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Blitz didn’t slow down, he didn’t turn back, he went straight through the door slamming it behind him with such force. He stumbled down the front stoop stairs on his way to the I.M.P. van parked in front of Stolas’s Manor.
All the while he mumbled just audibly enough that if the stupid Goetian dork thought to follow him, he’d sure get an earful. “He thinks he can do better than me , huh? I’d like to fucking see him try.”
Blitz jerked his door open and clambered up into the seat, slamming his door hard enough to rattle the bottles and cans spread throughout the floorboards of his van.
“Cheating little whore ,” He punched as his voice shifted to a terrible imitation of Stolas, “ I’ll just bone down with Angel Dust – Fucking scrawny twink-ass-bitch.”
Fuming, Blitz sat there, grinding his palms against the steering wheel as he seethed. As the fire inside of him burned out, a tiny hope dwell in the back of his mind that Stolas would appear at the door, open it in an attempt to bring him back or at the very least show himself at the window to check on his little fucktoy.
“Oh no, my little red cocksleeve is angry at me,” Blitz bitched with another terrible imitation of Stolas.
Several minutes ticked by and still no Stolas. As a sadness welled inside of him, he poured the gasoline of his frustration over his demeanor and let his rage light it ablaze again.
“Blitz, you fucking twats. Of-fucking-course he won’t come to check on you because he didn’t hear the goddamned-”
Slamming his keys into the ignition, he cranked the engine until it turned over. Like a maniac, he hammered the clutch into gear and peeled away from the front of the manor. The little imp in the security box barely got the iron rod gates open before the I.M.P. van came barreling through with Blitz maniacal laughter chased after him. The van skidded a hard left onto the small byway, hauling ass back towards Imp City.
A few miles spread between Blitz and Stolas before his laughter died out into a chiding roar of triumph, “Yeah, Stolas, how do you like that shit?”
Blitz snickered to himself; any second now, he’d see that big stupid bird come to the window to see – Blitz slammed on the brakes, fishtailing the van, until he pulled it back into control on the shoulder of the road and put it into park.
There wouldn’t be a Stolas staring at him from out his front window, so he could smile back smugly, because like an ignorant dipship, he’d driven off.
“Fuck me!” Blitz yelled and punched the steering wheel, feeling the rage draining away.
Once it was fully gone, he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. They burned as poured down his cheeks only to commit suicide in his tacky jacket wrapped around him. Thank god the fabric was black and would hide the shame of crying over that piece of shit – wonderful stuffy chicken.
“Why does he always have to be so fucking smug, like he’s doing me a favor by being with me?” Blitz growled
Squeezing his eyes shut so tightly that it filled his vision with bright white. Blitz hoped he could just blink the emotion away and forget about the prince, meanwhile a familiar voice echoed in the back of his head.
“Why can’t I just let him in?” It was a wonderful, soft, yet raspy voice that he’d loved once – or maybe still did, someone that he’d hurt so terribly.
**
In the deep white behind his eyes, he’d heard Fizzarolli’s voice and how excited he was to have gotten the summons letter from the one and only Mammon, his idol for as long as he’d known the lovely little clown. This was his dream, his big chance at fame and glory. It was everything he wanted. It was all reflected in his beautiful face and it left Blitzo speechless.
“That’s great,” he’d said, forcing the snark out of his voice.
“It really is,” Fizz had said, doing a little turn as he hugged the letter to his chest.
“When do you leave?” Blitzo asked, shuffling his feet.
“Monday night, after my eighteenth birthday. He’ll be sending a limo around.” Fizz said.
“Monday? That’s really soon,” Blitzo almost lost control of his voice.
“Not soon enough,” Fizz laughed. “I’m ready to make a name for myself.”
Blitzo wanted to believe that the words were spoken out of excitement and not in the guise of a poisoned arrow aimed right for his heart. It still stung.
For the next week, Blitzo spent so much time thinking of a way to ask him to stay. To tell Fizz exactly how he felt about him and how much he needed him to stay or at least needed for him to stay with him. Blitzo just had to tell him that he loved him and hoped that Fizz would choose him over Mammon.
Working up the courage to come out and say it wasn’t enough, he wasn’t strong enough for that kind of confession, so he set pen to paper. Not an easy task either, but Blitzo worked hard on it, putting every ounce of soul that he could into the letter. That Sunday, the day before Fizz was destined to leave, probably forever, Blitzo stole a rose from Naughty Nelly’s kissing booth and nervously went to see Fizz at his birthday party.
It was an easy mission. Just pull him away from the party long enough to give him the note and rose. Knowing Fizz, he’d ask what it was all about, and Blitzo would simply say, ‘read it’. It was so simple, Blitzo assured himself as he pulled back the worn flap of the tent and was assaulted by laughter and merriment. At the center of it all was his shining light. The beacon that was there to save him from fucking up everything too badly, because it didn’t matter if no one loved him as long as Fizz always did.
Blitzo’s breath was stolen the second the little minx turned his wide eyes to him, even more so by the teasing flittering of his fingers and the warm smile spreading across his face. It all came into perspective in the next heartbeat. How could he say he loved Fizz while in the next breath try to take his dream away from him? The little clown had worked so hard to make it, tirelessly perfecting every part of himself for this one thing. Just how selfish was he?
Blitzo turned away, shoving his way past someone he'd not seen until it was too late. Then everything ignited in a burst of heat and a roar of green.
The cry of a voice, so close, damned him-
**
“You selfish fuck, turn your brights off.”
A gravelly female screamed at him as a pair of headlights roared past him. Snapping out of his mental anguish. His heart hammered against his ribcage, crackling the tinnitus in his ears. Snapping around to see who had yelled at him, but they’d already disappeared around the bend. After that, he settled into his seat to collect himself.
It took a full minute for Blitz to pull himself together before he could move. Lighting a cigarette, he took a long drag, letting the smoke roll up past him and out the window and with it, the last of his anxiety.
“Fuck this shit,” he sighed, slamming the van back into gear. “I needa fucking drink.”
There was a heavy jar in the van before it tore away from the shoulder of the road, cutting someone off in the process. Behind him, he could hear someone slamming on their brakes and their horn in the next beat. Blitz simply shoved his hand out the window and flipped the driver the bird.
“Kiss my ass, maggot,” he yelled, “I’m fucking sad and I’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.”