An ear splitting crack of rolling thunder rumbles across greying skies, Fourteen years old and, he had already undergone two major surgeries: both of them heart transplants. Which had occurred major medical bills.
Something his family couldn't afford. He tasted sorrow, and knew what death felt like: cold, and encompassing.
It was a gloomy night, like tonight that Blitzo had lost his sister, : the silver rain falling heavily pelting the ground. A shiver crawled up Blitzo's spine as he crawled beneath the heavy covers.
Her blood-curdling screams still echoes in his head, the image of her lifeless body forever burned in the back of his mind. Blitzo had clung desperately onto Fizzorolli who stood in stone silence watching as the blood pooled around the young aerialist.
Fizz sullenly peers down wincing in pain at how tight Blitzo clung to him. Losing Barbie-Wire wasn't something the phased the older jester. She had been spiraling out of control clinging to her claim to fame.
It sickened him, seeing her bring in strangers into the park after hours, neglecting her brother when he needed her the most.
Barbie-Wire, the doll of the spotlight: she could do no wrong. Three hours and nine minuets older then Blitzo, had a fatal accident on the trapeze, or near fatal. Accidents were occurring all over the park.
It was like someone was targeting Loo-Loo-land.
Barbie-Wire dies of a lethal drug overdose.
Her twin brother was the one who found her, passed out in her own sick. He had screamed himself hoarse his eyes were wild and frantic as he clawed away at his chest. tiny rivulets of blood stream down his chest Blitzo was choking on his own sobs when Fizzorolli arrived, his eyes bugging out seeing Blitzo kneeling beside her, turning her over and wiping the vomit from her lips he pounded on her chest.
But it was too late, she was gone.
Fizzorolli ran to his best friend who had collapsed onto his knees tears streaming down his face the amusement park where they all had grown up was tossed into chaos.
Lord Mammon and King Ausmodeous were both there, Ausmodeous knelt down before the two imps a look of sorrow in his eyes. While Fizzorolli clung to Blitzo: he could feel his friend's body wrack with sobs.
Lord Mammon had a look of rage on his face, as whirled around telling a reporter where to shove his camera, Tom Trench stumbled back.
"Get those Imps out of here!" he shouted at Ausmodeous over the buzz of the crowd.
Five days, spent in anguish. Five long night of hearing Blitzo cry out for his sister, now as they stood around watching the casket being lowered into the ground a cold resolve settled into the jester.
Fizzorolli's eyes narrowed, three months prior to her death Tilla was found burned alive: her body barely recognizable. Mammon was inconsolable and Barbie had been a drunken mess at her funeral.
She could've at least visited her brother at the hospital, Blitzo wasn't allowed to say goodbye to his mom. his only trinket of her was the choker he wore around his neck.
Blitzo remains silent as a lamb, clinging onto Lord Mammon's leg. Leaving Fizzorolli in charge of the surviving Aerialist his best friend needed him now more than ever and Fizz was never too far away from the young Harlequin
Satan, must've been mocking them for after two weeks of burying his sister, the imp learns that his body is rejecting his donor heart.
They didn't have the money for another operation, the grim news hit hard Blitzo was all Fizzorolli had left. Lord Mammon provides when he could, but the cheap bastard wouldn't pay the hospital bills forcing Fizzorolli to work extra hard to sustain their lifestyle.
Mammon was always on the road, preforming live never at home where he should be: Fizzorolli was secretly looking into employment elsewhere. King Ausmodeous was genuinely worried about the tiny imps.
Lord Mammon was never quite the same after Tilla's death. he worked Blitzo extra hard trying to find something the wretched child could do.
Fourteen years old and was barely skirting by, Blitzo was camped out in the living room eating some buttered toast and watching reruns of the gene Autry show. Limbs aching from the strenuous routines.
He was trying to ignore the obvious, the elephant in the room.
Fizz was leaving and the Harlequin didn't know if he would be allowed to go with him. Mammon had made it quit clear that he was to stay. Fizz and Mammon butted heads constantly neither relenting.
Fizz was out in the big top preparing his latest act while getting ready for his solo career. The clown was unwilling to leave Blitzo alone to his own devices.
Fizzorolli had sold it all. his body, his image his name, in hopes of scraping up enough money so that Blitzo could have another heart transplant.
Robo-Fizz was his product, and was stationed at the window of Blitzo's dressing room. There were many stationed around Loo-Loo land. A green light gleamed in Mammon's eye as he smirked at Fizzorolli.
