Old friends, new enemies [helluva boss] DISCONTINUED

''I never meant to hurt you'

Hi this is the first story in a series! i'm (hopefully) gonna be posting more stories on this

Disclaimer- i know the new season is coming out soon, so this might be outdated by then (so sorry if ur reading this july 30th onwards) also this is obviously non-canon, but that goes without saying!

Warning- swearing and a little violence x

Blitzo was thinking about Fizzarolli again. Fizzarolli had always been an arrogant shit-stain to Blitzo.. But he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they had stuck together, remaining as the brother-figures they had used to be.

He had admired fizzarolli when they were younger. He didn't like to think about it, but.. It always came back to play on his mind, about how he betrayed him, how he had completely disregarded his emotions.. It broke his heart. And now, his life was sadder than ever before. The people he cared about most saw him as a mere acquaintance, their boss who they only had to see when working. Yet, to him, they were like a family. Maybe it was a way for him to cope with being alone? That was probably why he adopted Loona as well.. But, fuck. She couldn't care less about him! He deserved it, though. All he ever did was push people away.

Blitzo walked over to the window and reflected on his brutal surroundings. He had always hated loud, dark Hell with its filthy, flaky apartments and the constant whine of car alarms. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel violent and miserable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the slender, towering figure of Fizzarolli .

Blitzo gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cold-blooded, vile imp with patchy red and white skin and limp shoulders. His friends saw him as an organised, confident boss, although he couldn't see himself as anything more than a disappointment. An emotionless killing machine. A waste of space.

But not even an imp as reserved as Blitzo was prepared for what Fizzarolli had in store today.

The hail pounded like rampaging tiger, making Blitzo feel a crushing weight- almost as if he was trapped. He grabbed a jet black, lightweight gun that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Blitzo stepped outside and Fizzarolli came closer, he could see the malicious glint in his eye.

''Why are you here?''

"I'm here because I want Revenge, Blitzo. Why are you here?" Fizzarolli bellowed, in a cheerful but menacing tone. He slammed his fist against Blitzo's chest, with the force of a bullet. "Everyone fucking hates you, Blitzo! Along with me, and all of the people who got close to you! All you do is hurt!''

Blitzo looked back, feeling even more isolated and still fingering the gun. "I never meant to hurt you and your privileged ass!" he barked back.

They looked at each other with vengeful feelings, like two dirty, decaying demons having a stare down. Blitzo methodically fiddled with the trigger. He stared down the barrel of the gun and narrowed his eyes into slits.

''Dance, Bitch!''

Blitzo let loose with his bullets, shooting as fast as he could and following Fizzarolli with the aim. His eyes bore into the back of his target's head as he berated him with the fast-moving pellets, hoping to hit him somewhere vital.

Fizzarolli, however, was an experienced dodger. Ducking and swerving, he bent his limbs around and over the areas Blitzo was aiming for, laughing maniacally all the while.

''You'll have to do better than that!'' Cackling, he came close up to Blitzo, a smirk plastered on his face. Pulling out a knife from a sheath in his right pocket, Fizzarolli lunged at Blitzo, slicing at the air next to him, just barely missing. The two fought, Blitzo once again going wild with his gun, and the other wiping his knife in a vengeful craze.

A tear ran down Blitzo's cheek as he held Fizzarolli's arm tight behind his back, pushing him up against a wall.

He studied the back of fizzarolli's head. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in a pitying tone.

Fizzarolli looked regretful, his body limp, illustrating how he'd evidently given up.

Blitzo could actually hear Fizzarolli's breathing quicken as his sympathy overwhelmed him. He looked down at the imp he had once called his closest ally.

''Stay far away from me and my friends from now on, alright dickweed?'' He muttered.

''I'm sorry, ok? Maybe one day things will work themselves out.''

''Nothing will work itself out, Blitzo, you know that. People have hurt you. But you do nothing to make it right, and in response.. You just hurt them back! Isn't that just entertaining? It's delightful watching you screw up your life like this!''

Blitzo kicked Fizzarolli in the back of his knee, receiving a whimper. He tried his best to hide the glinting tears rolling down past his eyes, blinking and scrunching up his nose. He flicked his tail in what he hoped seemed like a threat.

''You should be grateful i'm letting you live.''

He stated, false confidence lacing his words as he leaned forward onto Fizzarolli's ear. Hiding his pain behind a malicious grimace, he whispered:

''Run, while you have the chance.''

He lowered his hands from the position they were in, releasing Fizzarolli.

The arrogant clown hurried away into the distance.

''I'll see your paranoid ass soon, Blitzo!''

He cringed at hearing the last letter of his name pronounced, loud and clear, ringing throughout the near-empty streets.

He wondered whether this was the right decision- what if Fizzarolli came back? It was too late to track him down, however. For now, he'd have to trust that he had given the other Imp enough of a scare.

Heading off toward the I.M.P headquarters to get some rest, Blitzo couldn't help but look left and right every time he had to turn a corner. His tail swished by his side as he fell down onto his knees, hugging himself and letting out choked sobs in the middle of the streets of hell. Hail pattered onto his head, face and chest, causing him to flinch each time as he could swear he heard the mocking chuckle of his old friend.

Nothing would calm Blitzo's nerves tonight.

THE END