Rolando
cocked his head. He hovered off the ground and spoke in an eerie voice.
“Eenie,
meenie, miny…”
Blitzo
and Mille looked up with terrified looks.
His
glowing yellow eyes widened. “…mo!”
Blitzo
screamed as Rolando zoomed at him and entered through his head in black goo.
Blitzo collapsed to the ground.
0 0 0
Blitzo found himself chained
to a chair in an old movie theater. Rusted chains were wrapped around his
wrists and across his chest. Coral and seaweed poked out from between the seats.
The walls had large eye designs, and an old projector sat high within the wall.
He glanced around fearfully, struggling to escape the rusted chains to no
avail. More chains held his horns in place.
Rolando floated out of
Blitzo surrounded by glowing ocean goo and grinned. He licked his neck with his
long yellow-green tongue and Blitzo flinched and whimpered.
“Welcome to the show,
asshole,” Rolando mused. Rolando flew in an arch of black goo before settling
in a seat behind him. He held a bag of popcorn in his hand and propped his legs
up.
“I hear this one’s a
real titilator.”
The curtains opened. He
grinned and pointed at the screen. The overhead projector blinked to life. The
screen was tinted green and did the old-fashioned round “3, 2, 1,” on the
screen.
To Blitzo’s utter horror, his own memories flashed
before him.
0 0 0
A young Blitzo spotted a
young Fizzarolli balancing on a large yellow ball decorated with a red
pentagram on it. He supported himself using only his hand while balancing
spinning plates on sticks. He balanced the sticks with his clown nose, his
other hand and with both his spread-out legs.
Little Blitzo enviously peered at him
from behind the red curtains.
“Fizz, Fizz, Fizz!” cheered the audience
of imps.
An older Blitzo peeked
behind the circus tent flap at a teen Fizzarolli, wearing a black bowtie, white
shirt and suspenders. Fizzarolli’s outfit was purple and white. Blitzo’s greedy
father, Cash Buckzo stood with his striped shirt and worn-out top hat and small
white goatee under his chin. All the imps had the black circus posse mark on
their foreheads.
“Fizzarolli!” he smiled.
“That was one fantastic performance out there! Here’s a birthday card for ya!”
Fizzarolli laughed as
another imp put a red clown nose on his own nose. “Aw, thanks Cash!”
He opened the card,
decorated in blue with gold letters on the cover: “WISH YOU WERE MY SON.”
“I’ve never seen such
talent, such grace,” Cash Buckzo exclaimed. “You make my own son seem like a
sad excuse.”
Blitzo flinched at his
words.
“Your presence will make
you a star and hopefully bring great profit to our greater family circus! I’m
counting on you, Fizz!”
Cash Buckzo then
wandered off.
Fizzarolli glanced over
and waved happily to Blitzo. Blitzo shrank back.
Fizzarolli, Blitzo’s
close friend…yes, he was envious of him, but at the same time, he was
mesmerized by his friendliness and charm. He had dreams of him and Fizzarolli
performing together, traveling across the Rings and sharing passionate kisses
under the moonlight.
In the chaos of
performing and trying to please his father, Fizzarolli had been a glimpse into
a more carefree childhood. Blitzo could be himself around him.
Of course, being one to
keep his feelings heavily guarded within, Blitzo found no courage to tell him
his feelings directly. Blitzo sadly held in his hand a red flower with an eye
in the middle and a white envelope with a love letter inside.
Blitzo thought to
himself, ‘Perhaps Fizz and I are not meant to be. My acts are nothing compared
to his. If my own father favors him, perhaps I should just leave…’
Blitzo glumly pushed
aside an imp who was carrying a birthday cake with green candle flames on it.
The cake read “Happy Birthday Fizz!” It fell to the ground and the flames
quickly caught the ends of the tent curtains.
Blitzo angrily dropped
the flower and the card to the ground, not noticing the flames licking up the
tent and racing to the top. The imps inside screamed and scattered in every
direction. Beer bottles crashed to the ground. Green, blue, and purple horses
with flames for their manes and tails galloped from the flames as fast as they
could, plumes of feathers on their heads.
Teen Blitzo stood
outside the tent in disbelief as more imps screamed and ran for their lives.
Fizzarolli peered under a tent flap and spotted boxes of fireworks and
dynamite.
