the part where you run away, toots.
Joan frantically runs through the nearest aisle and Bullseye follows. He grabs a box of corn flakes off the shelf and throws it at the back of her head.
She crashes to the floor and he laughs.
Bullseye: Bullseye. Heh. Never hit someone with breakfast food before. No time like the present, I guess.
He throws the revolver at her as she tries to rise off the floor and the butt knocks her back down.
Bullseye approaches her with a toothy grin.
Bullseye: Usually I get paid to do stuff like this but what can I say? Murder's my way of life. You wouldn't knock the paintbrush out of Picasso's hand, would you?
He pulls out a throwing knife fastened to his thigh. Right before he throws it someone speaks.
Voice (Offscreen): Lester.
Bullseye turns around, knife at the ready.
Standing amidst the carnage is the villain Taskmaster in full costume.
Bullseye: Taskmaster? Funny seeing you here.
Taskmaster: Drop the knife, Lester. Let her go.
Bullseye: This one?
He throws it into the woman's skull and her face slams into the tile.
Bullseye: Oops.
Taskmaster sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.
Bullseye walks towards him and stops when he's at arm's length.
Taskmaster: You're insufferable, you know that?
Bullseye: Big whoop. When did you become a Good Samaritan?
Taskmaster: Is this what you've been doing lately? Random killing sprees?
Bullseye: Something like that. I'm in between jobs.
Taskmaster: And three dozen dead between here and Newark was your idea of what? A way to pass time?
Bullseye: Bingo. I take it you frown upon that kind of thing.
Taskmaster: Yeah. My boss does too.
Bullseye: Who's that?
Taskmaster: President Skull, jackass. He's trying to reshape this country and bring it back to order. Which means keeping psychopathic killers like you on a tight leash.
Bullseye: Nah. I don't do leashes.
Taskmaster: Skull doesn't want you to stop. He wants to give you a job. Talent like yours is in high demand given the all around pear shaped state of things. The rest of the world isn't doing too hot either. It'll be like working for the Kingpin all over again.
Bullseye: Hmm. I see. And the alternative is?
Taskmaster unsheathes his sword.
Taskmaster: I don't think you want to go that route. Neither do I, to be honest.
Bullseye blankly stares at him for several moments and finally smiles.
Bullseye: 'Kay.
Taskmaster: You accept the offer?
Bullseye: Yup. But I got one condition.
Taskmaster sheathes his sword.
Taskmaster: Let's hear it.
Bullseye: I want a penthouse overlooking the Hudson. One in Miami too. A special rank would be nice. Oh, and five million dollars yearly salary.
Taskmaster: That's more than one condition but definitely doable. What else? Super Bowl tickets? A date with Taylor Swift?
Bullseye: Nah. I'm more into Slipknot.
They head towards the front door.
Bullseye: Hold it.
He walks over to the counter and reaches inside a plastic container of lollipops.
Taskmaster: Are you serious?
Bullseye: Give me a second, will you?
He continues searching while Taskmaster crosses his arms impatiently.
Bullseye: Gotcha!
He pulls a lollipop out and takes the wrapper off and gleefully puts it in his mouth. Taskmaster looks on in disbelief.
Bullseye: It's butterscotch, dude.
Taskmaster: Never change, Lester.
They exit the store.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS
They walk past Tik laying dead on the sidewalk with a pencil in his eye and make their way into the dark night.
FADE OUT.
THE END.
Last edited: