Chapter 150

150 Chapters! Oh, my!

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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"YOU'RE WHAT?!"

Blitz wasn't sure what today was going to be like. Last week in general was just a riot mess with Fizz quitting for Mammon. Then Moxxie ditch to drink at Stolas mansion. A bit glad they did now after the talk with Stolas. Or maybe we should have kept them there to get it over and done.

AKA Stolas told him Striker was dead.

Well, back to the drawing board of the waiting list. Hell might as well just see a about drunk sex. Maybe it won't even be anything to begin with sexual or not because there will be a bigger issue. How to make sure their asses stay alive. Blitz doesn't believe Moxxie would kill them. Upset yes. Angry? Oh, big yes. A tough spot to think about.

Heck, today was like fuck it. He'll tell Moxxie in the office. Sure a few days passed. HE was even surprised to not even say anything the first day back at work. Nope. Mentally prepare himself. A lot of mental, mental preparation. Along with the book in the coat on hand to save his hide. Maybe comfort them in denial. No, what maybe should send a text to Stolas to maybe stay in another ring or space to hide. The two of them are just messengers. It's not like Stolas the one who killed their former ex-employee. Just knowing that secret on the other hand is different.

Fuck, he should have drag Stolas here to do this with him.

"I'm putting in my month notice to leave IMP."

He didn't even say anything! Didn't even call Moxxie in to a have a serious discussion. Instead, he was told this! Just out of know where.

"I um Moxxie haha you got me haha." Blitz laughs as he was sweating. "Got me really good. I understand a cruel joke or prank. Like let's face it you been part of a few. But I um- "

"Blitz I will still can be called on if you need weapons to be fixed and cleaned up on. I would advise to Bloody to see about a different deal. Or if there another to be hire- "

"Moxxie stop it this joke getting out of hand."

"-But you should still see about hiring for a- "

"Moxxie shut up!" Blitz slammed his fist down.

Moxxie stare at him.

"You're not. You can't. I. But, but." He is trying to comprehend all of this now. Moxxie going to leave IMP. They are going to lose them. "Is it payment? Look we can see about raises? Or is it your worry going back to the field since you been helping out Esme? Don't worry about it. Got plenty of suckers outside to be target practice and then- "

"Stop."

"No, you stop with this sick joke! For fuck's sake Moxxie where is all this coming from?"

Stare at him with the same expression as before. "I said a year. Remember."

"Seriously? You actually still, with that, you damn moron! So, what if you said a year! You're still here! You're still working for me! This company! Our family! In a job we all love! "

"When did I ever say I love this job?"

Open their mouth but shut it. Sure, he can recall Millie talking about loving this job. Even Sallie. Loona still has some vocal disdain but seems to be chilled when it is on the field. Esme is still here and getting around like she works here for years.

Still.

"No."

Raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to accept this." Turn away.

"I can still say I quite Blitz. I'm just trying to help. "

"No, you're not helping but making this, this worse! I you. I." Stood up fast as he began to pace back and forth. "No, this isn't supposed to happen! Things were getting better now with us!"

"Blitz- "

"Shut it. Just shut up." He took a few breaths. Then he looks at Moxxie. "Is it because of what happen last week?"

"No."

"Was is." Did he know? Did they actually stay back and listen to everything? "Is this about Striker?"

Moxxie sends a confused look. "Blitz. None of this has to do with any of yall personally. Even Rattles. I said a year. I want to leave. I don't want to keep doing this. "

"Bullshit! You expect me to believe you as an assassin still don't want to kill- "

"I was only now got this so-called title 'assassin' by working here." Moxxie was now getting slightly annoyed about all this but holding it back.

"Oh, please! Is this about a while back when I would be hard on you! Is that what it is? Not wanting to hear that again." He turns around to growl at him. He should be thinking more clearly but can't at the moment. "Well, sorry wanting to help you out with that!"

"What? No, that has not anything to do with that either. I know my limit. I don't need to be pushed."

They are fine at how much they can show. Along with annoyance when there were moments when Blitz thought he was right. Blitz does have a decent knowledge of weapons. Rat's sake the guy is smart in his own business way or a plan that shouldn't work sometimes. But Moxxie done this kind of work longer. Actually, was taught and learned. Nobody has any damn idea how much they can hold back. How much they blocked away for safety.

Even with their own magic.

"I don't want be pushed."

"What scared of listening to pointers and critiques?" Threw his arms up. "Grow up you will hear that in every business with this kind of work. Even if you went to another. Except their going to bitch, not care overworking yourself or got some dipshit of a boss."

"Says you."

"Excuse me?" Blitz eyes narrowed darkly with a growl. "Want to say that again?"

"Says you." Moxxie repeated back with a low growl. "You're the immature boss that had to get a few reality checks to run a business with my help."

"I didn't need your help!"

"I'm not getting it this. I'm leaving. It's happening."

"So, who is it? Which asshole was stupid enough to hire you! Maybe I should make a portfolio folder review to not hire the one with a conscious! Great shooter just makes sure the assassin sharpshooter fine with murer- "

Slam their first down really loud on the tables. Even the other person behind the door heard it. Along with the arguing that was happening inside.

"I'm not working for anyone. I'm not going to be an assassin. I don't want to be an assassin. Get that through that big damn head of yours." Moxxie clenched their first tighter into a ball. "I was hoping when I came here to tell you would listen. Hell, I was expecting some complaints but not this much- "

"Moxxie hold on- "

"-I was hoping even after this. Just, just to be friends. Well, clearly out the window only seeing me as just the gun and paper pusher."

"I mean you do work with guns- "

"The reason I agreed is because of a bill some prick of delivery guy sent. The first day you interviewed Millie. He gave it to me as I was coming off this floor. He was talking so much junk about you. How an Imp going to lose all this. How we can't run anything. Then I saw the bill itself."

"That's um illegal going through our shit." Blitz was now sweating as he began to really, really regret opening his mouth. He didn't want to hear what would come out.

"I'll admit I stayed here at the beginning for Millie. She loves this job Blitz so damn much. She gets to be herself. She has got to make a friend like you. Even somehow with Loona. Inside and out of the office. I stayed doing all this work. All this budgeting to make sure not just her, but you all well, will be stable when I leave. That's mean dealing with your so-called business etiquette boss skill as a boss, your lazy kid. "

"Don't bring Loona into this!"

"No, shut up!" Grit their teeth at Blitz shock look. Rarely tell anyone shut up. "You can do that for me from the times you told me to shut up. Or the times she told me to shut up and force to do her work. I had no choice or we would be in the red. Red every damn week either from paper work wrong or you're spending habits!"

"It's gotten better!"

"Only because I had to physically show you and closely screwed, we were! Even when Stolas was the sponsor!"

The others outside the office flinch.

Loona wanted to go in there so badly and just throttle Moxxie. She felt so damn embarrassed. Yes, she hated that shit work. Some of it she didn't understand. Even after Moxxie try to well help. Didn't care until there was that time phrase, she had to really do some secretarial work. Didn't even want to look at Esme to see what she possible think of her now.

Millie frowned in worry. Still mentally debating back and forth to go in there or not. She did feel responsible. Moxxie only agreed to work was for her, along with fix this up. Yes, she was worried when they would burn out with the whole Flaw work and IMP. It looks like it was going fine. A selfish part of her thought maybe eventually he could focus on IMP later on. They were as great in their skill as shooters. Team M&M to keep going forward.

Is she ready for that to end?

Moxxie sits down in the chair. Stare up at the ceiling with a tired expression. A few small breaths to keep it together. To not lose it. Too not just snap. To not be cruel. Blitz was just standing there behind his desk now with a wide eye look.

"Moxxie." Not sure what to say next.

Lift their head up to look at them. "I don't regret joining Blitz. I don't. I...I do see you as a friend I never expect to have. Done things I didn't expect to be involved in. Go on these missions. I just can't keep doing this to myself.."

Blitz is coming around the desk to get on a knee and take their hands. Face may look panic. Heck terrified. "Moxxie please I. Come on, let's talk about this. We. I. Sallie will be gone soon. We are this family of ours. What if Esme needs help? Or what if we need you back here now with loads of clients? Or, or- "

Or what if you just leave him like everyone else?

"Blitz- "

"Please tell me this isn't about Striker."

Again, with Striker. "Blitz even before we started to date. I did discuss stuff with Striker about leaving but I was sure IMP would be fine. That was all for me. He just knew. He was fine with that. A sassy ass losing competition but fine with it."

Blitz watches their eyes for any kind of trickery. Doubt. Or like that knew what he knew now. Just nothing. Moxxie just looked really tired. Even the makeup looks less out of touch. Then it clicks how they were wearing the glasses. Still kept a contact in that one eye. While the other didn't have it.

"Blitz why are you asking about Striker so much? "

"Striker dead." Blitz clutch Moxxie hands tightly as his move his head down. He didn't want to look at their faces. Some boss, even a friend, he is turning out to be. Only able to show some comfort by holding their hand. "Stolas wanted to tell you a few nights ago. He knew for a while Moxxie. He was scared to tell you. He just knows it been two months that Striker has been dead and, and I only found out after we came back from that pageant. I- "

KNOCK!

"Not now were busy." Blitz replied as he looked at the door. Still held Moxxie hands. Didn't let go at all. He took a few breaths. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry how I was acting with this. I'm really sorry Moxxie. I don't. We don't please just. Fuck you know how I hate saying sorry and please. But we can get through this. Right? "

"Who told Stolas?"

Blitz blink not expecting that the first thing for them to say. Did look at their faces? Now he wasn't able to fully understand it. It was too familiar the times Blitz would hide their own problem. It just complicated if this was real or not. "Stolas said it was Satan."

Another long stare.

"Striker isn't dead."

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Done!

Well, we found out what Stolas told Blitz.

Moxxie finally doing something they want. Doing a lot that wouldn't be normal for help. But trying even when they really don't have to do this.

You could say it would be Thursday right now at IMP. The Mammon concert was last Saturday if there was confusion.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!