The flames reached the
box of explosives, and a loud BOOM rang through the smoky air. Fizzarolli and
Blitzo were forcefully knocked back.
“AARRGHH!”
Blitzo covered the right
side of his face…now charred from the fire.
But as he looked down,
he saw something…or someone that shattered his soul.
Lying on the ground was
his dear friend Fizzarolli. He screamed and cried tears as flames burned his
body. His horns were reduced to stubs and flesh burned off his long extending
arms, reaching desperately for Blitzo.
Blitzo stepped back,
still clutching his face. How in the world was he supposed to help?
“Blitz!” Fizzarolli
pleaded in pain. “HELP ME, PLEASE!”
Blitzo was about to
reach for him…
…but a shrilling scream
sent a chill through him. A scream that was all too familiar.
“MOM!”
Blitzo rushed ahead
without looking back.
“BLITZ!”
Fizzarolli pleaded one
last time before losing consciousness.
Blitzo maneuvered around
the emerald-colored flames. He looked to his left and saw several imps trying
to put out the fire.
He looked to his
right…and heard the screeching neighs of the circus horses, their skeletal
faces illuminated by green.
The screaming was
beginning to fade, but Blitzo kept running.
He soon reached the spot
where he heard her…
Nothing.
No trace of Tilla.
There was nothing left
except her little red pendant with two black eye-shaped holes.
Blitzo clutched it
tightly in his hands. A nearby picture of a smiling Tilla, Blitzo and Barbie
Wire with “Us” and a heart at the bottom was quickly engulfed in flames.
“MOMMA! M-MOOOM! NO, NO,
NO, NO, SHIT!”
Blitzo sobbed and
coughed as he moved ahead.
When the flames were
mostly put out, Blitzo could see the lifeless bodies of the circus horses…his
beloved animals he and Fizzarolli used to ride during their shows.
In the distance, nurses
and firefighter imps hurried to the scene. Fizzarolli was carefully placed on a
stretcher and whisked away to the hospital.
No sooner had Blitzo
turned around…
“ARRGH!”
His father slapped him
hard in the face.
Blitzo flinched away as
Cash Buckzo grabbed his collar, hard.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU
DO?!”
“Father, I-I didn’t do
anything!”
“LIES!” he bellowed,
fighting a stream of tears from his eyes. He jabbed his son hard in the chest.
“You started this fire! You killed my precious Tilla, you practically killed my
star imp and worst of all, my circus is ruined!”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I
SWEAR!”
“You’ve been a thorn in
my side since the very beginning! You really think you’re worthy enough to be
my son at this point? I taught you how to survive in this world, how to steal,
perform, and THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME?!”
“Y-you never cared about
me!” Blitzo squeaked. “You only care about yourself!”
“I care about this
greater family. And based on your reckless act, you obviously do not. And your
sister…you don’t give a fuck about her either?”
Blitzo glanced at a
shadow in the distance. A downcast Barbie Wire approaching; long curly black
horns with white stripes, worn striped dress, but luckily no burns.
Barbie Wire went over to
her father and sobbed into his arms. Cash Buckzo spoke lowly to her, then she,
too, glared at her brother.
“Y-you, you did this?”
“Barb, no, I didn’t! I
didn’t! It was an accident.”
“Where’s Momma?”
Blitzo stared sadly at
his feet.
Barbie Wire seethed and
leaned toward his face.
“WHERE IS SHE?!”
“G-g-gone,” Blitzo
stuttered, his voice cracking. “I tried to save her…”
“But you didn’t!”
Barbie Wire sighed. She
turned to her father.
“What do we do, now?”
Cash Buckzo sighed. “Check
on Fizz, rebuild from scratch. Try to impress Mammon enough to maybe get a
stable budget. You’ll be my new star. Your brother…is no longer welcome here.”
“What?!” Blitzo cried.
Cash Buckzo whirled
around.
“YOU HEARD ME, YOU SISSY
EXCUSE OF A SON! You are no longer welcome in this circus, this family. Leave
us.”
Blitzo hesitated.
Cash Buckzo growled,
“NOW!” He turned around and angrily stomped away.
Barbie Wire wiped her
eyes with her arm and began to turn around.
Blitzo reached out to
her in desperation.
