Fungi- A Tale Of Two Warriors

Chapter nine

(Alex) 
Mofo thinks he can laugh at me? The bombmaker? Awe hell naw, man! I won't let that fly. I twist the fuse into the baggie of mustard gas and gunpowder. One side of the baggie is mustard gas and the other is the explosive that will pop the bag and let the little bubble of air out, seemingly suffocating this victim. My safety goggles are dingy and my work gloves have tiny holes on the forearm part. Dang, I got to go looking for new ones.
 I hear a knock at the door. Getting off my workbench, I hear a murmur and then trip over the damn bench. That is going to hurt tomorrow. I expect Violet or one of the children, but I am greeted by the boy, carrying a red apple. “H-Hello, Alex.” He stutters. 
I snatch the apple and take a bite. Oh my god, this is the best apple I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. Straight from the garden I presume. “This apple is pretty good, where did you get it?” I questioned.
 He looked scared, ha, he should be! He will be coughing up his lungs soon!
“Umm, this little girl gave it to me. I think her name was Viz-”
“Vizzalene yeah she’s sweet.” I finish for him. 
“Yes her, well I came here to apologize to you about making fun of your outfit and name, Alex queen of the boom.”
I hear Violet snort from down the hall. She always hides.
At least he brought me something. That is very interesting. I have a test for him though. To prove he is worthy. I smile and say, “ Wanna know why I'm the queen of the boom?” 
He hesitantly nods and I grab his arm. I am trying to look as innocent, young and pure as I can, so he does not question what he just got himself into. He asks me, 
“Hey, um, does this mean we’re friends? Cause’ you’re kinda cute, now that you don't have neon bottle caps hanging from your head. Ha ha, is your hair naturally that red?”
Screw it, let’s blow this asshole to smithereens. I hide my annoyance and continue to smile and giggle, I answer his question about my hair. The answer is a straight yes. I have very red hair that will eat a brush and spit out eyebrow combs, It looks almost like an explosion itself, that's why my old mom called me her little… what was it?
Finally I pulled him to my work room and grab an extra box for him.
Oh yeah, he said his name was Josh? Well I grab him a box and fill it with different bombs and different fuses and punks I’ve found.
 I can tell Violet is watching from the roof, she very is bad at being incognito. I lead to the testing station, perhaps a fuzzy 500 meters from the museum in a field where craters dotted the land. A small hut with a screen sat a little way from where we were. He carefully plops the box inside of the hut and I hand him goggles. 
“What are these for?” he questions.
“You’ll see, hehehehe.”
“I’m scared! What are we doing here in the first place?!” He panics.
“Shhhh, you won’t get hurt. Relax, chill, be groovy with it!” 
I dig in the box until my hand hits something of interest. I pull out my crackle snap pop rocket and hand it to him. I clearly tell him where the fuse is and where to place it, “Remember, if you mess up anything I am telling you, I will crackle snap pop A CAP IN YOUR ASS, understand?”
He nods furiously and runs out of the bombshelter. I think pop a cap in your ass is a threat cuz this one guy said he would pop a cap in Violets ass, apparently Violet shot him.
He does everything I tell him and once he lights it, he takes off toward the shelter. Once he makes it in...it starts to tip to us, until the stick holding it up breaks, then it Crackles at us until it snaps and goes at an amazing speed and hits the window of the bombshelter, all I can yell is, “GET DOWN!!” before it popped and completely obliterated the window. 
Fire flew around me. When it was out, I noticed a certain box ablaze. He sees it too and we both go out sprinting as a massive explosion hurls the both of us a full 5 feet away. I feel my face burning and my hair singeing through my hoodie. When the explosion lessens, I see my hut in pieces, literally, there was a piece here and one way over there. That rickety old stack of stones is where I spent whole days with Violet, where I showed my first nitro nail bomb to Mary Ann who did not enjoy my maniacal laughter as nails went into stuffed animals. And I’m watching it crumble in a pit of fire.
“You’re insane! I almost died you crazy bitch! Did you bring me out to kill me? All I freaking did was insult you!”

He continued yelling all the way back to the museum, I guess. But I stayed and let the wind pass through my shortened hair.