New and Strange Book 2

Molly

Molly was nervous, which was something she didn't experience often, which made it feel oh so much worse. She could always turn around and go home, but then she wouldn't get to say what had been on her mind for years now. There was still awhile before she made it to her destination, she was walking after all.

Would he even want to see her? They hadn't exactly parted on good terms when they'd last seen each other, they'd in fact been yelling and screaming so loud that she hadn't been able to do more than whisper the next day from how hoarse she'd made her throat. That had been the most miserable morning she'd ever experienced in Hell, and the loneliest.

She wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to see her, she had thrown him out of her house after all, but she just couldn't stand seeing what he was doing to himself. Molly liked a good buzz as much as the next party girl, but her brother had been overdoing it by miles, and then he went and started working for Valentino of all people. Why didn't he listen to her when she told him he was bad news? That would've saved them so much trouble.

The moment her dear twin had walked through the door with that black choker around his neck, eyes bloodshot from all the booze and drugs, and legs weak from sex, she'd burst into tears. She yelled and screamed at him, furious that he'd go and sell his own soul. He of course, did what he always did when he was feeling judged, he yelled back, even throwing a vase that smashed into the wall about a foot from her head.

Molly felt heartbroken, feeling she'd failed her brother, knowing that she'd really lost him. After that, she couldn't stand watching him tear himself apart while he refused her tries to help him. When her emotions had finally reached a bursting point, she screamed at him to get out. 

He'd stopped, stunned, unsure if he'd really heard her correctly, and that when Molly lashed out while in her current rage. She'd said so many awful things to him, saying anything and everything that she thought would get him to leave. Something inside of her had snapped, and she just couldn't stand even looking at him anymore. Thinking back on it, she wondered if part of that had been her guilt, feeling as if she'd failed him.

They hadn't spoken a word to each other since, though she had seen him, though not in person. How could you not know what was going on with your brother when he soon became one of the most well known porn stars in all of Hell? In a place where there were no real sensor-ships anywhere, Molly could look at any number of billboards, posters, and commercials advertising his newest film or performances.

Molly had thought about stopping by where he worked on more than one occasion, eventually wanting to patch things up, to apologize and hope to get her twin brother back, back she didn't want to be in his life if he was still so lost in the drugs, sex, and booze. It had nearly destroyed her to watch him whither away before, and she wasn't sure she could handle it when he was constantly around people who did nothing but indulge her brother's self-destructive habits. Would he even want to see her after everything that had been said? She wouldn't blame him if he didn't.

"Oh, it's hopeless." Molly sighed as she sat on the sidewalk, "Fucking hopeless..."

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Blitzo wasn't sure why he felt himself freeze up when he saw that woman sitting on the curb, where only the occasional junkie passed by, too high to really pay her any notice. He was only in this part of town because it was his turn to pick up lunch for everyone at the office today. Originally he'd been planning to make Moxxie go get lunch again, but Moxxie had just led a really successful mission that had bagged them a pretty good amount of cash from their client, and he decided to try and make him feel good about it. Moxxie was still his friend after all, he wanted him to feel good about himself at least sometimes, it made things run better.

...plus his wife was really fucking scary when someone made him feel bad.

Now here he was, sitting in his van with the food in the passenger seat, staring at this chic he didn't even know. Her expression just did something that made him feel so tense. He wasn't sure why at first until he remember that he himself had worn that expression on more than one occasion.

Usually outside a rehab center...having just tried to go see his sister...

"Satan's dick, Loony was right. That damn owl is making me soft." The imp muttered to himself, trying so, so hard to just go back to the office. Yet he kept looking at her face...

"Oh fuck me with with a limp sandpaper dick." He grumbled, making a totally illegal turn that made his van swing wide and leave skid marks as he stopped with the driver side door facing Molly.

"Hey, what the fuck!?" Molly jumped to her feet, wiping at the tears that had been starting to form in her eyes.

Blitzo rolled down the window, then leaned his head out a bit, "Wanna drink?"

"Up yours, asshole! I'm not gonna fuck a-"

"I have a boyfriend lady, as shocking as that may be." Blizo said with an eye roll, "I'm asking you if you wanna drink because you look like one of those girls in a shitty ass sitcom when her boyfriend was making out with her sister."

That sentence definitely caught Molly offguard, "...you're one strange little imp." Of course, this imp wasn't really that small, he was a lot taller than most imps she'd met.

"Compared to what I'm usually called, that's a fucking beautiful compliment." Blizo's expression was one of annoyed amusement, "Now do you wanna come drink with an imp you just met and talk, or do you wanna sit on the side of the road and mope around while you're surrounded by junkies that would probably try to stab you if you have drugs on you."

Molly looked around, seeming to just notice the few people on the street, and how they were starting to notice the van that had just appeared, "Oh shit...fuck it, I'll take the imp."

"Good girl, now get in here." Blitzo nodded to the passenger seat, and as Molly went around to get inside the van, he put the food in the backseat. How was he going to explain this to everyone back at the office?

"Alright imp," Molly said as she got into the seat, "Where are we heading?"

"Wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise, spider chic." Blizo let off the van's gas pedal, "But it's got good booze."

"If you take me to some creepy warehouse, I'll shoot your little red dick off." Molly said matter-of-factly, "Got it?"

Blitzo just laughed, giving Molly a quick glance, "You and I are gonna get along just fine."