The Impish Heart

A Killer's Intent

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.