“Barbie, please, I’m
sorry. Please don’t leave…”
“I don’t wanna see you
again…ever.” Her voice cracked. “I…I have to stay with Dad. Goodbye, brother.”
Blitzo slumped in defeat
and fell to his knees under the darkened sky. The figures of his father and
sister faded into the distance.
At the hospital, Blitzo
saw Fizzarolli resting in his bed, covered with bandages from head to toe.
“He’s still
alive…barely,” a doctor mentioned.
“Oh thank, Satan,” Cash
Buckzo sighed. “Hopefully he should be back on stage in a few months.”
Blitzo rushed over
toward his friend.
Cash Buckzo blocked his
way with a glare.
“I told you that you are
no longer welcome here.”
“Father, please, let me
see him, just a few minutes!”
“Let the gem of my
business meet with reckless scum like you? Out of the question.”
“He’s my friend!”
“Not anymore. You’ll
never see him again under my watch!”
Cash Buckzo snapped his
fingers. Blitzo struggled in vain as two imp doctors led him out of the room.
“Fizz! Fizz, No! Let go
of me!”
Blitzo’s thoughts
pounded in his head:
“Your poor sister…look where she ended up
because of you. You took away her home…her future…and her family.”
Barbie Wire had been
reduced to a drug addict. A rehab patient. A drug trafficker and a groomer of a
human male teen.
She had all been a
forgotten character.
“BARBIE?!”
“BLITZ?!”
Barbie Wire’s fuming
face appeared as another memory surfaced.
“What the fuck are you
doing here, shithead?” she snapped.
“I should be asking you
the same thing!” cried Blitzo. “You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no
note…and I have to track you down to this shithole with...who the fuck is
this?”
She shoved Jimmy aside.
“No one…he works for me.
And who’s the little twink here?”
Blitzo glanced at
Moxxie. “No one. He works for me.”
“Sir! That guy’s the
target!” Moxxie exclaimed.
“Oh shit, Barb! Looks
like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble.”
“The fuck are you
talking about?”
“He killed our client,
and now our client wants to kill him back.”
“You fucking WHAT?!”
Barbie Wire glared at Jimmy.
“He found out about your
drugs.”
“I don’t want to fucking
hear it, kid.” She glared at her brother. “Look, you’re not killing my
supplier.”
“Oh fuck, supplier of
what? You’re not back on that H-8, are you?”
“FUCK NO! It’s just
heroin!”
“Oh, thank Satan! So now
you’re peddling heroin? What’s the point? That shit barely gets rid of a
headache!”
“It’s honest work, okay?
And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible.”
“So you teamed up with
genius here, because?” Moxxie asked.
Barbie Wire smirked. “Do you have any idea how
easy teenage humans are to manipulate?”
“Hey! No, I’m not!”
Jimmy protested.
Barbie Wire wiggled her
butt at him. “Oh Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up deez
dwuggie-wuggies for me?”
“Heh. Sure Barb,
whatever you say.”
“Sir…I’ve spent a week
on this, I’m finishing it, one way or another,” Moxxie waved his knife.
“Don’t you dare!” Barbie
Wire growled. “Come on, Blitzo! Haven’t you fucked my life enough already?!”
After a long fight in
the boathouse, a rocket smashed through the window and exploded against Jimmy’s
head, raining blood onto Blitzo, Moxxie, and Barbie Wire.
“SATAN FUCKING DAMMIT!”
Barbie Wire yelled. “Thanks a lot, Blitzo, I’m out of a job! FUCK!” She stomped
away.
“Barb, wait! I want to
help you! Let me help you. Please? You’re clean now, right? Let’s…grab dinner,
we’ll catch up and we’ll talk about…”
Barbie Wire laughed
forcefully. “You don’t fucking GET IT!”
She got into his face. “Just
cause I’m outta rehab doesn’t mean I wanna see you.” She jabbed a finger into
his chest. “I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU EVER!”
She created a portal
with her Asmodean crystal on her wrist.
“Next time you wanna
find me Blitzo…DON’T!”
She vanished back to the
Sloth Ring.
Blitzo choked and sobbed
as hot red blood raced down his arm. He felt a searing pain in his shoulder. He
looked around, but no one was there.
He blinked several
times, breath shaking…
…and cried out as the
red blood turned black.
