Chapter 136

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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 and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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"Bombproof is healthy. No issues. Should change up the feed to be less but all and all they're doing tremendous."

"How many he traumatized?"

"Three of our helpers in the med bay."

"Huh. Would have thought the number went up." Moxxie signing the papers while paying for the checkup. Along with extra for the trauma the three were put under. Striker, bandana back up, behind them getting Bombproof out the gate.

Soon, the three of them left together.

"How much time?"

"Forty-five minutes?" Striker holding his friend reign. Pet the horse as they nip him. "You're not getting anything from me."

Bombproof neighs as he stomps the ground.

"Yes, I'm so cruel." Pat their nose.

Moxxie watches the pair interact together. Even after not seeing each other for a while. The pair just clicks together. Pair of best friends and teammates.

They wish Striker could take Bombproof back with them. Have a sense of familiarity again. Like before. But their talk in the shed revealed Striker can't bring Bombproof with him. At least right not right now.

"Hey Rattles."

"Yeah?"

"Got time to do some horseback riding?" See their eyes lit up.

It was so natural for Striker to get on Bombproof. Bombproof neighs in excitement as he starts to just galloped around the open area as they leave the town. Moxxie watches the pair enjoy their time together.

Before he leaves again.

Head down a bit at that reminder. The two of them are not sure when they'll meet. Along with safety. It was a bit ridiculous in Moxxie opinion but didn't want to push to aggravate them. A portal risky plus doesn't trust this Butcher if they saw them do that. Question after question forming in their head.

Doubts cross their mind if this relationship of theirs can hold off being separated.

What will the others think if they find out about Striker.

What Stolas will feel to learn that 'Outlaw' technically not dead.

Oh, crud when Maria finds out. Shit he going to flip and probably will kill Striker.

"Critter!"

Look up to see Bombproof galloping over. Their eyes widen as they watch Striker lean out to grab them off their hooves. Easily pull themselves back up to place Moxxie in front of him on the saddle.

"Great getting kidnapped by a bandit."

"Call it a joyride from Wrath number one assassin."

"Number one with short range weapon."

"Oh, I'm going to miss that smartass mouth of yours." Pull their bandana down. A big smile on their face. The gold tooth glistens.

Moxxie gaze softened staring up at the smile. Along with ignoring their face heating up from the comment. "Going to lead the way out of here cowboy."

"Of course." Striker keeps Moxxie close to their chest and snap the reigns.

Bombproof kicked into a gallop.

The rhythm of the horse's movement was soothing. Then the speed picked up in a rush on the dusty trails. Soon, it felt like it was just the three of them in the landscape. This rugged beauty of nature may be dismissed unless you actually understand the home you live in.

A few volcanic mountains that are far away in distance. The orbs burning brightly above a few of those volcanoes. But it can't compete with the sun.

If you can find said 'sun' in this hellish fire land.

One moment it was morning and the sky was a warm pale orange glow. Time passing as afternoon hits to see the orange turning into a pinkish-red hue.

Out of all the rings Wrath skies could be hated at. Not because it ugly but it different. While all the other rings have that one color that tones just change from morning to night. Special occasions can turn into other colors depending on the event. Wrath skies can be many colors that mix in the orange. Natural to a degree. If sinners would could see it besides photos or social live fees. It is the closest thing they can remember back in the living world. Another thing to add to their list of hatred, jealousy and possibly longing of sorts that hellborns have. Next, would-be Glutton skies and Lust night rainy blue skies.

Deadly but a beautiful sight.

Just like fire.

Fire that is free and open all around. Untamed. Wild.

The three of them just free together.

Bombproof moves up a trail that was going up a hill. Faster and faster the huge horse goes. Until they began to slow down in the galloped approaching trees that are native in the area.

Learn to adapt to the heat. It even became food to certain wildlife. On a few occasions even wildlife using them as homes. Oddly resilient to hell tornados. At least the wood. Now only they can get them to stop bleeding. The goats don't seem to mind it if they sharpen their horns against it. Same with mountain lions' claws. The leaves look like a design of spider web. Either a winner or a loser out here.

"I remember this area. You brought us here when we snuck out. Blowup the wagon." Moxxie looked around and they observed the area. Relax against their chest.

"I didn't do that on purpose." Striker relaxed as well.

Moxxie blink when a photo was brought out in front of them.

