Chapter 119

Let's giddy up to the story.

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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments, bad flirts and needles.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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"What?"

Striker smiles up at Moxxie on the rock. The ashes and dirt began to sweat down to the rest of his face when he took the bandana off. Eyes stayed focused on them. "Now Critter I can explain. So, why don't you come down-"

"Explain! Stella hired you to kill me!" Stolas yelled and wondered if it was just pain at his point keeping them awake.

"Well, now she wants you alive. Pity actually." Glance back at the owl then back at Moxxie. Eyes glance rifle. Then back up at them. "Come on down. I'm not going to hurt you. "

"You hurt us dipshit! Fuck, my back!" Blitzo yelled across on the crumbling pieces of the statue. The pair trying to struggle out the rope. "You fucker! You were using us!"

"Now, now let's not jump to conclusions." Look all around carefully. "Sure, I may have gone overboard to hurt you two. But I'm just doing my job. You know that well Blitzy."

"Oh, don't you Blitzy me with that voice! By the way. What the fuck wrong with your voice?"

Motion the whole place. "Ashes, coal, and smoke. You put it together genius."

"Up your cowboy ass!" The boss scowled trying to sit up. Not going well for both of them. "You a double assassin?"

"More or less. I've been doing this kind of work a very, very long time. Experience so to speak."

"You can stick your experience down you-"

"Blitz not now!" Millie groans as she spits out blood. Look at Striker with anger along with slight hurt. "Were you after Stolas this whole time?"

"No. When I joined IMP, I did for extra cash along with get to be with Moxxie again. It seems like a swell gig. That was always going to be the case. Until, well certain unpredicted situation happened a few months ago. Count that day till two weeks ago the harlot wouldn't make up her mind to get rid of feathers here. So, I would say a bit of bonus as I got to watch him. Got to admit it took a lot of strong will and patience not to shoot from all the unwelcome visits."

"I wasn't going crazy then you did want to tear me to pieces." Stolas coughed a bit.

Got a small hum with a shrug. "What can I say? It's not like we needed you at IMP with that whole mess with the book. But no, you just wouldn't buzz off because of your infuriation with Boss. Of course, Boss man over did think with his dick too at times."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you. The last few months with you two going around in circles it was quite pathetic." Striker snarled as he shook his head. "We were doing fine without the Goetia but no. You just wouldn't shut up about it. Oh, should I call him? Oh, he sent me a text? Oh, here you answer this call."

"It's our damn business!" Blitzo and Stolas yelled at him together.

"You used us. We trusted you." Millie shouted back to get on track. While keeping an eye on Moxxie. Who was still frozen on the spot?

"No. I made sure this job on Stolas wouldn't come back to bite IMP ass. Every step to not make sure there no connection of the sort. But no what does he do instead. He calls Blitzy here to the rescue." Shook his head in disgust. "I would have expected you to call your legions. Or heck this Puppet. Hell, maybe a phone call to your kid is a last goodbye just in case. But no, you had to drag them here. You dragged my Critter in this mess."

"You're Critter?" Stolas repeated the word slightly confused.

"Sound like possessive ass boyfriend." Blitzo snorted.

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"HOLY POOP DECK! ARE YOU TWO DATING?"

"Ding. Ding. You figured it out." A slow clap.

"Mox!" Millie looked back at Moxxie. Just with a startled shock look. Blitzo, Stolas having a similar expression with their mouth opens. It began to slowly click to Millie how the past few months were like. How the pair would stay in Striker room longer. "Grrr! I'm now seeing the signs! Come on!"

"What the fuck? Why didn't you say something Mox?"

Moxxie glance slightly at the ground.

"Now don't be angry or upset with Critter. We both wanted to keep this on the low down until we were ready. It's our business. Right now, isn't the time or place to discuss it." Tail reaches out the pluck the knife off the ground. "Right now, we're going to discuss how we are going to not say a thing. While I delivered the Prince here back to his wife."

"What?"

"Hold up! You just going to give him back?"

"I'm still getting the money. What happens between these royals is not my business anymore. I get paid. Will forget all this happened."

"Tell that to our aching bones! Gah! I'm so firing your ass?"

"Because I kick your ass? Get gripped Blitzo. How is this job any different with those humans?"

Blitzo opened his mouth. Then close it. Open his mouth again. "Well Stolas isn't a human!"

"No, duh."

"He is a royal! We will be in deep shit!"

"Not if nobody opens their mouth. Unless he drags us down with him."

"He has Octavia."

Striker spun around to see Moxxie jump on the ground. Right by the rifle but didn't pick it up. Look at their face to try to pick up what they are thinking.

"Striker let's just get Stolas to a hospital. We can all figure this out."

"What."

The shorter one slightly tenses up at the tone. Right now, their minds are all over the place. Try to stay focused on one thing at a time. Usually good at that. Heck, they are practically masters at it.

But this.

This is taking them off guard.

"Let's bring Stolas to Sloth. We can make up some story that something happens to well whoever the assassin was. Do they know what you look like?"

"No."

"Then we can use that. We can say he got killed. Or was thrown in that lava stream right there. You can help Stolas out with this whole divorce mess and then-"

"That money I was going to be paid for was going to be use for us."