The movie theater came
back into focus…
…and Rolando was sinking
his teeth deep into his shoulder.
“NO! STOP! LET ME GO!”
Rolando looked up with
an evil grin, licking the black blood around his lips. “Oh sorry,” he mocked.
“Your despair was so delicious, so I had to start feeding on you. You barely
noticed, poor thing…”
“Blitz?!” called a voice from outside. It was Millie.
She raced over to the unconscious Blitzo. “Blitz!”
“Looks like someone’s
trying to ruin our good time,” Rolando mused next to him. He briefly stroked
Blitzo’s chin with a claw before morphing into liquid shadow and
rematerializing in front of the screen.
“That was a nice
heart to heart you had earlier.” He looked back at Blitzo with a mischievous
grin. “Be a shame if you ruined it like
you always do.”
He turned into liquid
again and black waves washed over the seats. Fog obscured the screen and cold
black liquid crept up Blitzo’s body. He felt like he was suffocating, his eyes
getting heavy…
…the pressure making him
surrender…
“Blitz, are you okay?!”
No sooner had Millie
gotten her words out when Blitzo’s arm landed a hard punch to her face of its
own accord. He felt like a puppet with invisible strings controlling his body.
Millie rubbed her face
with a hand, sitting against the pillar she had crashed into. She looked up in
fear as a shadow rose over her. Blitzo’s upper half rose up solely like a
zombie. His eyes were yellow and blank, his teeth abnormally sharp. Even his
tongue had turned an unnatural shade of yellow-green.
Rolando’s distorted
voice vibrated eerily from Blitzo’s throat.
“Oh, the filthy little
Wrathian wants to help!”
Millie darted out of the
way before Rolando crashed Blitzo’s head into the pillar where she had been
moments before. Blitzo’s head cocked to the side as he looked at her.
“You can’t help anyone,
you’re just the muscle, remember? It’s all you and your imp kind are good for.
You said it yourself.”
Possessed Blitzo raced
forward to attack.
Millie stepped back and
avoided his quick jabs.
“I’m in his mind, bitch!
I see everything!”
He wrapped Blitzo’s tail
around her, tossing her to the ground. He hoisted himself upside down with a
grin, Millie barely avoiding his foot which crashed into the ground.
“Every thought, every
opinion, and boy…does he have some nasty shit to say about you!”
He grabbed her wrists
and twirled her around in a dance. He headbutted her hard, laughing as she
stumbled backwards.
Before Millie knew it,
Rolando had grabbed her wrist again and tossed her over the pool, where she
slid to a stop on the floor on her back. She flinched at the pain, trying to
stand up.
Rolando posed with a
grin and a hand under his chin.
“NO! STOP!” Blitzo
cried, tears falling down his face in his seat.
“Your level of
insecurity is intoxicating,” Rolando mused, licking his lips. “I can’t wait to
see how you taste when you drive away the one person left who puts up with your
bullshit.”
Rolando controlled
Blitzo’s body again, diving under the water and leaping into the air with
gaping jaws.
“He thinks you’re a
brute!”
Rolando smashed Millie
into another pillar.
“Too stupid to do
anything but kill!”
He spun around another
pillar and leaped toward her, his feet extended. She blocked his attack with
her arm.
“You never should’ve
left the farm!” Rolando added, leaping forward, Millie
avoiding him.
Millie kept blocking his
attacks with her arms in front of her. Rolando kept swinging Blitzo’s fists.
“You’re nothing but a
backwards, filthy, inbred, lowborn fucking hick!”
“Ya done?” Millie asked,
grinning, holding his fist with her hand.
Rolando paused.
“No…”
He glanced at Blitzo’s shoulder,
and a slow evil smile appeared.
“…but I think your boss
may be.”
Back in Blitzo’s mind
theater, Rolando bit down into Blitzo’s neck, hard. A sickening crunch was
followed by Blitzo’s pained cries.
Millie stepped back and
gasped. Black blood trailed down from Blitzo’s shoulder and neck from wounds
slowly appearing on his possessed body.
“Ohh, I don’t think
little ‘Bethany’ can last much longer in his head. When someone sees their
memories too long…”
Rolando chuckled darkly
as Millie kicked him, tripping him onto the floor.
Millie landed more
punches, which Rolando blocked.
“…that’s when I drain
them dry!”
