Loona the Caretaker

Not a Baby

Cody still had tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks from seeing his parents in a little while. It was one of the greatest moments that ever happened to him and he knew that he will see them again when he wants to. What also mattered was that; his parents were good and ok in heaven and not in pain or as burning corpses anymore. Jesus was taking good care of them in heaven with his almighty father with the other good souls.

Just then, Loona came in the room and asked: "Hey Cody, i was wondering if you are up for more training with those axes and that pistol Moxxie gave-" he noticed Cody's crying face. "Oh. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Cody smiled. The female hellhound felt her body being hugged tightly by the kid. "I'm... just so glad to be adopted by you." Loona herself looked touched and she was also glad to have adopted the kid as a member of her family. She almost felt like shedding tears of joy herself, and hugged him back. "And yeah, i'll train some more."

"Cool." Loona said.

Using his two axes in training in the training room of I.M.P, Cody was getting used to how how rather heavy they were when being held and he was learning to dodge moving dummies in combat so he would be able to dodge blows from his enemies.

Loona smiled proudly as Cody and had her arms crossed. What's even better was that; she was his adopted sister now and he can always count on her to get out of any shitty or fucking crazy situations that could happen to him. Alas, not even axes would be enough to take down Satan or Andrealphus if needed. No, they were still gods or almighty deities that were immortal. Slicing and dicing, Cody was hacking at the dummy like a maniac (or at least he was trying to).

After what happened in his school, he wanted to try and defend himself more, along with the whole Andrealphus affair with the hearing. He was trying to hack at the dummies for a full thirty minutes and sweat was already starting to come out of his body. If there was one thing every human being hates more than anything, it would be sweating and they don't even care if it's to help them cool off. Sweating always makes people think they are melting into goo from heat.

He felt it a good time for using his new pistol for target practice since he was getting a little physically tired from all those swings and moving around his body. As Cody began shooting at the targets more and more, his arms were beginning to feel a little sore from the kickbacks that the pistol was doing to his arms. It was like after he got a syringe or booster shot at the doctor for measles or the flu or small pox (and small pox wasn't even a common thing anymore).

Despite that, he wanted to prove that he was tough and that he can defend himself from any evil demons or enemies that might come to hurt him in any way. He was far from a good shooter though, still not as much as Moxxie and Blitzo were. No, he was still a child and he still had a long way to go before he would become one of the greatest sharpshooting gunslingers that Hell has ever seen. Fore that, Cody missed many bullseyes in the targets, especially the moving ones that would either go up and down or left and right.

At last, his arms were getting a little more sore than he can handle, and he decided to take a break. "Awesome shooting, kid." Said Blitzo.

"But that was lousy." Said Cody. "I feel like a native holding a gun for the first time."

"Don't beat yourself up." Said Moxxie. "It took me a while to get used to holding a gun when I first tried it." He pulled Cody close to him like he was his best friend. Although, technically, Moxxie was one Cody's best friends after all. "You'll get better, but how do your arms feel?"

"Like I've been lifting more weights than I can carry on my shoulders." Cody remarked. "I don't think I'll be able to use my arms again."

"It's ok, I think you're done training for the day." Moxxie said. "You'll get better, Cody. Practice makes perfect."

"Ok, Moxxie. Still, I kinda feel evil holding a gun or using these axes on me."

"You won't have to go on a killing spree in a mall or airport or anything." Said Blitzo.

"I know."

"And we ain't planning on going on a rampage any time soon." Said Millie. "... unless we have to, or if we're paid to do so."

"But you don't have to take part in any of the killing, kiddo." Loona reassured him. "I know you're a nice kid."

"Yeah, I mean what would my parents think if they saw me executing someone or cutting there heads off with these?" He looked at his dual axes.

"Well they're dead, so why would that even matter to them anymore?"

"Blitzo!" Loona scolded.

"What?"

"Not helping." Millie sang. "But yeah, you can just leave the contract killing to us, baby."

"Please don't call me baby."

"You were ok with Millie calling you that before." Moxxie pointed.

"Yeah you had no problem at all, Cody." Vortex pointed

"That was... kinda before Verosika kidnapped me."

Everyone around him went like "Oh." In realization."

"That's understandable." Said the buff male hellhound. "At least she didn't hurt you."

"I know. But I just hate it when people call me a baby or treat me like one."

"We know." Said Loona. "Don't let it get to you."

"Ok."

They all took a break in the office and Cody was sitting on the couch listening to his music while looking at Loona's phone, watching funny videos on there.

Suddenly, there was a phone call, and Blitzo groaned as he recognized the ringtone. "Yeah Stolas, what is it?" He listened in. "What? Oooh, that sounds like a good deal. Who's the target?" His eyes popped open to hear the answer. "Oooh, Beyoncé huh? It's going to be a big fucking pleasure taking her out." He paused again. "Sure, sure, but we want a big reward for this."

"You will Blitzo. The client will make sure you will get a reward for killing her." Stolas pointed.