"Here. I was going to give it back remember." Striker rests their chin on top of the head. Watch them take it back.

The imp stares at the non-prom photo. "But- "

"I can survive Critter. After all that kiss not going to leave my imagination for a very long time." He chuckles as they can picture them blushing behind that scarf.

"Fantasize way too much."

"I mean I bet you get some that hit you out of know where."

"Shut it." Put the photo inside their coat. Face was indeed heated up. Took that time to-Eyes then lit up.

Striker tilts their head as they watch them do magic. Look like it as they start to pull out a polaroid camera. It looks recognizable. "What you doing?"

"A new photo you can take with you duh." Look it over.

Should have seen that coming after they pulled it out. Fight of their own flushed look. A small cough to glance away. "So can you pull out just anything."

"No, only what I have stored in an inventory box."

"An inventory boxes?"

"Um you know those video games Blitz brought over to work." Mess with the camera bit. Should still have some film.

"Sadly yes."

"Remember how one them had a bag that had a lot of items inside it. Can use it or not."

"Yes." It clicked for them now. "My, my that's damn handy to use. Do you have limit?"

"Yes and no. That part gets complicated."

"Wait a minute. Have you been using this 'box' from missions all those times? When you carried so many weapons." Still remember that story about some rich guy they were trying to kill. Till some cartoon animals, and baby appeared.

"No. I just able to carry a lot of weapons on hand." Sees they are giving a long unblinking look. "Fine. I sort was able to get my coat to hold a certain number of weapons. But I still carry a lot physically on myself too."

"That explains so much now and I envy you so much."

"I can teach you when you get back."

"Teach me?" Blink in confusion as he watches them shrug.

"To make an inventory box." Blink up at them. "Madre can do one. It took a while but she was able to have like six items stored away. It's mostly like emergency stuff."

"But." Open their mouth. Close it. Just a bit shellshock with many other questions. "Critter. That's I don't think it is possible. I don't have magic. "

Moxxie rolled their eyes. "It's possible just takes a long time along with commitment. If yall can use Stolas spell book. You can do this."

It'll just be different.

"You would honesty teach me?"

"Yes." Head down a bit. "Was even thinking about the others as Puppet but..."

"Moxxie."

Glance up to receive a surprised kiss on the cheek.

"Better keep your word about teaching me this box." Striker grinned very big along with excitement.

"Right back at your word to coming back." An eye rolls. Glance back at the camera then look up at Striker. "Picture time."

"Look at you getting to like this." Wrap their arms around their body.

"Hush Rattles."

The camera picks up with strings to be moved back.

"I think that should be good."

Striker moves their hand up to lift their fingers. Slide the scarf down to see parts of Moxie bottom half of their face. Hand went back down. "Smile Critter."

"Same for the both of you."

Click.

Flash.

The film came out.

It was the three of them together. Moxxie wrote the date with the three initials.

Striker held the photo tightly as he was handed it over.

"It's time huh."

Close their eyes as he nods yes. He gets off the saddle to walk in front of Bombproof. Held and pet their face. Then put his forehead against their own. "I'll be back again soon buddy."

Bombproof let out a small grunt but nuzzled him back. Then pull away to nip their horn.

"Going to miss you jerk." Rolls his eyes but still pets their face. Glance to see Moxxie gets down.

The two look at each other.

Moxxie hand out to shake. Striker stares at the hand. Reach out to take it in a firm grip. Both of their grips firm. The two of partners, heck best friends even if they won't say it out loud, then hugged each other.

May look awkward to others with their heights. Along with just knowing how these two are about physical touch in general. But then would have told them to buzz off as it wasn't their business who they could hug.

Despite the uncertainty of when they would meet again. Going to make sure this wasn't going to be last one. Even if the thoughts were scary. The small doubt one of the other may lose feelings. How other emotions are dangerously possessive even if they know this is the best for right now. Worry about encounters they hope won't cross or challenge the other. Their embrace was tight yet tender.

"Rattle be safe you crazy bastered."

"Right back at you little Critter."

The two separated from the other. Moxxie stayed back holding Bombproof reign. Striker stared at the two as they walked backwards slowly. Until he has to turn themselves around.

He ran.

Moxxie eyes widen at how fast they seem to have gotten. Try to keep their eyes open. Then he they blink.

Striker had gone out of plain sight.

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Done!

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