“GET OUT OF HIM RIGHT
NOW!” Millie fumed, teeth bared, eyes wide. She snarled and punched him hard in
the gut several times.
“Blitz can handle this,
combover!” Millie yelled, punching him again. She slammed Rolando into the
wall, landing a deep hit to his stomach. He groaned.
“Nobody cares about you
or what you want. They’re too caught up in their own misery to even remember
you exist.”
“Buckle up, buttercup!”
she barked, slapping him in the face. “Your words don’t mean shit to me!”
After several more hits,
Rolando slid to the floor.
Millie raised another
fist, and Rolando moved to the side. Millie kept going.
“I’M GONNA BEAT YOU
OUTTA HIM YOU FISH-FACED SHITBAG!”
More wounds appeared on
Blitzo’s body. Millie’s arms trembled and she froze.
Rolando breathed
heavily, cracking Blitzo’s neck. “Are you sure you want to hurt him more now?
Even if you get me out…he probably won’t stand a chance.”
Blitzo sobbed some more
as more memories flashed before him…
Robo Fizz mocking him in
Loo-Loo Land…
Verosika Mayday breaking
up with him after he had stolen her credit card and her glaring at him at
Ozzie’s…
Moxxie and Millie
kissing on Earth, making Blitzo feel left out…
Loona growling at him at
the beach and on Earth after finding Octavia…
Stolas handing him the
Asmodean crystal, walking back up the stairs to his palace, signifying their
breakup…
Blitzo moving his hand
away from Stolas at Ozzie’s…
Stolas and a male pink
incubus tongue kissing at the anti-Blitzo party…
Stolas, Verosika and
Vortex singing about how they hated him…
Stolas sobbing at the
party…
Millie berating him for
his costume and behavior…
Rolando pounded thoughts
into his head that hurt about as much as the wounds…
“You’re a sad little imp
boy craving attention when you only deserve the worst kind…”
“You ruined your
sister’s life and your best friend…”
“Stolas would never come
back to see a riffraff thief such as you…”
“Loona and your
co-workers don’t care about you…”
“You make everyone’s
lives worse!”
“What would Tilla think
of you now?!”
“NOOOO!”
Soon, Blitzo couldn’t
tell whether the thoughts were Rolando’s or his own. His vision blurred through
his tears as Rolando chewed into his chest and lapped eagerly at his blood.
“SNAP OUT OF IT, BLITZ!”
Millie pleaded. She had to get Rolando out of Blitzo…fast.
Millie lifted Rolando up
and slammed him hard to the ground. He lifted his head, but Millie landed a
mighty kick to his chin. He fell backwards and hit his head. Blitzo’s head hung
over the side of the pool. Rolando poured out from Blitzo’s mouth in black
liquid, disappearing into the water.
Blitzo groaned and
opened his eyes. He sat up.
“Ugh, good work, Mils.”
Millie accidentally
punched him in the face.
“Oh-ho! AH FUCK! IT’S
ME!” Blitzo glared.
Millie covered her
mouth. “Oh! Shit, sorry!” She chuckled and leaned down beside him. “Good to
have you back, boss.”
Blitzo suddenly screamed
as clawed arms pulled him backwards into the water.
“BLITZ!” Millie cried, diving in after him. She kicked
Rolando away and grabbed hold of Blitzo and reached the surface, steading him
upright.
Holding Blitzo with one
arm, she swam as fast as she could over to the step ladder on the side of the
pool.
Rolando rose up
menacingly into the air and hovered over onto the floor.
Another sinister smirk
crawled up his face as he noticed Blitzo’s ghostfucker device off to the side. The
device hovered a few inches in the air and moved to a stop by his feet.
Realization came to
Millie’s wide eyes, and she swam at full speed, dragging the semi-conscious
Blitzo with her.
Rolando kicked the
ghostfucker device in and electricity raced across the water.
Blitzo and Millie
screamed as the electricity raced through their bodies. Black blood oozed from
their eyes and their heads reared back.
Their screams soon
ceased and with a sickening finality, their bodies sank to the bottom of the
pool.
Rolando’s grinning
reflection swayed in the water. He leaned his head back and bellowed out
malevolent laughter.
“THE TIDES HAVE TURNED
ON YOU, LITTLE RED FUCKS!”
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