Moxxie froze, not able to let out a word.

"This with Stolas. Yes, I don't like him. I don't like any of these rotten royals who look down on us. I don't like being hired for them but I have to bite my tongue down. To not strike but wait. Wait. Wait. Oh, the wait for this one was driving me mad. Only thing good coming out this was being with you." Striker took a few deep breaths swiping the dirt off their face. "These nobles will find a way to bring it back us. Were lucky they never notice or give a shit IMP had the book before. One the issues off our backs."

"You don't know that-"

"Us three, besides maybe Blitzo, mean nothing to him." Point at Stolas glaring at him with a slight craze look. "We're just wasting space for them to get rid of. Servants. Pets. Street rats to them and everyone else here in Hell!"

Stolas gritted his beak together and let out an unpleasant hoot. "I don't have to explain anything to you. I'm not the one about to kill and transfer the other for money!"

"You never lived in poverty! You never have to go through poverty, hunger and hope you got enough money left to have a damn roof over your head. To survive! To get everything ripped away from you because you think you can get away with it. Because you see us as nothing! You think your life is in danger twenty-four seven! So, it is ours to survive! So, I don't want to hear it from someone who still has everything on the tip of their fingers!" Striker tail slammed on the ground and pants as he is shaken a bit now.

An eerie silence in the volcano.

Blitzo, Millie head down a bit. Not able to make a comeback right now. The pair dealt with their own share of survival, along with money being very tight. Ripped away in certain area.

"It's not my fault you can't do anything to change it, Outlaw."

A long silence stretched the cavern.

"You know what," Striker let loose a small cold chuckle, "change of a few plans."

"Striker," Moxxie took a step towards him. "Don't look, just stop this. I don't care about the money. We can. We can just do with what we got. Everything is going to be fine with us now. Remember we are talking about plans. Let's just take them to a hospital. We can drop them off. If you want to leave Pride. We can leave Pride together and come back here in Wrath."

Please, please, please listen to me. Please, I can't let any of them lose something they have to go back to. I don't want to hurt you. Please, for fuck's sake don't put me in this damn position. Let all of us be happy. Let me be happy.

I... I'm so tired.

"Moxxie stay right there."

Moxxie on the spot.

"I want you to do something for me."

"Striker-"

Striker whipped out the holy rifle fast towards Stolas. While a familiar flintlock was pointed on the other side where Blitzo was at.

"You get to pick," Lift their head up with their eyes shining brightly with a big smile, "Who gets to be the one to go to the hospital."

"Are you fucken kidding me?"

"Striker stop it! Don't do this to them!"

"Coward!"

"No, no, no. Moxxie and I are a team. We do things together," Tilt his head at the frozen, wide eye expression of Moxxie. "You got that book on you. I know you do. Can whip it out fast to take one of the two to the hospital. So, which father will it be to go back to their kid? Octavia will be possible lucky to see her father once I bring him back to a shrewd of a wife. If the blood loss doesn't kick in soon. Loona hmm maybe Blitzo pulls out surprises so it might be a miracle. But he might roll in the lava stream or not. Yet, you'll able to take both of them together at the hospital. Two for one deal."

"Striker stop it!" Millie rage in her voice as she tried to cut through the rope. Sees Blitzo just frozen in shock. "For Wrath's sake knock it off!"

"You're disgusting." Stolas hoots angrily.

"Same with that mouth of yours." Striker hissed back.

"Or,"

((WARNING TRIGGER))

Click.

"How about this for a third option." Moxxie held a sad gaze. A blessed pistol slides out their sleeves. The barrel underneath their own chin.

All four demons' eyes flashed in horror.

"Mox put the damn gun now."

"Shit, shit, shit! Moxxie fuck sake!"

"Don't! No!"

"No. No. Moxxie put that gun down!"

"I'm a coward. I don't want to hurt anyone unless I really had to save another. I just want things what they were before and want we talked about." Step backwards when Striker took a step forward. A small warning clicks.

"I-It can be. Critter just drops the gun. We can talk about this-"

RING!

Striker tail grabs the burner phone and throws it to a rock. Inside his mind going nuts. This shouldn't be happening. He didn't want to believe it. That Moxxie would hurt themselves. Until he sees the look of their eyes.

A deep tired of emptiness.

Lack of care.

Fatigue

Pink.

What?

"I'm sorry I'm putting you through this."

"No! Will you shut up! Don't your fucken dare say you're sorry! Fuck, Moxxie look at my face now!" Their pupils looking at their own. Why the fuck are their eyes like that?

"But hey if I hurt myself then the others will be safe. Right?" A happy yet sadden smile shown.

His mom smile that looks like that when she died in his arms.

What are you going to do?

The hybrid stays frozen on the spot as he tries to make a plan. None of this should have happened. Why did they have to come here? Why are they doing this? He is doing this for both of them. Nobody will miss the damn royal besides his kid and whatever they have with Blitzo. It should have been an easy choice.

Then why are you making them choose? Have you lost so much of your damn mind to make them choose this? Add another crack to your plan that coming out of control?