A Robo Fizz stood stationed at the window, staring blankly out into the pouring rain. Blitzo could hear one of the fizzes short circuit. Blitzo knew his time was short, he was done with the limelight of fame.
Greed had ruined not only him, but his family, it had taken everything. Fizz was the rising star of the circus able to capture the audience's attention and hold it.
Blitzo was a liability waiting to happen, he had a few stunts and tricks he uses known to make the crowd gasp and cry out in shock. But Doc Harris was adamant that he stepped down.
Harris had effectively clipped the young aerialists wings, he hounded Mammon on a daily basis. Until the Harlequin was banned from the trapeze all together.
It was then Blitzo hit rock bottom.
He began cutting and hiding the bloodied rags, he'd sneak into the big top just to soar above the skies. Fizz was too focused upon his condition and collecting enough money for the procedure.
It ate the Harlequin up alive, knowing he was the cause of his best friend's perpetual heartache. The insidious clown had doubles of himself stationed in every direction: on guard.
Thunder cracks loudly: sounding like a bullwhip, the storm continues as a pair of swirling sickly yellow eyes peer in from the outside. An eerie hiss catches Blitzo's ears as he turns his head away from the tv, he turns down the static of the radio and listens.
Tap...Tap...Tap...
Blitzo lifts the curtains back a bit to reveal a black stallion with a flowing mane of billowing fire. Blitzo gasps his eyes shining with childlike mirth. The Harlequin takes a step back heading for the door.. then freezes.
Amber eyes watch as the doorknob jostles around.
Bronze skin glisten in the rain a golden tooth gleams from the gathering darkness.
The Cowboy continues to tap against the glass of the window trying to catch the imp's attention.
"Imp slain in cheap motel room, authorities are searching for a man in his late thirties with-
Static...
Forensic specialists are baffled... by what they found...
Static...
Blitzo tilts his head back confusion written on his feet as the mysterious stranger outstretches his arm offering his hand to the aerialist the cowoboy chuckles darkly as Blitzo stares back at him.
There was something off about this wondering gun-for-hire, the air crackled around him Fizzorolli wanted to clip his wings before letting his harlequin fall for the devil's charm.
"Is your daddy home?" Striker purrs tracing the rain upon the windowpane. Tapping his claw, "you could let me in, we could have some fun you and I, don't be shy sugar-cube" he smirks. his eye alight with simmering lust. The Cowboy drew a heart with his breath, trying to get Blitzo to let him in.
The aerialist gets up ignoring the Robo Fizz, sitting prone upon a large treasure chest full of family heirlooms and tiny trinkets of when he used to travel around with Barbie and Fizz.
The scarlet imp had this fizz, since he was little: or at least a smaller version: which was also in the chest. It was given to him by the original for a birthday gift. Blitzo had taken it to doctor visits and it was with him during those long stays at the hospital when Fizz couldn't make it himself.
Bang!...
Bang!...
Bang!..
Blitzo whirled around, his heart pounding in his chest. Someone was at his door.
Was it the cowboy?. Robo Fizz's eyes flicker as he grabs Blitzo's wrist in an iron claps keeping the imp from opening the window. The Robo-Fizz stares up at Blitzo before narrowing his eyes at the window.
Silver glinted, a shiny knife.
The robotic marinate pulls the imp behind him as Fizzorolli come busting through the doors. Out of breath, his chest heaving running to the window he unclasps the locks on the window and pulls the window open flinging half of his body out into the rain.
The lone stranger had surprised him in the big top, knocking him out and dragging him into a nearby shed. Fizzorolli: had spent what felt like hours working against his binds listening to the jingling spurs grow quitter in the distance.
There was a serial killer on the loose seen terrorizing younger imps he had already slain nine women disembowl ing children, and strewn their bodies out. leaving others in various states of decomposition.
The authorities were sickened, the tabloids had pasted the murder's face on every newspaper. none has seen carnage this bad since Alastor.
The outlaw had stolen ten horses from nearby farms, slaughtered families and purged lives from hells denizens. no one could catch up to him, he was as wild as a stallion.
He poses as a gun-for hire.
Worst of all, he was a kidnapper. a snake and a charmer. Males would disappear ranging from ten to twenty five.
Fizz had rushed in fearing the worst, he had pushed Blitzo aside aiming his magnum out the open window to find the outlaw gone.
He was out there, somewhere shielded by the pouring rain "Don't you worry Bombproof, says a gruff voice "well get him yet" he told his faithful stead. "This one has potential."