Oh, Crumbs... [ Strixxie - Helluva Boss ]

Chapter 1 - The deal

He didn't know exactly what he wss thinking when he grabbed the little imp's arm...
He probably thought it was the easiest way out since he's been cornered during their fight.
Having a hostage to run away and to keep that pathetic rodeo clown out of his business later sounded pretty good.

In the moment everyone was distracted by the hellhound's enter he pointed straight to Moxxie. The smallest and weakest one was his better option, not to mention that the little boy was the funniest to tease since the beginning... He wouldn't mind to look at his terrified face as he tortured him.
It was a good plan: Striker would've gained an hostage and his precious rifle back... Too bad the Vermin devided to let the gun fall trying to break free...
He didn't even have the time to pick it up since the little guy's boss was already jumpimg in his direction to save his employee.
He took the small imp under his arm and jumped out of the window, not before mocking Blitzø of course...

And now he was here, in this stupid motel with a stupid little imp and without his stupid rifle.
He left the boy tied up to the radiator while he was still unconscious because of the hard hit on his head. He went to pick up some supplies and bandages to cure the wounds that Miss Mildred kindly gave him.
Once he was back he opened the door of his bedroom Striker noticed that the Vermin was awake. He was pleased to see the fear in Moxxie's eyes. The little guy followed his movements as he walked inside the room. He placed the bag with the supplies on the floor as he sat down on the bed.
The snake-imp took the bedroom's phone in his hands and typed a phone number on it before bringing the handset next to his ear.
Moxxie looked at him as the person oh the other side of the telephone answered. The little imp tried to pick up who's voice was that. But it was too muffled to hear it clearly.

《I failed to kill the target at the festival, but don't worry ma'am... It won't happen again.》

Moxxie heard the woman on the other side yelling something. In that moment he realized... Ma'am? A woman that wants the Prince dead? Could it be...

《The rifle is gone... But again, don't worry Ma'am...》

Striker looked over Moxxie and an evil smirk appeared on his face. The little im felt a shiver down his spine.

《I have something that can help me take it back...》

He said, an evil chuckle followed. Shit... Moxxie didn't like how it sounded.
The woman kept yelling.

《Understood.》

He placed the handset back on its place after his client ended the call.
After putting the telephone back he stood up and walked towards his hostage and crouched down in front of him. He grabbed the fabric that was covering Moxxie's mouth and pulled it down.

《I-if you think I'll ever help you getting that rifle back you think wrong!》

Moxxie delivering a kick straight to that asshole face. At least he tried... Striker used his tail to block his foot when it was a few inches from his face and tightened the grip, making Moxxie yelp in pain.

《The point is... I'm not asking you to help me.》

He said tightening the grip even more. A little more pressure and his leg would snap.
The small imp yelped in pain again and glared at the man in front of him.

《B-Blitzø and Millie will never let you get away with this... T-they will find me! Find Y--》

Snap.

His ankle broke under the snake's strong grip. Moxxie yelled as tears formed at the corner of his eyes. Striker smirked evilly watching the pained face of the small guy in front of him.
The snake wiped away the tear running down the little demon's cheek.