Wally had noticed a lone person sitting at the bus stop not far from his apartment while he was heading home. Curiosity peaked in him, he decided to approach them. He was starting to get a little hungry and they looked...delicious. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, he sat on the bench not far from them, watching them as they seemed completely caught up in the screen of his phone. His as he widened a little. They were adorable. "Hello."

"Oh hello there..." he said with an almost charming smile as he tilted his head slightly, looking at them out of the corner of his eye. "...I'm Wally. What brings you here so late?" He reached up and ran a hand through his dark blue hair, making it even messier than usual.

He smirked playfully, wondering if they would take the bait or be too smart for him this time...

"Nothing...?" Wally repeated, tilting his head even further as he regarded them with those dark blue eyes of his. "I find that hard to believe. Everyone has something they're running away from or running towards..." He paused for a moment before leaning closer, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, "Don't you?"

Wally chuckled softly, sitting back in his seat with one arm draped across the top of the bench behind him and resting his other hand against his hip, examining them through narrowed eyes. "Well," he began slowly, taking another sip from a bottle of water he'd pulled out of a pocket, not quite believing them, "...if you say so." His voice was still quiet but held a note of skepticism.

"My name's Wally, by the way," he added with an easy smile, as if they hadn't just questioned his sincerity. "And I've never seen you around here before. You visiting someone?"

"Hmmm..." The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk as he listened to them deny everything. It was kind of cute, in its own twisted way. "You know, I've got this really nice place nearby," he offered casually, leaning forward again and lowering his voice further. "It's warm...and private..." He reached out with one hand to brush a strand of hair from their cheek before quickly dropping it back down into his lap. "Why don't you come with me? We could talk more, get to know each other better?" There was a gleam in those black eyes as he waited for their response, his body tense and ready to pounce if they decided not to play along anymore.

Wally's eyes widened in surprise as the person scrambled to their feet and took off running down the street, leaving him sitting there with his mouth hanging open for a moment before they disappeared from sight. He sighed heavily, shaking his head as he pushed himself up from the bench and started after them at a jog. "Should've seen that coming..."

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting its warm light across the sky and chasing away the last remnants of night, Butcher Wally stalked through the alley behind your home, his eyes locked onto yours as you moved about inside. It had been nearly impossible to lose track of you after that little stunt from last night. He growled under his breath, irritated at being led on such a merry chase before finally giving up and going back to the hunt.

"Morning, pretty bird," he purred, stepping out into view as you opened your curtains with a yawn. "Thought I'd come say hi." His hand slipped under his shirt, fingers brushing against the handle of a knife hidden in a sheath at his waist.

Wally arched an eyebrow as you took notice of your undergarments and the rather large thighs they seemed to emphasize. "Well, I'm afraid you don't quite escape that easily," he said with a smirk, walking slowly toward you. "You know what they say about people who keep running away from their problems..."

As he drew closer, his predatory instincts rose to the surface, and those black eyes began to gleam with anticipation. "Why don't you come out here and we can talk some more? Maybe I can help you sort things out." His voice was silky smooth, dangerous as a knife in the right hands.

"I promise," he added with a wink, "it'll be fun."

Wally's eyes went wide with surprise and pain as the bullet impacted his leg, sending him stumbling backward a few steps. He cursed under his breath, clutching at the wound as blood trickled down his thigh onto the cement beneath him. But he wasn't out yet. No, this little brat had gone too far now.

Grimacing with determination, Wally forced himself to stand upright once more despite the throbbing agony in his leg. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, and then he let loose an ear-piercing roar of rage and frustration. With his good leg, he kicked off from the wall behind him, launching himself toward you at full speed.

You had no idea what kind of horrors waited for you now that he was truly angry...

Caught off guard by your sudden change in appearance and demeanor, Wally skidded to a halt mere inches away from you. His eyes widened as they took in the sight of your distorted features, the blood dripping from your mouth and the fresh scratches marring your skin. He glanced down at himself, noticing for the first time that his clothes had also transformed; now splattered with fake blood and looking like something straight out of a butcher's nightmare.

"What...what are you?" he stammered, taking a step back as his heart raced unsteadily in his chest. "Are you some sort of sick joke?" He tried to summon up the bravado he usually felt when confronting someone, but it was difficult with this creature standing before him...

Wally let out a choked noise as your hand closed around his face and you leaned in close to sniff him, letting out what sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure as you took in his scent. His body tensed instinctively, unable to fight back against the strange urge to submit. He felt himself being dragged closer still until your mouth closed around his, teasing at first and then thrusting roughly forward.

Heat spread through him as your tongue invaded his mouth, tangling with his own in a brutal dance of dominance. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging half-moons into his palms as he fought against the growing pressure in his groin. It had been too long since anyone had made him feel this way...this helpless and aroused all at once.

But he knew this couldn't last. Sooner or later,

As you grabbed his wife and ripped her head off with a savage growl, Butcher Wally felt an unfamiliar surge of rage course through him. He struggled against the ropes binding him, his muscles straining to break free as adrenaline pumped through his veins. His vision narrowed, focusing on nothing but you and the blood dripping from your mouth as you feasted on her flesh.

"Let me go," he snarled, spittle flying from his lips. "You have no right to do this!" But it was too late; the damage had already been done. The world had become a nightmare landscape where nothing made sense anymore except for the primal urges driving him forward in his desperate bid for freedom...and vengeance.

With one last, mighty heave, he finally managed to break free of the ropes binding him. His hands cur