No, he just-

You're just like him.

Both the guns dropped on the ground.

No.

He is not like that backstabbing bastered.

Yet.

He clenched his fists up tightly as his tail started to rattle uncontrollably. His eyes went straight towards Stolas will pure malice.

Next, the thing everyone knows Striker on top of the owl. Began to punch him viciously. Stolas let out a cry of pain.

Just die.

Just die.

Just die.

Just die.

Just die and leave us the fuck alone!

Another fist raised up about to striker down.

Until pressure on the side forces them off. Two bodies began to roll around the ground. Each impact made them miss a stream as they jump over. Striker was soon on their back of his body. His back felt worse from the attack Millie had down. He was grabbed tightly, and can feel the other tail wrapped around his legs with parts of his tail. He let out a growl as parts of his tail slammed into the ground. Ready to smack the one offs him. But then he sees who it was staring at their horns. Face pressed against their neck.

"I got you."

A small hand went to their head and started to massage them. He let out ragged breaths as the familiar sensation took over. Their tails began to lose their energy. He just felt mental, physical exhaustion.

He wants to rest but can't right now.

A bruised-up eye swelled open. The pain was there. Oh, won't be gone for a while. They want to sleep but can't. Got to stay awake. Got to do something. Even just use their beak, or their uninjured leg, or-

Orange and black colors began to show up in their sight.

Why do they feel better?

"Wake up."

Red eyes blink as they looked up at the sight. Striker stares down at them with silent hatred. One arm wrapped around Moxxie tightly in their chest. The tail holding up IMP book as it glowed orange, black. Just like the same magic that came off their palm.

"Your shoulder healed up. "Toss the book at the direction by Millie, Blitzo direction.

"Why?" Then realizes there is no burning pain on their shoulders anymore. Their legs are still not better yet, they would rather deal with a broken bone than a holy weapon. He looked at Moxxie back. Just clinging on to them. "What are you-"

"I'm only did this for Critter sake from pulling that crap on them. Lie or bullshit to the others how you all escaped. But if you call someone after me. I will finish what I started." Striker snarled down at him.

"Striker. Stop, please."

The assassin closed their eyes as they took a low breath. Tuck their head back against them. Just need to go get Bombproof and leave. Look back at Blitzo, Millie. "I got to admit you two are good. All this wasn't personal or business. If you believe me or not."

"Where you taking Moxxie?" Millie tail grabbed the book.

"Not telling you were going but not permanent."

"Striker, don't you run away!"

"I'm not. I'm just taking care of what I find important right no-"

"EVERYONE DOWN NOW!"

Eyes looked at the entrance of the hole that IMP van made. It was imp in western gears riding horses. Then they began to leap out on railroad tracks to slide down.

It was a mess!

"Who the fuck are these losers with the horses?" Blitzo demanded as he watched them. Eyes went huge as one came down in front of them. The Rider gets off to help them take the rope off.

"I don't know?!" Millie was stunned at what was going on. Her tail grabbed the book so the other won't grab it.

Stolas wide as he watches a pair of hell horses already in front of Stolas, in a guard pose as their weapons pointed at Striker.

"Who the fuck are yoOUCH! WATCH IT!"

Striker snarled as a lasso grabs his neck. Slip a hand through to not choke. He slashed out to anyone who gets in his way. This can't be happening. How the fuck? Why this damn group? Then he was grabbed from behind in a chokehold. No! Then he felt Moxxie was ripped out their arms.

"OH-"

"-SHIT-"

"-COVER YOUR-"

"-EARS!"

SCREECH!

The whole cavern was shaking. Somehow everyone dodged as rocks were coming down, or lava bubbles exploded to hit the grounds.

A rope was put around their mouth and tug harshly. The exhausted now feral imp snarled as they bit down on the rope in the hold. Try to kick whoever was behind. Let them go!

"Easy, easy Moxxie. Calm down."

Medea?

What is he doing here?

Moxxie snarled lowly till their eyes went to Striker. Held down on the ground by three imps. Eyes went wide behind the glasses. A worried sound began to slip out from the rope. They need help.

"Sshh, sshh everything will be all right Moxxie. Just trust me. Striker and everyone will be safe." Medea whispered as they held the struggling feral imp close with one another. Desperate sounds to try and reach him.

Striker growls as he tries to get away. Eyes pick up badges on certain parts of their outfits. A pentagram with a W in the middle.

Why them?

Is it because of Stolas?

Then eyes lock on Medea, with another imp holding Moxxie back. A rope in their mouth that stops the screeching. Their eyes not leaving their own. The hybrid snarled as he bit one of their arms. His tail wrapped one midriff to throw them off him. Just get out. Get to Moxxie no-

Pain.

Then darkness took over.

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Done!

Well....What do you all think? *Shield up*

Moxxie yeah, they aren't in a safe head space right now.

How is Blitzo, Millie feeling besides their body in pain?

Stolas you got lucky the shoulder healed.

What about Striker? What will happen now?

Why is Medea there?

Who are these Imps with a Pentagram W badge?

How much will the hospital bill cost?

What pink did Striker see in Moxxie eyes?

What is going to happen?

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye.